In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 1

 

I am outside my boyfriend’s apartment.

 

I just took a 10-hour flight from East Coat to the West, transferred twice, switched subway, and then bus, just to get here in time to surprise him on his birthday.

 

And here I am.

 

Listening to him fucking another woman inside that door.

 

“Oh yes…oh Zack babe…fuck me! Fuck!”

 

I can clearly hear the bed rattling, sweaty flesh smashing against each other, husky morns of pleasure.

 

I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

 

All these times he’s been begging me to come and visit, and this is his welcome gift? Cheating on me with another woman?

 

I feel betrayed, furious, and disgusted. Before I know it, I’m banging on his apartment door.

 

“Zack! Open the fucking door! Zack!”

 

The sound suddenly stops. A moment later, the door flies open as Zack appears behind it. His chest is naked, hair all raffled, I can still see all the hickey on his neck.

 

“Nat!” His eyes widen in panic, “What are you doing here?”

 

I can’t stop my voice from trembling. “What the hell are you doing? Have you been cheating on me? Who is in there!”

 

I shove him aside and try to push myself into the door. But Zack grabs my arm and stops me, as he growls, “Calm down! Will you?”

 

He runs his fingers through his hair, obviously frustrated. “Look…Nat, I never meant for you to find out about this. But think about it, for the past one year we are almost never together. You never visit. What do you expect me to do?”

 

I can’t believe my ear.

 

the cheater. And somehow,

 

I expect you to keep your thing inside of your pants. Is that

 

forehead twists into a

 

Nat.” Finally he said,

 

boom through my clenched teeth, “Never, ever, call me

 

him, so hard across the face that his head almost knocks on the doorframe. Before he realizes what

 

it’s pouring outside. I want to head back, but

 

job, Natalia. You just

 

wipe the rain off my face and

 

list are Jenna and my dad, none of whom supported my idea of coming

 

now is another “you should have”

 

scroll down my contact list while my body shivers in

 

soaking wet and have no place to go to. What better idea

 

***

 

a townhouse. This is the most prestigious area in the city. You gotta have both the money and the power to be part

 

give me a call and let me

 

her drag me into the house. “Mom I’m fine…I’m probably just here for

 

you talking about?” her

 

not here to visit you,

 

a lock of hair to the back of

 

with her oval blue eyes and thick brown hair cascades down past her shoulder. She is well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she left my

 

compliments me all the time about how good I look. But I don’t care

 

“Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If this is

 

trip and Eason is staying at his penthouse. You can stay in his old

 

penthouse. Why am I

 

left. When mom opens his bedroom door for me, suddenly it’s like clock has been turned back. Everything is the same as I remembered it.

 

time I wanted to use a teacup in his collection to drink water, and he told me this seemingly normal teacup is actually passed down from Victoria Era and worth thousands of dollars. It shocked the crap out of me. But he

 

me and my mom, I do

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