Want 2

"Are you excited to meet them?" her mom asked in joy.

Krysie blew a loud breath and closed her luggage. She picked up her brown shoulder bag and see to it if she ever forgot something before they'll proceed and left this small apartment of hers.

"No, I'm not," she replied bluntly. "You know, mom, I'm already eighteen. I can manage on my own. I am in my legal age. Stop acting like I'm a baby."

"You are my baby." She walked in her direction and caressed her face. She tucked some strands of Krysie's hair behind her ears and smiled. "You are the only treasure he left to me. I can't stand watching you living alone in this world and not being able to attend your school because of your part-time works.

"You can live with me and Hermano until you finish your study. He would be happy knowing my princess will be living with me."

After her daddy died three years ago, she started living and working on her own. She barely attends school because of her part-time works and thankfully, the administrators of that school considered her situation. They would hand her a bunch of bound modules that she needs to answer and submit to them. It's okay if she doesn't ace her school year. As long as she's breathing, she's fine with that.

"What if they won't like me?" she asked in a low voice. "Look, they are filthy rich, mom. I can't even afford to buy my own phone."

She leaned in and kissed her forehead. "They are kind, Sey. They won't think it that way."

She bit her lip and just nodded in response. She has no other choice but to come with her mom. She was fired from her job as a waitress in a certain coffee shop because she's always in dazed and sleepy.

"Okay." She twisted her lips and took a deep breath. "Let's go?"

"Sure!" her mother exclaimed.

Krysie picked up her shoulder bag and was about to reach her luggage when someone reached it first. She lifts her eyes only to see a man in bodyguard attire holding her luggage.

"Sey," her mom called her. "Let my bodyguards handle everything. Let's go."

She didn't even get the chance to utter a word when her mom held her wrist and dragged her out of her apartment. She even needs to turn her head to take a last glimpse of her cute apartment.

She was kicked out because she can't pay the rent anymore. Many people tried to encourage her to use her beauty to attract money, but she says no to it. She's not into that. She also had no confidence in her beauty.

"You kept spacing out lately." Her mother's words dragged her out of her reverie. "Don't think too much, okay?"

Krysie forced herself to smile and nod. The moment they arrived in front of a shiny car, the guy standing near the door opened the backseat for them. Her mom went in first before her.

"Why does he have to open the door? We have hands," Krysie murmured to herself and that sentence reached her mother's ear.

Her mom- Millet- chuckled. "Oh, dear. They are paid to do that task."

"You didn't tell me that opening a door for someone is paid. I should've applied as one," the young lady retorted.

Her mom just shook her head and commanded the driver to start driving. Krysie on the other hand leaned against her seat and inhaled the luxurious smell of rose surrounding inside the car.

"Baby," her mom said. "Your brother, Carson, said that he's excited to meet you."

The young lady, Krysie massaged her temple. "Y-Yeah, me too."

I'm nervous as hell!

"STOP smiling like an idiot, man." Elias throws Carson a throw pillow and it hit his head.

"Hey! What's wrong with my smile? Don't tell me you fall in love with my charm?" Carson, the youngest of Adamson siblings said.

Elias chuckled. "That's cringe."

Carson shook his head and leaned on his seat inside their elder brother's library, Hunter. "I'm just excited to meet that daughter of Millet. She said she's a beauty."

"Of course she'll say that. It's her daughter. It would be rude if she'll say that her daughter is ugly." Elias laughed. "I bet she's just average or below."

Carson blows a loud breath. "I was wondering how Hunter would react about this? I mean, he doesn't want anyone in this house, not even our relatives. And Millet would just bring her daughter here?"

Elias paused and nodded afterward. "Yeah, you're right."

"And they would be here any moment by now," Carson added while glancing at his wristwatch.

"And Hunter," Elias replied. "They are all on their way here."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door and was followed by a voice. "Young masters, Madam Millet and her daughter had arrived."

The two looked at each other and it was Carson who first stands. He tilted his head to encourage his older brother to come down with him to their manor's living room.

Elias closed the book he was busy scanning and stood, following his younger brother all their way out of their eldest's library. They spent most of their time in their brother's library. They are that close to each other.

"It doesn't seem to look like they've been preparing for that brat's arrival." Elias's voice is full of sarcasm.

Carson let out a manly chuckle as they reached the first floor. Their eyes darted on the lady wearing blue fitted pants and a hanging blouse that almost revealed her cute belly button.

Elias gulped as he watched the girl wandering her eyes around their manor until it stopped on his. He felt like his breath got took away the moment her electric blue orbs set on his.

"Oh, by the way, Krysie. This is my son. This is Elias, the second from the eldest and this is Carson, my youngest."

KRYSIE nodded her head and bowed politely to her step-brothers. They are handsome, she'll give them that. They also had this intimidating aura that would seriously make her knees tremble.

"H-Hi. I'm Krysie Forsuello," she said.

The guy named Elias looks at him in a very cold manner. His dark blue orbs were looking at her as if he's consuming her energy through his blank stare. On the other hand, the guy named Carson smiled.

"Hi, Krysie. Welcome to your new home."

She suddenly felt relieved after hearing Carson's words. She almost thought that none of Hermano's son likes her around. The way Elias stare at her, it's like she was an unpleasant bug in their home.

"Carson, can you take Sey to her room? I and Millet will be preparing for our dinner. Hunter will be here any moment by now," said Hermano.

She saw Carson looked at Elias before nodding his head in approval. "Let's go, Sey?"

Krysie bit her lip and nodded her head. Carson leads the way and her mother gently pushed her to follow her step-brother upstairs.

Because of nervousness, Krysie didn't turn her head to look at Elias and just followed Carson upstairs.

