Chapter 1

Camilla's pov

"Mom, where is my room?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen of our new home. 

Mom told me it was a Mansion and I couldn't agree less, every room I walked into was two times larger than our rooms back in New York. I couldn't wait to see my room.

"I'll show you later but first we need to unpack today and use tomorrow to rest." Mom said and I rolled my eyes.

"Help me drag the yellow boxes upstairs, Camilla," Mom instructed with a stern look. Mom had a lot of boxes and I couldn't imagine how she always knew which box contained what.

I lifted one box dragging it along with me as I followed her to her room.

"Wow!" 

"You like it right?" Mom asked and I nodded in approval. Her bedroom wasn't just spacious but exquisite, everything looked expensive, especially the opulent furniture.

"And who's gushing over me and my wife's bedroom?" I turn to the sound of my stepfather's voice. A male voice inside a house sounded strange as I had lived for fourteen years without a father figure in my life. Dad died after a tragic accident after he left for work when I was just seven years old, the thought still stayed fresh in my memory. 

"Sorry, I couldn't come pick you up from the airport." Nicholas walked to Mom and pulled her in a tight hug, their love story was an epic one they met in Paris during Mom's vacation three months ago.

Mom and I didn't have issues when it came to money but Nicholas was a top-notch billionaire, his Mansion alone screamed that.

"It's not an issue honey, you already explained that to me earlier. Besides, you sent your driver. That was kind enough," Mom said, staring into his eyes like she was still in high school and he was her teenage boyfriend. I rolled my eyes at both of them and even though I felt happy for them, love wasn't my thing. My dildo was enough to keep me in check.

"Get a room!" I screamed and they laughed in unison.

"Don't tell me you don't have a boyfriend," my stepfather said with his left hand on my mother's waist. 

"No, I don't and I don't plan to."

"Is that true?" My stepfather turned to my mom who couldn't contain her laughter. He was charming and I could see why my mother fell hard for him, his cheerful spirit could lighten a room.

"Hope you are not mad at me for stealing your perfect life from you. I've not been able to properly apologize to you," he asked with a concerned look.

I smiled at him and shook my head in disapproval, this was what made me like him when I first spoke to him on the phone. He didn't force the stepfather-stepdaughter thing and I was happy he let things flow naturally. I was assured he was going to be a perfect man for my mom.

"I didn't have many friends back in New York so you have nothing to worry about," I assured him. 

Mom and I moved from one place to another a lot so I rarely bothered about making friends plus I was an introvert to the core so it was harder for me.

"I told you already, Camilla is fine. Besides, she is an adult and can handle her emotions perfectly. She's a very smart and responsible lady and that's what I love the most about her." Mom said and left me smiling.

"Bragging rights, your mom always talks highly about you and I get wowed each time."

"It takes an emotionally strong lady not to have a boyfriend at this age," he added and I almost let out a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at his words and Mom caught me, I wondered why people made a big deal about relationships and love. 

 If he was talking about sex then I wasn't emotionally strong, my sweet Max (what I call my dildo) does the job for me every night.

"I am sure you'll be a great influence on my son because I can't say the same about him as regards this topic," Nicholas said with a smile on his face.

I smile and nod. "Hopefully," I just hope he's not a bully. 

"She will honey, they are now brother and sister." Mom said and squeezed his hands.

"I'll just go down and continue packing, Camilla, we have a lot to do." I hear Mom say as she walks out of the bedroom.

"Mom!" I shrugged and complained but I changed my mind. 

"Your mother is sweet and amazing, she wants to finish packing and forget about all these today." He said and I'm taken aback.

"How did you know her well within three months?" I asked. Mom was a go-getter who always worked with time.

"Well, my father would say that you don't need too long to know someone's true character. I guess he was right after all," he smiled.

"Is he alive?" 

"No, he isn't." His attention shifted as he looked outside through the window, a black Rolls Royce drove into the compound.

"Andrew just arrived," my stepfather said.

"What if he doesn't like me?" I blurted out not knowing when my thoughts slipped out of my mouth.

"Why do you say that?" He asked with a concerned look.

"He might feel my mother came to steal his mother's position."

"Andrew's mother dumped him when he was a baby, I'm sure he won't feel that way. The one thing I'm sure of is that Andrew generally hates mothers but I'm sure you and Emily would teach him how to trust and love again."

"Okay, if you say so."

With a hand on my shoulder, he gave me a reassuring look, "I hope I'm able to make your stay here as comfortable as possible and if you ever need my help for anything, never hesitate to let me know."

"I won't hesitate, thank you, Nicholas." I hugged him.

"Get him to help you pack the remaining boxes," he shouts after me.

"Okay," I mumbled, lost in thought.

Andrew is my new stepbrother and even though the pictures I saw of him kept me drooling, I couldn't come to terms with someone being as handsome as he was- except celebrities.

Mom said he just finished college and was coming home today, he had to be older than me though.

The car that he drove in showed how flashy he lived, mom and I spent a significant part of our life wallowing in poverty so we knew what life on the other side felt like. She learned fashion designing and after Dad passed, she took her career to another level and like they say the rest is history. She's now the most sought-after fashion designer in the USA.

I wasn't looking when someone smashed me with a phone in his hand. The soft yet masculine cologne of oud and aftershave fills my nostrils. My face meets a familiar face with blue-gold eyes.

I wasn't dreaming, his looks were real. My stepbrother is hot, I'm in deep trouble.