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

　　I didn't know why I complied with Frank's request to come downstairs.


　　Maybe I was just too exhausted to put up a fight? Once again, I couldn't say for sure.


　　And so, there we were, in the church, all of us, praying for Dad before I led the way to the cemetery, with the others trailing behind me. I didn't want anyone to witness my tears, but it seemed like these people, especially the brothers, had no intention of leaving me alone.


　　I placed flowers on his grave before kneeling before it, tears streaming down my cheeks and my breath coming in ragged sobs.


　　"Hey, Dad," I whispered, running my fingers over his grave, brushing away the dried leaves. "I've missed you. Have you missed me?"


　　God, how I wished to hear his voice...


CHAPTER 50 I Can't Believe You