Bound Mate Series 2

Samantha's POV

"Je-fuck! Where the hell is it?!"

I cringed upon hearing my brother's voice raging from inside of his room. It is a good thing that his room is on the second floor and he can't see me.

Before I came in, I made sure to sneak in from the back door just in case he's at home. This is to ensure that I won't run into him.

The music coming from his room was so loud that I can even hear "Just Another Day" of his group playing.

"Ahhh, Mom! Did you find my blue sweatshirt? I really need it!"

I carefully put the things I bought from outside the country at the top of the kitchen counter. I saw my stepmom setting up the table. I forgot that it's almost dinner.

"Samantha, why do you keep on taking your brother's clothes?" She asked when she saw me taking a huge bite on the apple that I took at the basket.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter. "What did I tell you? Wash the apples first before you eat them." My stepmom added.

I smiled at her and gave her a wink. She laughed at my action and I just took another bite before responding. "It's okay mom. I know you always wash them for me." I winked at her before taking another bite. "Is Dad home by the way?" I asked.

She carefully put in another plate on the table before answering.

I took another bite while waiting for her to say something. I'm guessing that the last plate was for me.

She still does that every time even though she's aware that I can't stay that long.

My legs swing freely as I sat above the kitchen counter. The house still looks the same. I guess my step mom really like keeping it the way it is.

I don't believe that every stepmom is like that of Cinderella's. Or of those any other fairytales where the daughter was being trampled on by the new wife once their dad remarries. Or maybe I was just one of the lucky ones to have the kindest stepmom ever.

I'm not going to tell you the whole story because I don't want to bore you. Basically, my dad and mom broke up and now, each of them have their own family.

They did not get separated when I was a kid because technically, my father did not know about me till I was ten. My mom never told about me with my dad because she thought it didn't matter during that time. Plus, she didn't know she was pregnant before they part ways.

I was ten when my father learned about my existence. That's when I found out that I have a younger brother.

I was so lucky to have the best stepmom and stepdad in the world.

After my father found out about me, my mom decided to let me stay at my father's every vacation. Luckily, my stepmom was fine with it. She even insisted that I call her Mom as well.

"He called in and said he will be late. You should have called him to say that you are dropping by. You rarely see each other."

I sighed. She's right. When was the last time that I saw my father? I can't really remember. It's been three months I guess. He's always not here every time I drop by considering that I rarely do so every month. I already have my own place but I make sure to drop by the house every single time that I can.

"Mom, when will Jake be leaving? I heard VOELEVARD will have a tour again this year? He's rarely home. Whenever he is in the country, he always stays at their dorm." I can't help but ask about my brother.

You heard right. My younger brother is a famous celebrity. He is part of the famous boyband VOELEVARD who happen to have conquered the world. They have millions of fans.

But hey, we have a not so normal relationship.