Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Step Brother is My Soulmate : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

AvaI continued staring at my computer screen until the numbers on it began blurring into some jarred ink. Muttering a thick curse under my breathe, I grabbed the edges of my desk till my knuckles turned white.Derick Stone had done it again. The official email had just been sent out to the entire company. He won the project manager position. The same position I have been working my butt off for the last six months to get. I stayed up every single night, skipped lunch most days. Even cross checked every detail thrice, just to make I got every detail correct.However, he got it.He wasn’t better than me. The only reason he won was because his last name is Stone. The entire Stone Fashion Empire belongs to his father. And all of our colleagues treats Derick as if he was some prince. So how delusional of me to think I stand a chance against him."Is something wrong, Ava? You look like you have been run down by some trailer."I sighed, looking up from my screen, only to see Susan, my b

When I finally got home, I was vibrating with anger. I slammed the front door shut so hard the small framed pictures on the wall rattled. I threw my purse onto the couch and began to pace across the worn carpet.My boyfriend, Sam, was sitting on the sofa. The television was blaring a sports game, and his eyes were glued to his phone screen. His thumbs moved rapidly, tapping away. He didn’t even look up when I walked in. He was scratching his chin, completely lost in his own world. He was probably checking his sports bets again."Sam, you won't believe the day I had," I burst out, my voice cracking with emotion. "Derick Stone stole my promotion. The one I worked myself to the bone for! I stayed late every night, and he took it just because of his last name. Then he had the nerve to smirk right in my face."Sam just muttered under his breath, still tapping his phone. "Yeah? That sucks, babe.""Are you even listening to me?" I cried out. I stepped right in front of the television, blocki

I couldn’t breathe. My lungs completely froze in my chest.I stared at the sharp jawline, the messy dark hair, and the broad shoulders of the man sleeping next to me. I prayed to God that I was dreaming. I closed my eyes tightly, counted to three, and opened them again.He was still there.It wasn't the kind stranger from the bar. It was Derick Stone. The man who stole my promotion. The man who was about to become my stepbrother. The man I hated more than anyone else on this earth.I looked under the heavy white blanket. My clothes were gone. Panic tore through my body like an electric shock.I scrambled backward, trying to get away from him. My foot caught in the silk sheet, and I tumbled right off the mattress. I hit the expensive hardwood floor with a loud thud."Ow!" I gasped, grabbing my bruised knee.The movement on the bed stopped. Derick groaned softly, his long eyelashes fluttering open. His dark eyes were blurry with sleep, but the moment they locked onto me sitting on the f

I had barely stepped out onto the polished tiles before Susan rushed up to me, her eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.“Girl, what happened up there?” She blinked at me expectantly, a huge grin spreading from ear to ear across her face.“Nothing much,” I muttered, keeping my head down and continuing to walk toward my old cubicle. “He just wants me to be his new personal assistant.”I reached my desk, pulled a clean cardboard box from underneath, and started picking up my personal belongings. My favorite mug, my desk plant, and my collection of fashion sketchbooks.“Oh my freaking goodness!” Susan shrieked loudly right beside me, causing a few co-workers at nearby desks to turn and stare.I stopped packing for a second and frowned back at her. “Why are you being so dramatic?”“This is completely drama worthy! In fact, it deserves a massive party,” Susan insisted, grabbing my forearm and bouncing on her heels. “Girl, you just got promoted to a fucking personal assistant to the CE

9.“You know what? I have changed my mind,” Derick said, approaching my small desk later that afternoon with slow, deliberate steps.I whipped my head up from my desk, my eyes widening in instant hope. “What?!” I practically gasped, a massive smile spreading across my face. “You no longer want me as your personal assistant? That’s great!”My smile froze instantly when I caught the sly, wicked smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing his arms over his chest.“Given how excited you are, you really despise the thought of working for me, don’t you?” he purred softly.I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from hurling an insult at him. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of an argument, I ignored him completely and turned my focus straight back to my computer screen, aggressively clicking my mouse.“As I was saying,” Derick continued, his voice smooth as silk, “I have changed my mind about you coming with me to the executive meeting this afternoon.”H