Yasmin’s POVThe next time I saw my younger stepbrothers again, my jaw nearly dropped.I came home for Christmas, and getting there was a nightmare. I had to cancel appointments, rearrange meetings, and shift my entire schedule just to make it back. If I didn't, Mom would blow up my phone with endless calls, and my stepfather, Anthony, would launch into one of his long speeches about how important it was to spend time with family.As frustrating as it could be sitting through their lectures and constant fussing, I loved them both. Especially Anthony. He had a way of understanding me that Mom never quite did.Then there were my triplet stepbrothers.We didn't talk much. They barely called, and most of the time, it felt like we lived in completely different worlds.Hans, the eldest, or at least the one who constantly reminded everyone he was the eldest, worked as a firefighter. Mitch, the middle triplet, was a hockey captain. And Devon, the youngest, was an MMA fighter, which I thought
Last Updated : 2026-07-20 Read more