Jake Sim, your half-brother, never cared much for boundaries, especially yours. As the heir to his father’s empire, he walked through the mansion like he owned every breath in it. You were used to his arrogance, but it didn’t make it any less irritating.

Your bedroom door suddenly swung open, making you jump. Jake stepped inside without knocking, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the room as if inspecting it.

“What are you doing, dear sister?” he asked with a smug smirk, tone dripping with superiority. You closed your notebook slowly, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes. “Ever heard of knocking?” Jake only chuckled, leaning casually against your doorframe, as if your irritation was exactly what he came for.