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.

 

cheater. And somehow,

 

do? I expect you to keep your thing inside

 

forehead twists

 

on, Nat.” Finally he said,

 

my chest. I glare at him and boom through my clenched teeth, “Never, ever, call me a BABY! You disgusting,

 

face that his head almost knocks on the doorframe.

 

pouring outside. I want to head back, but the entrance door is already

 

Natalia. You just locked yourself in

 

rain off my face and

 

call someone. The top one and two person on my contact list are Jenna and my dad, none of whom supported my idea of coming

 

now is

 

scroll down my contact list while my body shivers in the rain. Suddenly my finger

 

soaking wet and have no place to go to. What

 

***

 

the city. You gotta have both the money

 

can’t you give me a call and let me pick you up at the

 

house. “Mom I’m fine…I’m probably just

 

are you talking about?” her tone rises,

 

you,

 

faints, as she tucks a lock

 

well aware of her physical attractiveness, probably why she left my dad years

 

me all the time about how good I look. But I don’t care much about my appearance. And as it turns out, a pretty face is not enough to

 

earlier decision. “Are…Mr. Ramirez and Eason home? If this is not a good time, I can easily get room at the

 

is staying at his penthouse. You can stay in his old room tonight. Come, I’ll show

 

a penthouse.

 

door to the 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. Posters on the wall, his skateboard at the corner, and a glass cabinet showcasing all his antique

 

expensive. One 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

 

and my mom, I do

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