My Stepbrother Enzo Novels & Stories

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.

Seriously? I looked at them, trying to match up any family resemblance, but no. Zayn was way bigger than Enzo, taller, more built, like a walking tower of muscle. Enzo, on the other hand, was leaner, shorter, and honestly didn't look like he had a muscle to spare. Enzo never mentioned having a brother. We'd been dating for months, and I had no idea. I cleared my throat, trying to act like the whole situation wasn't throwing me into a spiral.

I hiss, feeling my cheeks heat. He leans towards me, whispering in my ear, “That makes it even hotter. You ever watched p**n before? Hot stepmom gets railed by her even-hotter stepson?” “Please stop.” “They even have pregnant stepmom shit,” Enzo is toying with me, and it’s working. I feel flushed from head to toe. “Enzo,” I grit out his name, and he began cackling, the sound carrying through the otherwise silent night. “I’m just fucking with you, troublemaker,” he grins again. “Unless you’re down for me to fuck you. Because, let’s be real, I’m not against the idea.”

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

The cold iron pressed against my palms as I tilted my head up, staring at the stars, feeling his gaze linger before he looked away. He leaned back in his seat. “Honestly, I never knew Enzo would get married this soon. He barely talks to any woman besides Maya.” His words pressed against me like a weight. I swallowed but didn’t say much. “Are you… part of the Vitale family?” I asked instead, turning my eyes toward him. He chuckled and shook his head. “No. I work here. I’m Brian’s driver, Enzo’s brother.” I blinked, turning to look at him properly. “I didn’t know Enzo had a brother. Well… I did see something between them once. A little confrontation.”

I lifted a shoulder. He chuckled. “I’m sorry.” “I mean, at least you had them even though they weren’t prefect.” “I don’t know how to face him. What if he hates me?” Enzo sighed. “He wants to speak to you. If he didn’t know then it must be a huge bombshell for him too.” I couldn’t process that Enzo had a brother. Now it had me wondering. Did I have other siblings somewhere in the world? It was possible my father had children somewhere in the world. I always wondered what it was like to have a sister.

Food I may end up not touching. This information was just too much to handle. How could I bring myself to eat something? “Thank you all for coming.” Antonio snapped me out of my thoughts when he was ready. “And Amy, I am sorry for waking you up from your beauty sleep. Carlos warned me not to and now I regret it.” He sipped from a mug and continued. “Before now, Enzo has always had a brother. A brother who didn't know they were related. What do I mean?” He adjusted on the chair and looked at me. “My stepfather was a whore, worse than my mother who maybe had it with a few men during her lifetime.” He continued. Honestly, I didn't want to hear all of these.

I barely celebrate my small victory before his smiling face is back on. “You know, I felt a little bit of guilt when I realized you were my sister's…I can't even say it out loud.” “I am her stepbrother. I am your stepbrother too, Lucas.” “Then I am going to enjoy this, brother.” “Lay it on me.” My lips curl. “Let’s just say, your days of flying under the radar have come to an abrupt end.” My confusion deepens. “I think you have the wrong Cross.” “And I think you should call a meeting and make arrangements to wind up. CrossPoint Capital is under investigation.”

You see, one thing I mastered after being my father's daughter is that tears don't look demure on a beautiful face like me. I have seen and been through so much to cry over an asshole who thinks I am not enough. If Ryan needed that satisfaction when he announced our breakup,then he will have to wait for his next target. “ You look like a mess.” A deep familiar voice sounded from across the room. My eyes scanned the area until they landed on him. Zander fucking Johnston, my stepbrother. A groan left my lips involuntarily. “ What the hell are you doing here? This is my house.” I snarled, a scorching glare fixed on his face.