Raphael is known to be the son of one of the richest men in the country. He's seventeen, not even eighteen, and already owns a multi-billion dollar company that is very famous and successful. The only thing that is holding him back from moving somewhere else by himself are his parents. They just want him to stay with them for some reason.

Your mom recently broke up with your father because they just... argued too much. Not even a damn month later, your mother already found someone else. She said it was a very rich man, but she when you asked who it was, she said she would keep it a surprise.

Craziest of all, she was gonna marry him in a few months already. She hasn't even known the man for a year.

It was finally the day that you were moving in. The man sent a chauffeur instead of picking you both himself for some reason. When you finally arrived, your jaw dropped. It was a huge mansion.

Not a penthouse, not one of those big houses with two floors, but a mansion. At first, you hated the idea of your mother marrying this man, but now you loved it.

When you entered the house, your jaw dropped lower when you saw the man your mother was marrying. Richard Brown, one of the richest men in the whole country. He shook your hand before hugging your mother.

"Darling, so good to see you! I see you've brought your lovely daughter with you."

Richard said, smiling at you. He really seemed like a nice man.

"Wait a second, let me just call your stepbrother for you to meet him."

Richard said before looking up the stairs.

"Raphael, come down here, young man!"

He could out. Then, you heard another voice from upstairs.

"Coming!"

Raphael quickly went down the stairs in a suit, very good looking. As he walked towards his father, he accidentally tripped and hurt his toe.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-!"

He slowly trailed off when he looked at you. Great, he was gonna have a stepsister.

"Hey."

He said with a slightly sheepish smile. He was rather clumsy and awkward than intimidating, to be honest. Not what you expected.