What do you do when the man from a one night stand turns out to be your stepbrother? 
Do you forget that incredible night or…do you commit the same sin again and again?
For Jade Evans, caught amidst her mother's new marriage and the turmoil it brings, an alcohol-fueled encounter on the hills leads to a shocking revelation- the stranger she shared an unforgettable night with is none other than her soon-to-be stepbrother.
But that's not it- the man she encounters on the wedding day isn't the one she spent that passionate night with. Instead, he's someone closely associated with him. Now that all three of them have to stay under the same roof, surely, nothing can go wrong...right?
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"Remember when you said you'd drink me all up?" I projected my thoughts into his mind, interrupting his stream of thoughts.
His body seemed to freeze, his eyes snapping in my direction.
"What? Surprised?" I casually brought a piece of toast to my mouth, taking a bite. 
His jaw clenched visibly, clearly rattled as he lowered the glass without taking a sip, unfastening the first few buttons of his black shirt.
Fuck! I wanted to see him just as exposed as that night.
As for Chase, he didn't spare me a word. 
"I've got to admit, Stepbrother," I chuckled inwardly, confident he could hear my thoughts, "You're quite skilled at playing the 'clueless' act. If I hadn't seen your face so clearly, I might've believed that you're not Chase-"
"Devon, where's Chase, by the way?" Frank's voice abruptly interrupted, causing me to freeze in place, my eyes shooting towards him.
Did he just say... Chase?
No way. I must've misheard.

Chasing Our Stepsister

　　Frank had bestowed upon me a lavish room probably out of sheer generosity, thrice the size of my previous one in our old house. The furniture, unmistakably chosen by Mom, blended sky-coloured curtains with the room's pristine white walls. While these luxuries adorned the space, I couldn't claim affection for them- the vanity, filled with items I'd never touch, a closet overflowing with more clothes than I'd ever owned, and shoes meticulously matching my sizes.


　　I'd said it once, and I'd repeat it- Frank had an excess of money to squander.


　　I wasn't going to use even a fraction of these items. I doubted if I would even touch them.


　　I didn't require this so-called luxury from my so-called new father. Despite the beauty and order in the room, it lacked the charm of my old space. In my previous room, there was a peculiar tranquillity I'd managed to gather in my life. Now, everything seemed chaotic, much like before.


CHAPTER 14 Growing Tension