All Chapters of My Steprother's Secret Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

306 Chapters

Prologue

"Oh, let's not pretend anymore that money and wealth aren't what you're after, just like your mom." he said in a sharp, probing tone, laced with heavy sarcasm. I was flooded with rage, so intense it wiped out every bit of control I had."You have no right to accuse me of that!" I shouted, my voice cracking not just with fury, but with a raw hurt. Tears started to stung my eyes, but I blinked them away so fast. I would not let him see me break.Every day we crossed paths, this annoying stepbrother of mine always found a way to slice me apart. I'd tried so many times to walk away, to dodge the fight but he always pushed, always prodded until I snapped. He was a bully. He had been ordering the maids to ignore me, to be cruel to me. He made me feel like a ghost in this house, like I only belonged here because his father had married my Mom. Like this luxurious life was a handout I didn't earn. Well, to hell with their wealth. Fuck their money. I could make it on my own, pay for my own st

Chapter 1: Collision

“Mom, are they still going to take long?” I asked, my voice sharp with impatience as I traced the gold rim of my water glass.“He said they’re on their way. He’s just waiting for his son.” Mom replied, and I could hear the giddiness in her tone even before I looked up. Her eyes were shining as she tucked a strand of curly hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she’d had since I was little.We were at a fancy dining restaurant now, and we were both dressed formally. Tonight was the night she’d finally introduce me to the man she wanted to marry, and his son.I had been raised alone by Mom ever since Dad died when I was eight. She was a beautiful and attractive woman, and had given birth to me at just nineteen so our age gap wasn’t that big. Sometimes people even mistook us for sisters. My parents had a huge age difference too. Mom was only eighteen when she married Dad and Dad was forty-six then— an older businessman who’d swept the recent high school graduate off her feet with roses and

Chapter 2: Threads

I still remember how we first met two months ago, at least, I think that's when it was. The memory is sharp around the edges, like the smell of fresh espresso that still clings to my clothes after every shift."There he is. He's really good-looking, isn't he?" I heard Ella say quietly. Her voice was almost lost in the soft talking and the sound of the milk machine in the cafe. A tall man came in with a blonde woman. Her shoes made loud clicks on the old wooden floor. I rolled my eyes, then looked at them. I'd seen this happen so many times before that I knew what to expect. "Only, it looks like he has a new girl with him again," Sierra added, leaning against the counter where pastries were displayed under a glass case. He was a regular, alright, one who showed up almost every time with a different woman on his arm, each one dressed in something sleek and expensive that made our simple server uniforms feel even plainer."Go approach them, Ella, and take their order," Sierra said to o

Chapter 3: Gilded

And that's exactly what happened, our parents got married just two months after our formal dinner. It was a beach wedding on a private southern island. I'd always thought Mom was joking when she said her fiancé was rich, but she wasn't. We'd been comfortable back when Dad was alive, but not this rich. And this? This was a world apart. He took us from the dull city to the island on his own plane. He paid for everything: nice hotel rooms for all the guests, the whole wedding, even small things no one expected. Almost everyone who was invited came. There were famous people in long dresses, politicians shaking hands, and important business people who looked powerful. That's when the truth hit me. Mom's new husband, Uncle Greg, was a billionaire who owned an empire of companies.The wedding happened as the sun slowly went down, turning the sky pink and orange. It was on clean white sand, with clear blue water all around it. In the middle was a flower arch made of rare white orchids, plus sh

Chapter 4: Glances

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.Of course, he caught me red-handed, clutching the forbidden flowers, and scolded me. I initially apologized, admitting my mistake, but when the jerk dared to shout and belittle me in front of the servants, I snapped. Out of anger, I shoved the roses into his chest and stormed off, ignoring his angry shouts. My mom found out and scolded me, explaining how close Theo had been to his mother and how much he treasured her memories, especially her flower garden. I knew I was wrong, but my hands had acted on their own

