All Chapters of MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Bella? Where on earth did you go? Joe has been waiting for more than an hour now.” Dad did not even wait for me to speak first.He must be thinking that I disobeyed him and went some other way because he knows the great rift between me and his bastard son is beyond bridging. Come to think of it, I should have done that, actually. I should have gone to meet the caterers, waited for the wedding planners, or attended to my job other than coming to pick that annoying bastard.“Then where is your son, Dad? Tell him to find me in less than three minutes! A second longer, and I will be out of here!” I say. “Can’t you call him, dear? Why are you complicating things so much?” My dad asks furiously. Call that jerk? Eyes roll! “I don’t have his number," I respond. “Impossible children!” He curses as he hangs up the phone. Impossible? That is a proper phrase to define me and Joe! Wait and see how hell will come crumbling down on the Montana family once again with this jerk's return! He and I

In my bewilderment, or is it simply as a result of how Joe's eyes were holding mine, I didn't realize the door opening until some erotic voices and sinful moans and breathing snapped me.My eyes shoot through the slightly open door and into the small room. They brush through the pieces of discarded clothes and shoes on the floor as they trace the bed where the salacious blusters are coming from.Unfortunately for me, it is not just my ears that are getting irritated, but my eyes turn sore after seeing the most abominable scene playing before my eyes. From the rhythmic dance of their lower parts of the body as they meet each other halfway on pleasure to their heavy breaths and deep meets of satisfaction.I see utter darkness for a moment.I would have asked Joe why he brought me to watch porn of all the things in the world, but that question twirled around the tip of my tongue after hearkening to a very familiar voice."Ooh, baby! This is why I prefer you a million times more than that

The place is loud, with a mix of loud buzz and the noise of people drinking their joy out. Happy souls full of life having the hang of the night. While I am drinking my heartaches away. I wished every sip that I took since I got here would take a piece of my broken heart back. Or at least ease this unbearable pain in my heart. But hours later, since I started drinking this bitter shit, the pain is still there.Love is a bitch! Love is a scam! I hate love. I curse love! Love does exist.How could you do so much for the love and this pain, betrayal, and humiliation in return? I invested in that a fortune. I spent on him much more than I have spent on myself in my thirty years of existence. I loved him when he was nothing, and when he became something, I loved him even much more. But he screwed me up this much? He messed me up. He shamelessly and heartlessly took all that I did for us for granted. He was just enjoying the lander to his easy success, while I thought we were building our f

A striking white color greets my vision the second I peel my eyes. I feel like total crap, worn out, with a very bad taste in my mouth and a churning belly on top of a blinding headache.“What the heck happened?” I murmur through the pain, my eyes shutting on their own to the striking headache.I pull myself up and lean back on the bed as I sit up. I take my hands to my temples, massaging them slowly to soothe the pain.“You are such a spoiler! You know?”I stop on the remedy I was working on to soothe my pains and peel my eyes to take in the figure that I had not noticed.“Janie?” I force words through the pain, looking at her not-so-welcoming features parked at the edge of the bed. “What am I doing here?” I drag the last word as the memories of the last moments before I blacked out start playing in my head.The betrayal. The heartbreak. The way I ran off into a bar. The excessive drinking, which was so unlike me. The unwanted conversation with the stranger. The bashing. The blackout

My father and his wife, Joe’s mother, walk in. The drips of cold chills fall in the room with every single step they take toward us. No words are spoken. If I am good at guessing, I would say that this denotes danger. Bad vibes. The coldness I am sampling from my father is almost making my spine numb. But then, if I could not have guessed that the man that I gave my all to was nothing but a scam, even now, I may be wrong.Joe’s hand tightens around my waist. Even as he hugs his mother, who seems too cold for a loving mother who is supposed to be welcoming her only child after ten years apart, Joe does not let go of me. He keeps closer. Closer than even his own mother.The hug takes merely a second, and they break apart. All this while, my father’s gaze has been scanning me with an expression that I still can’t quite decipher, leaving me unsettled. I snuggle with Joe after he is free from the hug. At the moment, he seems to share something in common with me. The awkwardness of the mome