webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
103 Chs

CHAPTER 72 Face It

  Jade

  The mere thought of it sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over me. It fucking hurt.

  I was consumed by so many emotions right now- a mixture of fury, hurt, pain, confusion, yet I couldn't pinpoint which one to act on. Because no matter what I did, it would still lead back to the twins, a path I desperately wanted to avoid.

  The painful truth I had to confront was that a part of me still clung to the hope that there was some truth to their words- that they would somehow redeem themselves, that they'd do something to fix their mistakes, that there was a chance for us to have the happy ending my heart secretly yearned for.

  But, damn it all to hell, I had convinced myself that I'd purged them from my soul after that rejection. Yet, it appeared that the rejection had merely stoked the embers, igniting a fiercer desire within me.

  They will mark her...

  The realization twisted in my gut like a knife, mocking the shards of my shattered pride.