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

　　I glanced at the clock, noting the time. It was later than usual for them to come home. Maybe it was traffic or something unexpected at work. Or maybe it was just me, overthinking as usual. I just wanted them home- so I could help them unwind, to hold them close like we always did. They were my peace, and it hurt to see them working so hard, draining away the calm they gave me.


　　As my thoughts began to spiral, the door opened, and Devon and Chase walked inside. The moment I saw their faces, I knew something was wrong.


　　Without a word, Devon went straight to the bar, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one go. That wasn't like him. He always kissed my forehead when he came home, freshened up first, and drinks were rarely on their radar anymore. What had happened today?


　　"Fuck this shit," he muttered, pouring another shot.


　　I turned to Chase, my gaze silent, but asking all the questions I needed answers to.


CHAPTER 100 It's Not Your Fault