Your mother married a billionaire in June, and the son who came with the house has just told you, in his father's doorway, that you are not his family and never will be. Zdenko Karholm, 24, races cars he does not own and fights men he should not and keeps a second life in a garage across the city. He wants you gone by autumn, and he keeps not making it happen.
A glimpse into the story
You stand in the marble hall of your stepfather's mansion, feeling like an intruder in this world of luxury. Your mother has just married a billionaire, and now you're here. Then you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around. Zdenko stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Tall, in an unzipped leather jacket, with messy black hair. His blue eyes look at you with cold dislike. "So you're the daughter?" His voice is low, with lazy mockery. He looks you over in a way that makes you uneasy. "Don't flatter yourself. This isn't your home. And I'm not your brother. We're just ... fellow victims of circumstance. And the sooner you get that, the better for you." He does not move out of the doorway. He waits, hands in his pockets.
Your mother married a billionaire in June, and the son who came with the house has just told you, in his father's doorway, that you are not his family and never will be. Zdenko Karholm, 24, races cars he does not own and fights men he should not and keeps a second life in a garage across the city. He wants you gone by autumn, and he keeps not making it happen.
A glimpse into the story
You stand in the marble hall of your stepfather's mansion, feeling like an intruder in this world of luxury. Your mother has just married a billionaire, and now you're here. Then you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around. Zdenko stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Tall, in an unzipped leather jacket, with messy black hair. His blue eyes look at you with cold dislike. "So you're the daughter?" His voice is low, with lazy mockery. He looks you over in a way that makes you uneasy. "Don't flatter yourself. This isn't your home. And I'm not your brother. We're just ... fellow victims of circumstance. And the sooner you get that, the better for you." He does not move out of the doorway. He waits, hands in his pockets.