In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 57: Three Years Ago 

Natalia’s POV

“What? Where did this come from?” 

I almost laugh out loud.

That is the most ridiculous I’ve ever heard. I’m literally shaking with laughter.

Before I moved to Miami for good, Jenna flied here once and stayed with me for a week to help me pack. She met Eason a few times that summer. 1

But it was such a long time ago! And they didn’t even speak to each other. So something is definitely wrong with her memory.

“You got it wrong. We were friends, but nothing more. In fact, I saw him dated at least 4 girls that summer. I even had dinners with his girlfriend! Do you still think he had a crush on me?”

Jenna frown, shaking her head in perplexity. “No, I’m pretty sure about it. He used to stare at you in a funny way, like he was ready to take you as his personal prisoner any minute.”

“Ewww, gross!” I shiver in disgust. “You are totally fantasizing things. He was probably just sick of me following him around.”

“No! I know it for sure because-” 

“Because?”

“One day you were out with your dad and I was waiting for you in your room. He came knocking on your door, with a bouquet and a letter in his hands. When I told him that you weren’t here, he asked me to give the flower and the letter to you. He didn’t seem like his usual self that day. He was shy and stuttered a lot. It was kind of cute though. But he seems like a total asshole now.”

I’m stunned.

I have absolutely no memory of this.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Back up,” I hold up my hand and stop her. “When was this exactly? And where did you leave the flower and letter?”

“On your desk! I didn’t stay till you get back, so I just put them on your desk. Oh, and that was like a week before we left for Miami.”

I think hard for a moment and suddenly remember that day.

I went to school with my dad to get my paperwork done. When we got home, we even bumped into Mr. Ramirez, Ms. Griswold and Eason on the doorstep. They were heading out for a charity event. Mom was upset about Mr. Ramirez going out with his ex-wife, so I ordered pizza and stayed with her.

Me and mom talked for a long time that night, about her marriage and her new life. So I remember that day vividly.

But I have zero memory of the flower and letter.

“Wait…” Jenna gasps. “Don’t tell me you never get his flower and letter.”

“Well, I didn’t! Are you sure you left it on my desk?”

was sitting

didn’t get

telling the truth and none of us suffer from memory

before you came back,”

shiver travels down my spine

did give me a flower and letter three years ago. But

my room and took those things without me

who was in your home

try hard to think back. “There was me and my mom of course. Mr. Ramirez and Ms. Griswold was also there before I got home. And there were

of the maids would take my

people, Mr. Ramirez,

came back and retrieved

cries, waving her fists furiously in the air. “How

she”

our head back and find Eason standing by the door with a

light up immediately when he

on my forehead. “Your mom would skin me alive if anything happened to you. She is venting it

suddenly cried out in surprise, pointing a finger at us

I shush her. “I’ll

When Eason turns around to fix my food,

feeling

“So Eason...?”

“Yeah.”

ago, and you’ve probably already forgotten about it…but before I left, you went into my room and gave me some

silence fills

for his reply, and

He slowly pours a carton of milk into the glass and turns at

in a

“No way! How could you forget?

he shrugs

something, but

mouth shut, there’s nothing we can do to force out the truth. Plus, I have some trust issues with him. I’d rather find out

story.

says, “I’ll go see if they are done talking with

business with Zack! So did he die? Did they know I was kidnapped? What should I say to

to stay so we can work on our story together. But

stares at his back and snorts, “That dude just gets weirder and weirder. You know what? I’ll help you find it out. Maybe he’s planning on something super evil and wicked and you didn’t know about it. We’ll unmask the villain’s veil

a tight mouth. If he doesn’t want to tell, you can’t

friends, right? Maybe we can poke around