To Hate My Stepbrother

Aisha’s POV

Khalid refused to talk to me and he’d even gotten himself ready for school before I could get the chance to do that like I usually do.

“Look, I’m really sorry and I didn’t mean any of what I said yesterday.” I started but he only ignored me as he picked up his backpack.

The school bus honked and Khalid made his way to the bus, totally ignoring me and getting into the bus without saying his usual goodbyes to me.

It’s that bitch’s fault that my own son wouldn’t talk to me, the thought of Ava being the reason my own son was ignoring me made my blood boil.

Picking up my phone, I’d thought that calling Mason and probably asking him to come pick his son up sometime and also spend time with him would help.

His phone rang multiple times but he ignored all of my calls. Frustrated, I groaned and I’d wanted to slam the phone on the wall when it buzzed.

I unlocked it to see that Mason had sent money for Khalid’s upkeep and it also came with a message that asked me to stop calling me or he’d report me to the authorities.

Does he really think I was calling him for money or that I needed his money?

Angrily, I called him again and again but he kept ignoring until he couldn’t anymore and switched his phone off.

“Who does he even think he is?” I asked myself as I sat on the couch and thought of all the possible things I could do.

He was getting on my nerves and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to tolerate him before I finally lost it.

If it weren’t for the fact that I wanted to get married to him and all that I’ve had planned I really would’ve gotten rid of him too.

Standing up, I prepared to go back to see Ava and also remind her that she’d better start praying that Mason does as I say or not only will she die, I’ll make sure I kill him too.

AVA’S POV

My body burned and I was unable to lay down properly but it was unfortunate for me because I was tied up in a position that I had to lie down with the part that hurt.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Staring at the burn on my leg too, I couldn’t help but think about what I’ve done to Aisha for her to treat me this bad.

The door opened and the lights turned on all of a sudden. It affected my eyes that I let out a wince as I tried to sit up since I already knew who my visitor was.

Unable to move, the men helped me up before excusing us and I was staring into a pair of the most angry eyes I’d ever seen.

She looked mad, furious and not just at me. Probably at the world and universe for not giving her what she wants.

“You, what do you have him on?!” She yelled and I knew she was talking about Mason. It made me happy to know that he didn’t just run to her and he’d instead resisted all of her seduction.

I watched as Aisha ranted angrily and paced around the small room, I got to know that Khalid hadn’t been talking to her and Mason had gone to her apartment with the cops.

“He got drunk so what if I added a little bit of sleeping pill in his drink? He was already drunk before I did that!” She yelled and my eyes widened in shock.

It was no wonder that Mason had no memory of what had happened between the two of them. If he was just drunk he probably would’ve remembered but he was also drugged.

She continued ranting and told me about how he’d had sex with her that night because she looked like me at that moment and getting to know all about this only made me feel stupid for not hearing him out the first time.

“You raped him? You’re a fucking rapist!” I yelled and that was when Aisha realized everything she’d just said to me.

The shock and realization was evident in her face but she did a good job trying to hide it and acting like it didn’t bother her.

“That’s not rape, if anything I’m the victim. He’s the man and I’m a woman.” She shot back at me and I scoffed.

“You’re the fucking culprit because you drugged him and took advantage of his vulnerability.” I retorted and she laughed at me.

“He was going through a heartbreak and the sex made him feel better than you would ever make him feel. That’s a win-win situation isn’t it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and I was disgusted.

I felt sick to my stomach as I stared at the psycho in front of me. Day by Day I keep finding out things about Aisha and they were so horrible that there’ll be no way in hell that I’ll pity her when judgement comes.

She doesn’t even deserve to be called a woman because she took advantage of a broken man’s vulnerability and neither does she deserve to be called a mother because she conceived her child by sleeping with and drugging a man that already wasn’t in the right state of mind.

The fact that I’d left Mason in the first place because I thought he was lying when in reality he was the victim.

She’d taken advantage of him, I couldn’t help the rush of guilt that filled me. I owe Mason a lot of apology and I hoped he’ll forgive me for thinking he was unfaithful to me.

Taking a disgusting look at Aisha who obviously enjoyed seeing me in pain, my stomach churned in disgust. She doesn’t deserve to be walking the surface of earth freely.

If I make it out of here alive I’m going to make sure that she pays dearly.