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

　　"Don't tie your hair up," Devon's sudden voice buzzed through the room, causing me to flinch, my hands freezing halfway with the tie in my grip.


　　"Wait, what?" I looked at him bewildered. So his attention wasn't on his laptop as he was pretending? Instead, it was on me? Damn him! He almost made me believe that his focus was solely on his work. I too tried my best to concentrate on my tasks, arranging their schedule for tomorrow, a slew of meetings and other obligations as usual.


　　"It looks better when it's left down," Devon said casually, as if we were having a regular conversation over coffee, his eyes still fixed on the laptop, his finger tapping at the mouse. To be painfully, utterly honest- his nonchalance grated on my fucking nerves. I wanted to kill him- slowly and painfully.


CHAPTER 63 Futile Resistance