All Chapters of My Steprother's Secret Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Who said I wanted to get close to you? I don't associate with people who have such terrible attitudes," she shot back.Really, this girl! She had the audacity to talk back to me, all while living under my roof, eating food my father paid for, sleeping in a room my family's money had furnished. Did she really think she was an heiress now that her mother had married my father? That this wealth and home were suddenly hers to claim?"And I'm warning you," I pressed on, my tone sharp with menace. "I don't want you wandering around this house where I might run into you.""You can count on it," she replied, forcing a tight, fake smile that didn't reach her eyes.It is as if my words had infuriated her, and I caught her muttering under her breath, which only made my own anger flare hotter."Did you say something?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her, suspicious and ready to pick another fight."Nothing. Did you actually hear me say anything?" she a

I pushed the strange feeling aside, forcing myself to focus, and turned to face her, making sure she couldn't ignore me."I know you're aware we go to the same school now," I said to her."So what?" she replied, lifting an eyebrow."I want you to keep it a secret that we're step-siblings. No one at school needs to know.""And why should I do that?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest."Because I said so. Pretend you don't even know me. Do you understand?" I told her sharply."Fine. If that's what you want. Is that all?" she said flatly."Good. I don't want anyone finding out our parents got married, or that we live under the same roof," I said, speaking with arrogant disdain.At my words, her temper flared. Anger blazed in her eyes as she stared at me."You know what? If you're ashamed to be related to me, the feeling is mutual. You're so arrogant, acting like you're better than everyone else, but your attitude i

 Elyssa's POV: It’s kind of strange how Theo has been avoiding me for days ever since he walked in on me naked.The nerve of that jerk! One evening after school, he barged into my room and accused me of snitching to his dad about us being step-siblings, a secret we’ve kept at school. I didn’t tell anyone about it, not even my mom, much less Uncle Greg. I have no idea how he found out, and I can’t understand why I’m the one he’s accusing.Instead of turning around and leaving when he walked in on me getting dressed, that disgusting jerk just stared and hurled cruel insults about my body. He was so unbearably arrogant, like he had every right to look and judge me. I was absolutely furious, my blood boiling with rage. Just because we live in his Dad’s  mansion, he thinks he owns the place and can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He’s so rude and completely devoid of res

Weeks turned into months, and the mansion grew quiet. We no longer bickered or fought like we used to. He was busy with his high school graduation and figuring out which university to attend for college. I’ll admit I still went out of my way to avoid running into him, all because of that kiss. But it was clear he remembered nothing. He never teased or insulted me about what had happened, not even once.I was starting junior high now, and he had finally graduated high school, which meant I wouldn’t have to see him hanging around at school anymore. We celebrated his achievement at a fine-dining restaurant, and as a graduation gift, his Dad sponsored a month-long trip to Europe for him and his friends.The mansion stayed quiet for weeks, and life felt perfectly peaceful without him under the same roof. I’d thought this calm would last for long, but it turned out to be only temporary. I’d told myself I’d feel nothing but relief that he was gone for school, but I was wrong.

I got home from school, changed my clothes, and headed to the kitchen to find a snack. With no maids around to help, I made something to eat myself.He found me there and immediately started picking a fight, hurling insults as usual."Look who it is! The princess, feeding herself," he said. I tried to ignore him, acting like I hadn't heard a thing, and kept eating. But the jerk was clearly determined to start a trouble."No maids to wait on you today, huh, dear princess?" he taunted."I can take care of myself and cook my own meals. I doubt you can say the same," I shot back angrily."Oh right, you're used to serving people, aren't you? You worked at a café once, didn't you? Serving food to strangers?" He said with belittling mockery, assuming that truth would upset or anger me. In return, I just ignored him and kept eating.I watched as he grabbed some cereal, poured milk over it, and sat on the stool across the table from me.