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

　　"Ever since...ever since my dad's death, I've spent his birthday alone. Completely alone," the words spilled from my lips involuntarily. "For the first time in all these years, I was about to spend my dad's birthday with someone else-  you. I chose you. And then, on that very night, when I was at my lowest, I heard you say those things to Devon that fucking shattered my heart."


　　Chase's brows furrowed in realization, guilt clouding his beautiful blue eyes. "God! I'm so sorry, Sunshine..." he whispered, his voice heavy with remorse, his thumbs tracing gentle paths across my cheeks, "I am so fucking sorry."


　　I didn't want to accept his apology, but I was tired of resisting. I was weary of denying the desires of my heart and soul. I didn't just want them- I needed them to survive. They were the other half of my soul, and I knew I could do anything in this life except live without them. I couldn't run away from that truth, could I?


CHAPTER 75 Untamed Desire