Love Hate Relationship With My Stepbrother

Alice’s pov

I was dumbfounded when I saw the shining diamond ring on mum’s finger. I was expecting this from her at some point, but it still feel sudden.

 I guess she read my expression as panic.

 “I know this might feel strange dear, I just want you to know, if you aren’t ready for Elliott to be a part of our live he can wait.” seeing as her excitement turned into worry, I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

I know mum would do anything to make me happy. That, I’m extremely grateful for. The fact that she is still willing to put me first over her happiness again, gave me the assurance I need. No one out there can take my place from my mum’s heart

“ No mum, I’m so happy for you. This…” I pointed at the rock on her finger “is every girl dream.”

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The flight to New York was short. As I kept reciting what I would say to my soon to be brother on getting to their place. Mum said she would like for us to bond before we become a real family, I want nothing less that that.

Ever since I was little I always wanted a sibling. It’s finally happening, and I’m thrilled.

On getting to their home it’s nothing like I expected. Mom said it was a litt house on the streets but the compound is as big as the whole street back in London. Let’s not just diverge to how the garden looks like. I would say it’s heaven. The beautiful array of well trimmed flowers, the way the sun cast a glow on them is so beautiful.

“Wow” I whispered to myself as I gawked.

“ I know right, Elliott always says his garden would give me more artistic inspiration, I guess he was right.”

I was still ogling when I saw the mansion.

The place screamed old money, no doubt my mum has nice taste.

Her first husband, my dad was a  wealthy entrepreneur, while her soon to be husband is from old money. Me on the other hand, haven’t had a relationship that lasted up to two month. I need to start taking lessons from her.

A woman in her mid forties, who  introduced herself as Hilda, and escorted us in. Their house could pass as a museum. The wooden furnitures matches, the antiques, and frames on the wall.

Unlike normal families that have their pictures on the wall these people keep expensive artistic works on the wall.

Eliott walked up to my mum, and gave her a chaste peck on the lips before announcing “ it’s nice to have you both here.” he took my mum’s hand in his as he kept asking about our flight.

I was still surveying the area when my eyes stumbled on him. His black wavy hair wasn’t tamed, his sharp jaw could slice an ice, his grey eyes is dark.

He looks at me like he could see through my skin.

 His black top fit perfectly on his body I could see his muscle bulging. He’s so handsome and he would pass for something that could be presented at this museum too.

 I was staring, I don’t know how not to. He’s a work of art.

All the girls must have the hots for him.