"I'm sorry for my brother's behavior." Carson smile while they are making their way upstairs.

Krysie just smiled. "It's fine. I just felt nervous. I thought none of you likes me around."

Carson nodded. "I see. Anyway, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen," she immediately responded. "How about you?"

"Oh, I'm twenty," he said; not taking his smile off of his handsome face. "My brother, Elias is twenty-three and our eldest is twenty-five."

"Eldest? What's his name?" Krysie asked in curiosity.

"Hunter," Carson replied. "We have no sister that's why we are happy that you are here. You'll be our princess."

She smiled upon hearing Carson's remark. They stopped in front of a door and Carson turned to face her.

"This will be your room. That one is mine," he said; pointing the door just right in front of hers. "You can always knock on my door if you need something."

She nodded. "Are you always inside? I mean, do you have work?"

"I'm a licensed professor in my brother's school. Tita Millet enrolled you there and I am your research professor," he said.

She bit her lip. She's still in her twelve-year in high school, and she's sure it would take her five years to finish her study if she'll take business management.

"So how am I supposed to address you?" she asked in a low tone because she's shy.

Carson chuckled. "It's up to you. But don't call me professor or sir. You are my sister so address me least formally."

She scratched the back of her ears and bit her lips; thinking of unique ways to address her step-brother. And then Sanya- her co-waitress in her former job- popped inside her head.

That's right! Kuya. I remembered! She thought.

"Uhm, how about Kuya?" She smiled shyly. "Kuya means older brother in Filipino. How about that?"

Carson shrugged. "It's up to you."

"Okay, Kuya." She smiled.

He nodded his head and smile. His hand reached for Krysie's head and ruffled her hair. "Get inside now. Take a good rest. I'll call you when it's dinner."

HUNTER slammed his table hard that caused the things above it to flip and fell on the ground.

"Who allowed her to bring her brat inside mom's territory?" His cold voice dominated the four corners of his office.

"Just go home already, dude." Those are the last words that came out from Elias before the line beeped.

He angrily reached for his suit and attaché case. Hunter commanded his secretary to ready his car in front of the building and to cancel any appointments he had for tonight.

He stormed out of his office and went straight into the already opened elevator door where his personal assistant is waiting for him.

"Her name is Krysie Forsuello. She's eighteen years old and was a former waitress at Little Collin's coffee shop. She seldomly attends school because of her job. She's living in a small apartment alone after her father died because of lung cancer," his secretary said.

Hunter's jaw clenched. "What more?"

"Her academic records after her father's death descended-"

"Hand me the files," he cut his secretary.

The secretary handed him the folder filled with Krysie's personal information, his stepmom's brat.

Hunter scanned the files and flipped the pages to see her pictures. There was a picture where she was wearing her gown for prom that revealed her cleavage. The sight of it made him clenched his jaw.

He continues flipping other pages. The last picture flashed before his eyes where she's only wearing a two-piece and she's with her friends? Well, that is what he thought.

Her porcelain skin shone against the light of the sun. Her shoulder-length hair was blown by the wind. Her electric blue eyes that's very captivating. She looks like a doll. Looking so fragile and expensive.

So this is Millet's brat?

"Good evening, sir. The car is ready." His butler runs in his direction and politely handed him the keys.

Hunter didn't utter a single word. He accepted the keys and head towards his car. He threw his attaché case on the passenger's seat and went inside. He immediately started the car's engine and maneuvered the car away from his company's building.

His hand reached for the folder once again and glanced at the smiling face of her step-mom's brat. His jaw clenched and he bit his lower lip in annoyance.

He should be annoyed because some introvert entered his territory. But why is he more irritated that his car doesn't run faster than usual to arrive fast on their mansion?

KRYSIE turned her body again in front of the mirror inside this room. She'd been checking herself if she looks presentable on her clothes. She's kind of conscious. Of course, who wouldn't? You would be dealing with two handsome and greek-god-faced step-siblings. Of course, you will surely feel conscious about yourself!

She's wearing a simple blue faded short and a white shirt. This is not her home-based attire. She usually wears an oversized shirt, very short shorts, and her hair's messy. But now, look. Her waist-length hair is now neatly tied in a low ponytail.

I looked like a human for the first time! She scoffed to herself and took a glance around her room.

This is much larger than her whole apartment. The area of her room is like the size of the shower area in this mansion. She felt small. She never knew that luxury could be this overwhelming.

May I remind you that this is just a temporary queen-like life, Krysie. A voice inside her head said.

She yawned and stare at herself back again in the mirror. She pouted her cute small lips.

"I'm nervous," she murmured.

Someone suddenly knocked on her door. Krysie hurriedly looked for her slippers and head towards the door. She turned the knob and open the door to see who's knocking.

"Hey, princess- what the hell?" Carson scanned her whole being and again, she felt conscious. "Why are you wearing that? It's too short."

Krysie bit her lips. "Uhm, I'm not comfortable wearing pajamas. D-do I look ugly? Uhm, should I change?"

Carson clenched his jaw and shook his head. "Maybe later. Hunter and the dinner's waiting."

Krysie twisted her lips and nodded. "Okay, Kuya."

They walked downstairs silently. But the moment they were about to enter the dining area, Krysie reached the hem of Carson's shirt.

He looks at him questioningly. "What's the matter?"

She pulled her hand and apologized. "N-nothing."

Carson smiled and reached for her wrist. He pulled her more beside her. "Don't worry. My brothers won't bite."

Krysie bit her lip again and nod. They proceeded inside the dining area and she was welcomed by the cold stare of a man sitting at the edge of the rectangular shape table. She unconsciously took a step back.

His stares would literally kill me!