Obsessed With My Stepbrother

[Not continued from prologue]Isabelle’s Point of View: I roamed the halls with a worried expression.“This is not right. I have told her many times, but she just won’t listen.”“What should we do?”“Why are you asking me?”Numerous mutterings fluttered across the room as my mom, and stepdad talked between themselves.It was completely stupid.I just wanted to get a career of my own, but my stepdad—Mr. Richard Roman wanted me to join him and his son in his company.I finally stopped and walked over to them.“So?” He asked me with a hopeful expression.“My decision is not going to change. Moreover, I believe Achilles is more than capable of handling the company on his own,” I confidently replied.“Oh, I know I am.”A deep voice resounded in the room. I froze for a second. Then, making my breathing stable, I turned around.Achilles was coming down from his room. He wore casual clothes but still looked so devilishly handsome. When he looked up and met my eyes, my heart raced and I looke

Isabelle’s Point of View:I looked at him and puffed.“G-get away.”He stepped aside, and I took a deep breath.“And I don’t have time for you.” I slowly spoke, knowing that things would get worse if he kept behaving the way he was. Everything was barely bearable as it was. “I have an interview real soon. So, bye.”I was about to leave when I heard him.“You don’t wonder why Matt cheated on you and with Chloe, of all people?”I stopped in my steps and turned to look at him. “How… Do you know about it?”He smirked.“How does everything go wrong in your life?”I was having a few stupid thoughts, but shut them out. “You’re out of your senses.”“Oh baby girl, I am not, but I am sure that you’ll be.”My heartbeat increased when he called me that. I looked down and heard him chuckle. I looked back up at him.“W-What?” I asked.“Do you know how bad of an actress you are?”I looked at him while my eyes threatened to moisten. I had thought a lot about what he was saying—about what he meant but

Isabelle’s Point of View: “Welcome, Isabella.”I turned around to see Achilles with a small smirk. Frustrated, I let out a sigh. “I thought you couldn’t care less about the CA branch.”“Oh, that’s true.” He came and then stood by the table. “But you see, it has suddenly become so interesting.”“Aren’t you too busy with opening a new branch in NYC?” I carefully went to the other side of the room to avoid getting in any uncomfortable position.“No. I have decided to stay here for a while.”I scoffed.“Anyway. How’s the hotel? I thought it’d fit your interest,” he said.“You booked it?”“I own it.”I looked around the room and furrowed my brows. “I thought all hotel chains Roman Enterprises owned were named Roman Hotels.”“Well, that was when dad owned them.” He took a seat on the couch. “I don’t see the need to include the name everywhere.”“So, you’ve come here to flaunt your money and how you own the places I pay for? I know how rich you are. I know I am going to work with you. You c

Isabelle’s Point of View:“So, what is this about?” I kept my cool as we proceeded to go far from the company building. Achilles looked at me but found it in his best interests to ignore me!“Achilles—”“Just wait a few moments, will you?”He looked a little irritated by my constant questions. I slowly nodded, not trying to piss him off.We soon reached his car. “Get in, Bella.”I looked at him once again at the mention of my nickname, before getting in the backseat. My brain was pounded by the constant questions about where he wanted to take me, but I had a little trust in him—no matter how crazy that sounded. I could do anything to believe that maybe he cared for me.He soon entered the car too and started driving. I sat back comfortably and looked out of the car, aware of the speed we were going at.“I won’t tell Dad that you missed work today,” he said after a minute. “So, you shouldn’t either.”I looked at him and sighed. “Why will I miss work? It is not like I am gonna spend th

Isabelle’s Point of View: I looked at him with a blank expression while he left the room. My breathing was rasped.“I know what you think and feel, Bella, and that, right there, makes you the weakest person alive.”His words replayed in my brain like a recorded note kept on repeat. My heart was sad. I didn’t have any idea that things would get worse if he knew about my feelings.I had always imagined him to be kind. That if he ever came to know about my emotions, he would feel sorry for me and treat me better knowing how I suffered; but instead… he just made fun of me and my feelings at every chance he got.I looked at the rain again and a few drops of water came down from my eyes, resonating with the view outside. For the first time, I felt so hopeless that even escaping seemed to be worthless. It seemed like I wasn’t worth anything. Like I wasn’t even worth trying for myself — and I had nothing special or lovable in me.The feeling was terrifying, and the heartache was real. I coul