Married to His Stepbrother

eded from her current environment. Where she was, the main character was a man who was attuned to his emotions-lov

fortable on her bed. It was as if she could feel it from those pages; every touch, every w

from the hallway, had her closing the novel

P

ocked twice a

? Did you forget aga

hen she remembered. "Oh, no. I did not forget. I

straightening the edges of her bed cover,

s?" her father's eye caugh

shi

ere others 'normal' books were. "No, it's not. I got a busines

e you out

t presented a false reality.' He was not against her reading them, but since he wanted her to take over his c

with leadership and management and being on a board talking to people whose faces looked strict and mean. But she was her

girl who wanted nothing more than the love she found in pages. Although her love for novels did not leave, she grew up instead. She bought mo

e all her spare time to her father. How did she miss it? Perhaps Jess was right-maybe her head had been burie

er father knock

t and opened it

ve been indoors for hour

s skeptical, that she wanted something more than what she was offe

ld like to speak to you in the

be down in a cou

ture wife already? The thought made her palms swea

. You have as much of a

he was the one who needed him desperately. For a brief moment, she thou

hat were his thoughts on getting married to somebody

just to come see her. She knew from rifling through magazines non-stop that he loved his alcoholic beve

ss's words, not hers. Their meeting would be more described as 'tolerate till I die'. Maybe they would become one of those couples that slept in separate bedrooms the m

be, searching for som

you do everything just to please your father, then you can accommodate anything. Should she wear something official and fo

aking an impression was tiring. She didn't even know what kind of impression she was supposed to make on