"The characters are really amazing. I mean, they portray real emotions and at the same time don't." - Wattpad Reviewer.
Her primary goal is to protect her family and her secrets. But what happens when the guy she is forbidden to kill uncovers the tr...
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Fed up and enervated of waiting for Phoebe to answer my multiple phone calls, much less answer my questions like a decent human being, I drove to my parents' house. As much as I hated bringing bad news to my mom, the truth needed to be out and my confusion needed to be cleared. I had no choice but to confront my dad, no matter how much I knew it would hurt my mom and me. This whole Phoebe, her kids and my dad thing was eating me alive and so wrong on so many levels.
I, however, wasn't given much time to ponder on how to break the news to my mom or how to interrogate my father without throwing a punch at his face. I was way too busy being flabbergasted by the infamous Phoebe Smith being in my household with her kids and having them call my parents 'grandparents'.
Regardless of feeling a sense of happiness run through my veins at the reality of Phoebe not being involved in a romantic relationship with my father, my whole concentration was on trying not to lose my mind and finding out the truth about Phoebe's relationship with my family.
Sharply staring at Phoebe, the only logical explanation after examining how unattracted she is to me was that she was either my step-sister or a long distance relative. Either way, it complicates the matter as I can't deny my attraction towards Phoebe nor deny the question of who cheated on whom to conceive her.
Voicing out my questions, I was baffled to find out Phoebe was secretly my sister-in-law, the wife or ex-wife of my 'Greek God' dead brother as she so delicately described. An awesome dashing magnificent brother I had no knowledge of until today. To top it off, the two teenagers calling my parents 'grandparents' were the product of Phoebe's and my supposed brother token of love. As much as it saddened me to find out Phoebe was someone else, be it to my dead stepbrother, I knew I wouldn't be able to top it. This 'Greek God' brother of mine was able to do something I would never ever dare to do. Not only did he date Phoebe for over a month but also fucking MARRIED her and created a damn family with her.
Shuddering from Phoebe's sudden close proximity, from her breath touching my earlobe causing her body heat to collide with mine, I was utterly astounded. Forgetting about my surrounding for a long beat, our gaze held each other captive while I searched for the truth in its depth. Noticing Phoebe was trying hard to maintain her laughter, I quickly glanced around the room to only detect they were all attempting to hold their laughter. It was clear she was taunting me, lying to me and this whole situation was a joke to them.
Aware I might regret it later; I grabbed hold of her departing hand and yanked her into me, preventing her from going any further. Knowing she couldn't inflict me with any bodily pain due to our curious audience, especially my mom, I took full advantage of the situation and dragged her into my father's office.
Leaving no space for even air to pass, I pinned Phoebe against the wall the instant we stepped foot inside. For some weird reasons, our close proximity felt extremely essential to me. Locking the door behind her, I rested my other arm on the wall beside her head, caging her in. With our faces so close together, our gentle breaths touching each other, all I wanted was to pounce on her and give in the desire of my animalistic hunger for her. Reminding myself of the real reason I brought her here, I took a deep internal breath to regain control and investigate the matter at hand. I needed to find the right answers to my questions, not the ones which would give me a heart attack or a near one as she previously did.
