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

　　Tears streamed down my cheeks unabated, betraying my efforts to maintain composure that was slowly slipping away from my grasp. Each salty droplet that slid down my cheeks seemed to mock my resolve, branding me with vulnerability I loathed to display, especially infront of the two men standing before me.


　　"For lying to me, you fucking assholes!" I spat the words, letting my anger carve through the air like a blade.


　　Devon's feigned confusion grated on my nerves, "When did we even lie? What are you talking about, Dove?" His attempt to wipe away my tears felt like an invasion, his touch repulsive against my skin, and I recoiled, "God, why are you crying?"


　　"Don't you dare touch me, you jerk," I snapped, swatting his hand away with more force than necessary.


　　Chase's approach was no less infuriating, his voice oozing faux concern. "Sunshine, we need to talk. Come on, let's have a seat and let us explain- "


CHAPTER 73 Jennifer's Truth