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

　　It was more uncomfortable than I had expected. Sitting between the brothers, I felt like a prized possession they were showing off in front of Frank and my mom. Intentionally.


　　From the expression on Frank's face as he sat across from us, and my mom beside him looking utterly worried, it was clear that this was not going well.


　　I shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with my fingers and looking down at my lap. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't ashamed of our relationship, but now that Frank was mad, we could have done one less thing to trigger him, couldn't we? That was my whole point, nothing else.


　　"Are you three going to explain anything, or do you want me to start?" Frank finally broke the silence that had stretched for nearly fifteen minutes, staring at us with judgemental, disappointed eyes that made me question my entire existence. How were the twins not having an existential crisis right now?


CHAPTER 93 Out Of Hands