In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 84: A Patient Predator

Eason’s POV

I wake up in her bed the next morning.

The first thing I look for is her. Luckily, she is still sleeping soundly besides me, her face bathed in the golden morning sunlight.

She’s like an angel.

I let out a long sign, feeling relieved. I don’t remember how many nights that I dreamed about her sleeping in my arms and woke up to find that everything was only in my head.

It almost crushed me.

I went through the darkest period time in my life three years ago when she left me. I couldn’t cope with the fact that the love of my life was gone, and everything was my fault. So I fled back to New York from Miami and locked myself up in the apartment. I wanted to rot in that dark room, so that I didn’t need to face the reality.

I drank myself to sleep but just kept being woken up by nightmares. So I drank more, forcing myself to sleep. It’s like a vicious circle. My life had fallen into a dark, endless pit.

I remember one time I drank an entire bottle of vodka and passed out on the bathroom floor. If my bodyguard didn’t find me in time, I’d be dead already. I was taken into the emergency room because of alcohol poisoning and couldn’t get out of the hospital bed for a whole week.

My dad flew from Boston to New York to check on me. He sat beside my bed staring at me, but I didn’t want to face him. I had no interest in talking to anyone, except Natalia.

“So are you acting like this because of her?” asked him sternly. “Do you think she would be happy seeing you like this?”

I stare at the ceiling, ignoring him. Truth to be told, I blamed him too. If he had given us a little bit of support, maybe she wouldn’t have left.

are like a spoiled baby right now, which was exactly why she left! Because you couldn’t take the responsibility as a

does he know! Who does he think he is coming down here giving me a fucking lecture? He didn’t want us to

I clench my teeth and hiss. The excessive alcohol had burned my throat. So my

still in your twentieth. Lots of things can happen in the future. What if she come back one day and see you

again in the future and she finds me as this filthy and scruffy man covered in wine and vomit? She already has so many pursuers, if I keep letting alcohol destroy my body like this, I’ll be out of shape

God, do I hate him, his muscular figure, his great hair, his flashy teeth

Fuck.

a smart kid. You will figure this out,” my

A year later, I got into a good university majoring in business. My parents were thrilled. But I knew it

I sold all my fancy cars and got enough money to start my own company. I knew everyone thought of me as the Ramirez’s heir, but I had made up my mind not to take over the family business. This way, I took orders from no one.

York, which meant that she was only four hours away from me. It was killing me. All I wanted to do was to rush back to her side and drag her into my arms, forcing her not to leave again. But I told myself again and

her off if she ever finds out. Her photo was the only thing that kept me going for the past two years. I knew that each day I have

some progress. My company was on the right track, and I had gotten rid of

to meet her.

…But how?

make sure that our reunion seemed like a perfect coincidence. Luckily, the private detective told me that she was working at a restaurant,

looked wonderful, more sophisticated and mature. I had seen her face thousands of times in the photo, but nothing compared to her

But fortunately, she didn’t push me away. Apparently, she believed that we had both moved on. So I kept my patience, playing the role as her big brother and gradually eased her guard down.

when I looked at her, I could still detect the lingering affections in

loved me! But be the one taking the first step. It had to be her.

my mother called and told me that she wanted to introduce my marriage partner to me. Funny. Did she really think that I would still marry the random

nudge to Natalia. So I eagerly agreed to her proposal and brought Natalia back

knew I was being manipulative again, a trait that Natalia hated the most. But this is who I am. I planned ahead