Chapter 5: Popular

I was enrolled in a prestigious, exclusive school, one I never even dared to dream of attending before, because we used to struggle so much financially. I was overjoyed when Mom told me I would be transferring to this remarkable institution. Education means everything to me; I have consistently earned top honors, so the chance to study at a school of this caliber is incredibly meaningful.The campus is large and sprawling, and it seems nearly every student comes from a wealthy background. The facilities are exceptional, and the faculty are without a doubt highly qualified. I might have been perfectly happy, and everything might have been going well, if I hadn't discovered that my insufferable stepbrother is also a student there.I transferred in the second semester as a high school sophomore, while he is already in senior high. Can you believe it? With his height and broad build, I assumed he was in college, but he wasn't. I was just immensely grateful that I was provi

Chapter 6: Tensions

"So what kind of guy is your type?" she asked, following me and plopping down beside me, her curiosity clearly not satisfied."Someone who's kind to others, not arrogant, and doesn't have a repulsive attitude," I said, my tone sharp with conviction. It was the truth, of course but as I spoke, I couldn't help but think how perfectly it described the exact opposite of Theo."Wait, Theo isn't a bad person, though. He has tons of friends!" she argued, frowning at me like she couldn't possibly understand how I could see him any differently.Oh, If only you knew, Melody. If only you'd seen how terrible and cruel he can be."Unless you know him personally, how can you say that? Do you even know him?" she pressed. I didn't realize the words had already slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. It came off like I knew him very well and that I was annoyed at him. Now I suddenly felt cornered."I mean, just look at him. He se

Chapter 7: Between Hate and Desire

“Let go of me!” I snarled, yanking my arm free. I was just as bewildered by the strange sensation as he was. It was as if a magnet was pulling me toward him, and my heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.My action seemed to snap him out of his trance. He blinked rapidly, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t fathom what was happening, as if he couldn’t believe he’d let himself get so lost in that short moment. And then, his expression shifted instantly from dazed to furious.“Fine. Have it your way,” I said, trying to sound tough and annoyed even though I was still confused from what had just happened. I quickly turned and hurried into my room, closing the door behind me.I leaned against the door, still confused. I put my hands flat on the cool wood and tried to breathe slowly and deeply, but each breath was shaky. My mind was reeling, spinning so fast I could barely think straight. What was that s

Chapter 8: Enigma

Theo's POV: I first saw her working as a crew member at the coffee shop. I noticed the other women there stole quick glances at me, growing flustered whenever they watched or served me, even though I arrived nearly every day with a different girl on my arm.Most women are all the same, anyway. Especially those low-class ones, desperate to be dazzled by a rich man. They flirt and throw themselves at you, even when you're clearly with someone else.To me, they all follow the same script: clingy, needy, and almost always motivated by nothing but money and wealth. Without those, they won't stick to you any longer than a leech will if you shake it off. I've learned this truth time and time again over the years.But as long as they give me what I want and satisfy me, I don't mind spending on them, buying them whatever their little hearts desire. I was born into luxury; I get everything I want, whenever I want it. It's no secret I'm good-looking, and women fall over themselves to get my att

Chapter 9: Entanglement

Looking at the two girls side by side, the difference was impossible to miss. The waitress had a natural, effortless beauty that shone through without trying, while Cassy relied on layers of heavy makeup to look the part, and her petite frame seemed to shrink even more next to the other girl's quiet confidence.Cassy stuck out her foot and tripped her, sending her stumbling to the floor. It was obviously intentional, and though it was cruel, I couldn't help but find it amusing, watching Cassy act out of jealousy, like she actually had something to fight for when it came to my attention. So I did nothing to stop her.Why would I care about how this lowly waitress would feel? It didn't matter, not as long as Cassy's reaction entertained me. But I never expected this bold, audacious girl will fight back. When she lunged at Cassy, ready to defend herself, I stepped in without thinking, shoving her away from my companion. I pushed harder than I meant to, and sh

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