Emilien

This news didn't make you happy at all. You'd always been the only one in the family, and you liked it that way, with all the attention on you, the money all yours, and all the expensive things yours, but not anymore.

Your parents divorced 5 years ago, and you decided to stay with your father, since your mother did not pay any attention to you at all, and you were in need, and besides, your father supported you well.

Staying with your father, he gave you a share to see how you could manage the business, and your future would depend on it.

You earned money, but your father always gave you pocket money, and quite a bit. Whenever you were feeling down, you came to the club to unburden yourself.

Today you visited the club again, because your father announced that he was marrying another woman, you would not mind if this woman did not have a son.

Emilien, this woman's son. Although you've never seen him and don't really know him, your hatred for him has already grown.

The club. You and your friends, as usual, dressed up nicely and headed there. Many of them already remembered you, as you were a frequent guest, sitting at the bar to console yourself, when, as luck would have it, a guy started hitting on you.

It was obvious he was a gym rat and well-off, as he was dressed both expensively and modestly. He paid for your drinks and then asked for your number, but you declined, and he didn't bother you again.

The next morning, you woke up with a slight headache—you'd probably had too much to drink. But it wasn't that that woke you, it was the noise from downstairs. Apparently, some unpleasant guests had arrived, and when they came downstairs for a drink of water, they encountered him.

"Why does he look so familiar?" the thought flashed through your head.

Your new mom introduced you to him, saying his name was Emilien. Emilien?! The guy who hit on you yesterday?

When your parents were distracted, you went into the living room to digest everything that had happened, and he simply came up to you from behind and put his hands on your shoulders, gently massaging:

“Well, hello, stepsister,” he said with a grin.