All Chapters of The Love of a Stepbrother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Conquering one’s fear could be sweetly gratifying… Sadly, Simone wasn’t quite there yet. Indeed, the moment cameras flashed, she became stiff, and her smile became rigid. She didn’t know what to do, or what to say, to avoid making trouble for her beloved… But then again, the paparazzi were not there for her. “Rumor has it that your take-over of the Patera group was nothing short of sensational,” one of them dared to chance a question, despite the subtle frown on William’s face. “Anything to say about that, Mr Stone?” William merely kept Simone to his side, and soon brought her into the safety of the car, with the help of his security detail, who shielded them away from the cameras, and also from the intrusive questions which were fired one after the other. “Are you okay, Angel?” William asked in a soft voice, as he looked down at her, his eyes as t

Simone was at a beauty salon that had quite the reputation – La Fashionista. They usually tended to the elite, and always made sure their clients left people in awe.She didn’t think she had what it took to be stunning. The salon didn’t have any mirrors hung on its walls, and it was difficult to guess what they were going for. She wasn’t one to do heavy make-up usually, but William told her to trust them.Hell, he even seemed to know the main make-up artist, who chatted him up sweetly, “This is your first time bringing someone here… Dare I hope you’re finally settling down?”“She has me wrapped around her little finger,” he admitted easily.Simone was sure that he knew what he was doing. After all, making such a confession in a beauty salon — no matter how discreet they claimed to be — was a sure way to have this spread among the elite.It seemed like he truly wanted the whole world to know he was happily taken.“And he doesn’t seem annoyed by that, people,” she let out in a tone of t

Carla Summers belonged to the elite, la crème de la crème, as some would put it. And if her mannerisms were any indication, the woman was rarely ever told no. She was an entitled trust fund baby, with more power among her circle than she should probably have — thanks to her late grandfather’s influence. “Well, if it isn’t the gold digger herself,” the woman let out, her tone biting and full of unmistakable venom. “Well, if it isn’t the haughty trust fund baby,” Simone rolled her eyes, not quite in the mood to deal with her. “Why, you little…!” The woman all but exploded, having no doubt expected Simone to be meek and all smiles, even as she took insults. “Know your place.” That one stung, if Simone was honest, but she didn’t let it show on her face, and had a ready response for that.“I do

The following weeks went by, like a blur, uneventful and yet packed. Work was busy after all. Simone and Colette had decided to get a spa treatment for their monthly get-together. They made the booking at a popular, albeit affordable, place for the whole package; meaning they were not only getting a hammam and a full-body massage, but also their hair done. Simone was pumped about it, and agreed to meet her best friend there, at 10 am sharp. And because she was as unlucky as they came, she stumbled upon the Summers sisters. They had just emerged from a nearby shop, of which the mere brand name suggested they were there to spend a fortune. How typical! She did her best to ignore them, act as if she hadn’t seen them, and was just about ready to go inside the spa, when Carla let out in a mocking tone of voice, “Well, if it isn’t the gold digger herself.” Simon

Simone hadn’t struggled nearly as much as she would have hoped earlier, but she didn’t hesitate to scream for help the moment she woke up in a desolate place. A quick look around told her she was alone, and that was both reassuring and worrisome at the same time. Even though she was bound to a chair, she could barely grasp the fact that she had been abducted. Why was she even a target? She had always been a bit of a quiet kid, never mingling with the wrong crowds, never hurting someone intentionally… And as a woman, her shyness evolved some more, and she became naturally repulsed by everything that would put her in the spotlight. Not the time to think about that, she bit on her bottom lip nervously as she heard the approaching footsteps. The figure who approached her was tall, wore casual clothes that would make blending in a crowd easy, and a mask over his fac