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

　　Meanwhile, Chase stepped closer, his hand gently grabbing my jaw and tilting my face to meet his gaze, "Do you really believe you can resist us, Jade? How long do you think you can hold out?" His eyes bore into mine, as if dissecting every facet of my being, he leaned closer to my face, his warm breath tickled my skin. "You belong to us- this is fate. Do you think a mere rejection will deter us? Give up on something that's meant to be ours and ours alone?"


　　He talked as if they owned me…and my god, the thought of being owned, even if it meant as a mere puppet, had never sound this pleasing.


　　"Talking about fate?" I scoffed. "You two have made a mockery of it. And spare me the 'can't give up, won't give up' nonsense! You have plenty of other women at your disposal, good-fucks, so keep fucking them. Leave me out of that list; it won't bother you, just like it doesn't now."


CHAPTER 70 Lies. Lies. Lies.