Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love To Hate My Stepbrother : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Celestine's POV Do not pass out. Do not puke. Do not pass out. Do not puke. It becomes a mantra as I chant this in my head over and over again. "I'm sorry if this seems unexpected," Cade mutters, looking between Lucenzo and me, not really sure what to say to make this situation any better. Honestly, nothing he says can cipher how I feel. I'm Hurt. Confused. Surprised. Angry. "and I know it's obviously a lot to take in." Obviously, I parrot in my head. I turn to look at Lorenzo whose mouth is agape with no words coming out. His lips remain parted for a few seconds then he blinks, his throat moving up and down as he swallows. "Is this why you divorced mom?" The harsh words bite out of him and pierce through his dad, whose expression takes on a look of hurt. "Is this why mom left us? Because of her?" He points angrily at my mom whose gaze remains on the table linens. "Lorenzo, I and your mom's relationship ended a long time ago." A tiny wrinkle line creases his forehead, probably a s

Celestine's POV Cade's house, well mansion is more fitting, is seated on a large acreage of at least ten thousand square feet of space. It has two floors, a gym, an infinity pool, sitting plazas, walking tracks, and mini theaters where I spend all my free time at. It exudes a sense of grandeur with tall ceilings, large windows, and a beautiful facade. My mom and I have been here for two days and I have seen Lorenzo all of three times. Once during breakfast, where he had stormed up to his room after it and the other this morning, he had been making a cup of coffee and I had walked in, hair bedridden, matted to my face and mouth tasting like cotton. I had been headed for a glass of water. Lorenzo had seen me, scoffed condescendingly, and walked out of the kitchen with his cup of coffee in hand. The third time is now. And I can't stop staring. Through the crack in his door, I can see Lorenzo with a towel hanging loosely on his waist, dangerously close to slipping off, his chest dripp

Celestine's POV I cook when I'm stressed out. Dealing with Lorenzo stresses me out, hence why I'm raiding the kitchen cabinets and looking for ingredients in the refrigerator. "What are you making?" Eve's voice comes through the speaker of my setup iPhone. I leaned it on a pepper and salt spice container. Eve and I have been friends since kindergarten. She had been the only one to share her snack with the new girl in class. We sort of hit off since then and have become inseparable, even choosing the same university and sharing an apartment off campus together. "I'm thinking pasta." Something simple and that won't take up much of my time. "So why are you cooking?" Eve was the person I ran to when Lorenzo and I first separated. She was the one who held my hair away from my face while I was bowed over the toilet seat, throwing up the contents of my stomach because I had drank too much. She was the one who joined me to print out photos of Lorenzo and then burn them while cursing his so

Celestine's POV Why am I doing this? That's the question I keep asking myself as I climb down the stairs, contemplating between running back up to my room or bracing for the storm to come. I settle on the latter. I want to see the look on Lorenzo's face when I crash his party. Another thing I hated, was why I was allowing his opinion to affect me this much. I'm doing things I wouldn't normally do just to get a reaction out of him. It's pathetic but I can't stop doing them. Seeing the shocked expression on his face when he had dared me to jerk him and I had followed through, it was like a drug was being pumped into my vein. I drug I think I'm getting addicted to it because right now, I'm glancing around the house for Lorenzo to see the seething expression I know is definitely going to be on his face. And there it is. Lorenzo, dressed in knee-length black swim trunks is leaning against the wall, a guy beside him is talking and trying to get Lorenzo's attention but his gaze remain

Lorenzo's POV "I was away for one night and you turned my house into a fucking circus," my dad hollers, his face red as fuck, with spit flying everywhere. I knew that my father was going to find out about the party. Heck, I wanted him to find out. Call it a rebellious streak or whatever but I want him to know that just because he had managed to make me stay in this house, doesn't mean I would bend to his every rule. Waking up first thing in the morning to my dad's screaming in my face was not how I wanted the encounter to go through. I had at least been hoping to catch some shut-eye before the confrontation. How did he even find out? I and Luke with our other friends had scrubbed the place early this morning, from the surfaces to each room in this big house. So how did he... Goddd. I feel like smacking myself over the head. How could my stupid ass have forgotten to turn off the CCTV camera at the entrance? I throw the blanket off my sleepy as fuck body, running a hand through my u