In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Read In Love With My Evil Stepbrother Chapter 66 - Another Stepbrother Eason’s POV | march into dad's study. He is already there waiting for me.

| used to dread this place. Whenever | made a mistake as a boy, he would ask the butler to bringin here and sitdown for a long lecture. He had to make sure | knew that | wasn’t good enough to be the Ramirez's heir.

But now that I'm old enough, I've learnt not to give a sh*t about how he thinks of me.

“Sit,” my father nods atas | take my seat in front ofacross the table. “Your security team reported sunusual activities totoday. | think | have to ask you the reason.” I lean back on the chair and raise my eyebrows at him, “My bodyguard snitched behind my back? How unprofessional.” A faint smile appears on his lips, “You can fire him if you like. But the new guy will still report to me. | can assure you that.” My face tightens out of my control. | know that’s a warning. He is tellingthat I still don’t have any real controls over the family.

“So? The reason?” I snort, “I was looking for someone at the airport.” “Whom?” I slightly narrow my eyes, giving him a challenging look, “As the head of the family, | thought you had already known.” He stares back at me, the look in his eyes very dark and cold. Other people would start shivering in fear under this gaze, but not me.

“Natalia,” he says eventually. That's a statement, not a question.

| make a funny noise with my nose.

He slowly rises from his seat, now looking down at me, “You got an apartment off campus not long ago. Was that for yourself? Or was it for someone else.” I sigh, “Beating around the bush is very unlike you dad. Just cut to the chase.” “...Were you two seeing each other?” I sit still for a moment and then suddenly burst into laughter, “That's a very conservative way of saying. But yeah | guess you can say that. We were seeing each other, kissing each other, f**king each other’s brain out and sneaking around behind your—".

A hot slap landed on my face before | can finish. God it f**king hurts. The old man still got it. But | feel more liberated than angry or ashamed. | enraged him on purpose. | need to get the lingering steam out of my system.

“It’s been a long tsince | last hit you. Because | thought you've outgrown that. But apparently, | was wrong,” | hear my father’s rage-filled voice. “That slap was for me, for Natalia and for her mother. You've disappointed me, you've disrespected her mother and you have messed with the wrong girl” And that got me.

“Who said she is the wrong girl!” | jump out of my seat and roar. “I love her, and she loves me! We are perfect together. What's your place to call her the wrong girl?!” “She loves you? Then why is she running away from you right now?” Fle Anger almost madeforget that he is my father. | just want to punch him in the face right now.

Then he says sternly, “I know you are a troubled kid, Eason. But I didn’t expect you to be this outrageous. Now | need you to back down from this now and | will take everything from here. | forbid you to see her again.” I'm so infuriated that | want to smack things now.

“Why the f**k are you stoppingdad?! You like Nat! Why can’t you just be f**king supportive for once! Like a real father!!” “Supportive? Are you even listening to yourself? | like Natalia as my stepdaughter. | didn’t bring her into this family for you to screw her! You are brother and sister for god's sake! Just think about the scandal and rumors if this breaks out. | can see that you have absolutely no family honor!” Oh here it is. The family honor.

| let out a low chuckle, but it is filled with sarcasm, “Yes father, you are a very honorable man. So that’s why you married mom for her wealth and title and let her into your loveless marriage. You turned her into this control freak and call that family honor.” My father’s face darkens. | know I've hit his soft spot.

“I'm not going down your path,” | stand up facing him. “Nat is the one. You can try and stop us, but it won't work.” This is the first t| leave the room before he dismisses me. | guess my respect for him has run out at this point.

“It won't work,” | hear my father announces coldly behind me. “I won't let you ruin your life and her life like this.” ork Natalia’s POV As soon as we step out of the airport, I'm immediately welcomed by the dense and dripping humidity of Miami, which is so drastically different from the crisp and dry weather in Boston.

| stand still in the evening wind for a movement, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air that smells like sea, and suddenly feel at home.

Everything happened in Boston feels like a dream now.

“Come!” Jenna waves at me. “I got us an Uber. We will make a stop at your hfirst. If things don’t go well, you can cand stay with me.” “Jenna...” | look at her and fell my heart full of gratitude. “There's no way | can thank you enough.” “You can save it then,” she givesa playful smile. “If | run into a heartless b*stard in the future, you will be responsible of getting rid of him for me.” She checks plate number and walks to our car, which turns out to be a black and shiny Benz. It surpriseda little when | saw it. This car is not exactly a luxury one but it’s not cheap either. So it seems that even rich people have to get out and make a living Jenna bends down and taps the car window. It slowly rolls down and reveals the driver's face.

It’s a young man in his early 20s, dressed in tie and suit. And most importantly, he’s got a super handsface that can easily attract any girl's attention, “Umm...can | help you?” he slightly frowns and asks. Even his voice is beautiful.

Jenna blushes suspiciously, “Uber? Can you open the trunk for us? We got luggage.” A flicker of doubt passes through his eyes. But then his eyes settle onand the look of suspicious on his face quickly vanishes, “Are you going to 388 Logan's Drive?” That's my dad’s location. | nod.

A charming smile appears on his face almost instantly, “Of course. Lethelp you with your luggage.” He gets off the car and opens the trunk for us. | can smell a pleasant scent of male cologne when he stands next to me. Suddenly for no reasons at all, my cheek turns pink.

When he is not looking, Jenna secretly gives a tack at my sleeve and months me: Hot! | let out a rather stupid giggle at her comment.

When the car drives smoothly out of the airport, our handsdriver slightly adjust the rearview mirror and asks, “So, what brings you ladies to Miami?” “We live here, actually. We just cback from a rather horrible and exhausted trip.” “Oh? Where did you go?” Then Jenna goes on to complain the weather and everything about Boston. My mind starts to wander about while they are talking. | can’t help but think about Eason and all the mess | left behind.

What's he doing right now? Is he still trying to call and text me? Is he still mad? Or has he moved on already? Maybe not yet but he will eventually. | know | shouldn't but I still feel the urge to cry just thinking that this may be the end for us.

Suddenly Jenna's cry whipsback to reality, “Wait! Stop the car!” | jerk my head in her direction, “What?” She seems horrified, waving her phone at me, “We got on the wrong car! This isn’t our car! Our car is still at the airport!” What the f**k?! Suddenly a cold shiver runs down my back, as all those horrible news I've read before resurface in my mind: Serial Killer disguised as Uber driver abducts young women and brutally murders them in the wild.

“Who the hell are you!” Jenna yells at our driver and smacks the back of his seat.” Stop the car right now or I'm calling the police!” “Wait, wait, calm down for a second,” our driver takes a look at us through the rearview mirror. “We are going 80 miles an hour so | can’t really stop the car right now. And Natalia, do you really not recognize me?” I'm stunned. How did he know my name? Do | really know him? “Liam Brown. Rings any bell?” | frown and search my memories. But no, no clue at all.

“Well then | guess your dad didn’t tell you about me,” he shrugs.

“My dad? Are you a friend of his?”.

“Mr. Moore showeda picture of you, Natalia. So that’s how I recognized you at the airport,” there is a hint of smile in his voice. “We haven't officially met yet, but my mom is dating your father.” and Jenna exchange a look of shock.

Wait, if his mom is dating my dad, then that makes him my “Sorry to frighten you earlier,” he slightly turns his head back and givesa charming smile. “But | guess that makesyour stepbrother in a way.”