Sweetest Obsession

My father has made mistakes. A lot of them. Marrying my mother was the biggest one—or so I thought. After their divorce is finished, and I’ve finally gotten her out of both of our lives, I get a call from him telling me he’s married yet again.

My father’s latest mistake has given me a stepmother and a stepsister. I have zero doubt that both of them are after my family fortune. So, I have to fly home to fix the mess.

But when I get there, I meet her.

Molly Reynolds. My stepsister. A girl who somehow manages to capture my soul in the space of a few moments. I know I can’t let her go, not even if her mother is up to no good, which I still suspect.

Keeping Molly by my side will require some scheming on my part, but that’s what I’m good at. I am Asher Score after all. I’m cold and calculated and always get my way in the end.

I make a deal with her of sorts, one that will keep her close. So close, in fact, that I get to know my stepsister in every way.

Dedication

“There are certain people who make the world a better place just by being in it. You are one of those people. I love you my friend.” — Healing Hugs

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Molly

The buttery croissant melts in my mouth. It's no wonder I’ve put on some weight since we moved into the Score home. I’ve gone from grabbing a banana or having a bowl of cereal in the morning before school to having a full breakfast laid out for me each day. Well, it’s not only for me. It’s for my new stepfather and stepsister, along with my mom.

In the past six months, my whole world has changed. It’s still a bit jarring, to say the least. My bedroom is bigger than the apartment Mom and I called home before she went and fell in love with Tomas Score.

One of the richest men in the world. I learned that when I googled him. When Mom came home one day after her twelve-hour shift at the hospital gushing over some man she’d met at work, I’d wanted to dig into said man to make sure he wasn’t some loser who was trying to take advantage of her.

I thought it would be hard to track someone down online. I’d never done it before but with only entering his name into my Google search, article after article came up about the Score name. They are pretty much American royalty, which I didn’t know was a thing. Until now.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Mom enters the kitchen where breakfast is laid out on the giant island.

“Morning.” I flip the page on my statistics textbook.