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

　　The weight of their words crashed into me like a tidal wave, leaving me reeling with shock and disbelief.


　　Devon's silence was its own statement, but Chase... that bastard had shattered every boundary I had ever set. I stood there, frozen, on the brink of sharing my most vulnerable moment, my special day, with someone who didn't give a damn- thank god, he was late! Or else, I would have forever blamed myself for sharing this night with him.


　　"God..." My voice trembled into a whisper as my fingers tangled in my hair, sliding down to cover my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes, stinging with the pain of betrayal.


　　His words were true enough, but the callousness with which he spoke them cut deeper than I could bear.


　　It wasn't unreasonable to hope for even a shred of friendship from him, was it? Why else would I have invited him here, to share this personal part of my life that I usually spent alone? But I was wrong. So utterly wrong.


CHAPTER 45 Shattered