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Chasing Our Stepsister

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? *** "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.

Liz Barnet · Urban
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103 Chs

CHAPTER 52 Their First Move

　　Jade

　　Frank, engrossed in his usual routine of flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing at his phone, seemed oblivious to the tension that hung in the air. Meanwhile, my mother, ever the culinary enthusiast, was bustling about the kitchen, her love for cooking evident in every dish she prepared. She and her love for cooking, god, I was tired of it!

　　"Jade, I'm glad you're here. Come, take a seat," my mother greeted me with a warm smile, setting a dish on the table and motioning for me to join them. "I was just about to call you."

　　Without a word, and with every fiber of my being focused on ignoring the piercing gazes of the brothers, I made my way to my seat and settled in, my breath catching uncomfortably as I adjusted my top.

　　"Today, your uncle lent a hand in the kitchen," Mom chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice. "He's not the most skilled cook- terrible actually, but I must admit, he did put in the effort."

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