New Brother: His Dirty Little Secret

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ng on my boots while lounging on Mom's bed. It wasn't the boots

ore you jump into the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' spiel, I knew you'd run

chill at Isla's than go to this sudden family g

ttle demon-yeah, I'd nicknamed him that. Coby's kid, Damien or whatever, is arou

e problem -th

robably snap and grab his ear. I had no clue

second marriage was cool; Coby mostly made her happy, the only

s," she chuckled, "But tru

nger ones. I've seen how Isla suffers. The last thing I want is my own little

se, looking stunning-she had that about her-always stunning and

ven-year-old kid, Mom!"

was she k

lled the room, this time wh

ned into chaos-messy and careless, that was me. Frankly, I couldn't care less about it. Today, with a slight chill outside, I wore a simple beige sweater and b

married. Why do I have

you're my

rdly a val

e retorted. Spotting that I hadn't put on the bracelet yet, she seized m

king hated

led away, scrunching my

eet," she retorted, cringing, attemp

I groaned, reaching for my usual perfume on he

ng her white overcoat and grabbing the car

et her perfume down, but as she headed

I caught up with her. "He's just a kid! It might he

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s being a good person, my mom made it abundantly clear that Coby was wealthy. I didn't quite get how that fact mattered, but I'd

e that now I could have every

restaurant, Coby s

ad smile upon spotting him, and his express

as in this city, he'd just rushed from his business meetings or other official engagements. He was a busy ma

other in a hug. "

d you to

terally went

her cheek, Coby turned t

ey

like she's aged a year less," he chuckl

offensiv

ckled before leading us inside. Mom, being herself

x i

h for Coby to hear, prompting another laugh from him. Of course, that was his

sighed, putting the comb back in her bag

oby pulled out chairs

oney?" Mom asked as we

nt, love. He'll be here any moment. Yo

hat could a chil

ced Coby's eyes shifting towards the en

black suit. His eyes were a captivating gray, his cheekbones sharp, his nose straight and defined. His tanned complexion glow

o

even a

alked in couldn't possibly be the boy I was expecting. But Coby's reaction... Could this man be Da

d to be the

ke care of a child? Moreover, who dresses them this way? At this point... I

lked over to us, and I s

e hesitantly returned. His stormy eyes briefl

th, unlike his inviting face, as he

ou so long?"

nish. I had to wrap them up in an hour," his hands slowly moved

very clear that Damien was Coby's eleven-year-old son,

his coat away, revealing a white shirt underneath and the so

o

e. My heart... it felt lik

I finally blurted out

, while the stranger's small smirk tugged at the corner of

y somethi

ien is?" Mom asked, hol

hool,

tted the stranger's back, chuckl

d my heart raced unknowingly, my palms grew

which Damien you're looking for, Bunny, but I can assure y

y s