CHAPTER 4

The packing van came to a halt before a mansion that looked brand new.

Isis jumped out too, clutching her small plush doll with an expressionless face. Nora rushed out after her and hugged her shoulder, “Baby! This house is very beautiful, don’t you love it?”

Isis rolled her eyes and walked away from Nora. She didn't want to strike any conversation with her. Still not giving up, Nora rushed after her daughter while the van was being offloaded by the workers.

“This is a very big mansion, I’m sure you’ll love how it looks from inside,” Nora pressed again. “I told Max about how pink you love your room too, I’m sure you’re—”

“Mum please!” Isis turned abruptly, “Is following you not enough? Now you want to bore the fuck out of me?”

Nora swallowed hard and composed herself, “Sorry, I just wanted to...”

“Don’t talk to me!” She fired and proceeded without her mother. Isis’s mind was in chaos. She had no other family member save for her mother. It has always been Nora in everything she does and to think of rebelling till the end... Isis knew it wouldn’t work.

It took her a year worth of courage to follow Nora and to make sure her heart would still forgive her, Isis felt that not talking to her mum is the best option now.

She stepped into the grand foyer first, and the first sound she heard was a slap.

Isis stopped and listened as the slap repeated again and then an old gray voice commanded, “You must obey my orders, if you still count me as your father!”

Then another young and oddly familiar voice screamed back, “Slap me more dad, I will never accept a sibling! Getting married against my wish is enough!”

The sound of retreating footsteps. “Sam! Will you get your ass back here?” The old voice asked but there was no response.

Nora caught up with Isis and tapped her, “What...” she was about to ask, but she remembered that her daughter was still on a cold strike with her and so she gently kept quiet.

Still standing there, the door opened and an old but still handsome man stepped out with a big smile.

“Oh my darling is here!” he announced. Nora ran into his embrace and they hugged and even kissed before remembering Isis was still on stand.

The man released Nora. “Oh. So sorry.” Then he extended his hand, “You must be Isis?”

She rolled her eyes again but took his hand without any feeling. “Yes. Nice to meet you, Uncle.”

“Hey. Why Uncle?” The man’s brow perked up, “Call me Max. Uncle makes me sound old.” Then he burst into a laugh and Nora joined in.

Isis hated all this from the bottom of her heart but there’s nothing she could do about it. She hissed lightly and walked off into the house.

Isis was mesmerized about the interior of the house as it really took her breath away.

Max came in afterwards with Nora. “Did you like this place dear?”

Faking a smile, she nodded. “Not bad.”

Then Nora shot forward, “You can go and look around while the workers move our things.”

Isis said nothing but sighed and left. Nora rested her head on Max’s chest, “Oh I don’t know what to do with her. She’s so against coming here, I’m just too...”

Max cuddled her before kissing her forehead, “We can take care of her together now. Sam was like that too.”

**** After updating all her social media with the selfies taken in the beautiful new mansion, Isis felt she should check her room next. There’s nothing she could do to revert her mum’s decision though than to just accept it.

Passing through a room, she heard indistinct jeering and moaning from inside. She stopped and wondered who was there when Max who just ascended the stairs saw her.

“Hey Ice...” he greeted. “Enjoying your tour?”

Isis’s smile came to display again, “Yes uncle... I mean Max. But where is my room and who’s in here?”

“That’s your brother’s room,” He announced. “My son Samuel and you are the same age so...”

“It’s okay. Thanks.” After saying that, Max turned to the direction he was going and then Isis faced the door again, anger brewing inside of her.

Not thinking twice, she placed her hand on the knob and turned it, only to barge in to see a live masturbating scene that made Isis gasp in shock.

Immediately seeing what the fellow on the bed was doing, she turned around, her voice and body shaking. “S... sorry, I didn’t know someone was there and...”

Samuel Armani got up from his bed in urgency too. His girlfriend who was on the laptop screen sex chatting with him asked, “What happened Sam?”

“I... I’ll call you back, baby.” Then he ended the call and adjusted himself.

“Who are you and why did you barge into my room?” He asked the newcomer whose back was turned against him.

Isis on the other hand was boiling with anger. Is this the type of stepbrother she’s going to start living with?

She ignored his question and took her step to exit, but Samuel stopped her with a question. “Are you my new stepsister?”

This question made her stop before turning to him abruptly. “It’s not nice meeting you, and I hope we never get along.”

Samuel Armani smiled, his wolf growling. “Who says I wanted to get involved with you? You’re just...”

He stopped. His eyes drew over the girl standing before him. Isis too, already hated this boy without living with him yet.

“Why looking at me like that huh?” she jeered again. “Your dad said we’re going to attend the same school, so anywhere you go, don’t try to...”

“Fish boy?” Samuel Armani dropped evenly, the realization dawning on him more. This was the girl that called him fish boy and made him cheat at his first day here. “I can never forget that face.”

Isis only froze. How did this jerk know about her dirty and the most embarrassing moment? “Don’t you dare spit rubbish or else I’m going to...”

Samuel Armani approached her, “Don’t tell me, you’re really my stepsister?” He doesn't want to believe it for sure.

“Did you know me before?” Her heart has now rushed to her throat as she’s started to realize that the voice was similar to her ‘fish boy’ voice.

Samuel’s hatred for the girl fueled. She’s not only his new stepsister but his one night stand? “Will you stop lying, bitch?”

“Don’t you dare call me a bitch!” Isis felt she couldn’t take his audacity anymore. Thinking her ‘fish boy’ wasn’t as rude as this guy before her. “The fact that I’ll have to see yours and your dad’s faces around is already frustrating enough!”

Samuel thought she was trying to wiggle her way out of this by making him seem like a bad person. “No” he thought and faced her. “The most frustrating one is that I’ll have to see you around everyday after you’ve made me cheat on my girlfriend!”

“But I haven’t seen you before!” she cried. “If you hate me the way I hate you, perhaps you can talk to your dad...”

Samuel Armani wasn’t listening to that, he was busy unbuckling his trouser again. “You said you haven’t seen me before?”

“I don’t need you to believe me!” Isis fired back. But when she turned after this yell, what she saw utterly shocked her.

Samuel Armani was showing her his motherfucking cock... Isis gasped in horror and closed her eyes. “Are you mad?”

“No I’m not” he chuckled. “I’m only showing you ‘the fish boy’s fish!’”

Isis opened her eyes slowly, slowly in a way that forced out the memories of every pouts, whines and every word she said in her drunken state.

She gasped... before yelling. The boy before her, is the fish boy she shared the bed with?

‘Ice, you’re really cooked!’ her wolf cried.