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I lift my head and meet James' eyes, and he looks just about perplexed as I am. "Andrea?" I call in confusion as I revert my gaze to her. And is she smiling? She beams as she closes the distance between us and grips my shoulder. "Elizabeth! I should have known you had something up your sleeves, you sneaky little thing! Do you have any idea what this means?" I arch my brow in silence, stunned by her reaction. "You’re fucking your stepbrother! Behind your parents' backs! That’s so rebellious and freaking sexy!" "Okay, not too loud now." I chuckle awkwardly as I look behind her to make sure no one else will be walking through that door.

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

me. “What the hell am I even thinking?” I slapped my forehead. He was going to be my step uncle in two weeks. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about him. It was morally –and every-other-way-possible– wrong. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see my mother staring intently at me, and that was when I realized she had been calling my name, but I was lost in my thoughts. “You look stunning. This is the dress, mom,” I spluttered, trying to incorporate cheeriness I didn’t feel, into my voice.

I punch the soft mattress. "Shhh. He's your step-uncle." She whispers like the walls have ears. "What do you think people will say? That's not the life you want, sweety." "Oh, Mama, people are always going to talk." I look her in the eyes to see if she can understand what I'm saying. "And for the record, he's my step-uncle." I emphasize the last words. "We're not related by blood in any way."

“You all can leave..” “No one will leave this room until I'm done!” Ava retorted. She darted her gaze back to the men. “I’m Mia Manchester, the wife to Ryan Manchester and also Matt’s Aunt.” Matt pushed his seat back and stood up from his chair, his fists tightened by his side as he made his way to Ava. “No one gives a bloody fuck about who you are or what you got married to, this isn't your husband’s company where you can just barged into–”

Quentin straightened up, mocking, "You know, she bears a striking resemblance to your step-sister Claire." The private room boasted advanced medical equipment and luxurious furnishings, undoubtedly high-end. Quentin casually flopped onto the sofa, rolling up his khaki pants to reveal mismatched socks. Lorneauxs glanced from the door to the sofa several times before finally taking a seat across from Quentin. "It is Claire," he admitted. "Pfft!" The shocking revelation made him inhale at an inappropriate moment. "Wait a minute— you're saying the girl on that hospital bed is Claire, your step-sister?!" Dr. Smith, holding an apple, pointed at the girl with his free hand, exclaiming.

He looked between us, probably seeing the tension in the room that was thick enough to choke on, then casually opened the fridge. "I can see you two have already met." He picked up an apple. "Vera, this is my son Liam. Liam, this is your stepsister Vera." That word hit me like a punch. Stepsister. I slowly looked back at Liam. His face stayed calm, almost empty of expression, but his jaw tightened just a little. "Stepsister?" Liam repeated, finally turning to look at his father. "I asked you to come home early yesterday, but you came back late." Paul bit into the apple. "You missed the chance to meet her."