My Ex BF Became an Obsessive Stepbrother

"Victor, I want to break up." Vella's statement was like a bomb, shattering the man's heart into broken pieces.

"What?" Shock washed over Victor, his expression stunned. His face instantly turned pale.

"We've been together for three years, and you want to break up? Don't joke around! It's not April Fools!"

Victor couldn't accept it calmly. Anger took over his face, which hardened as he held back his emotions.

"I'm sorry, Victor. I don't think I can be with you anymore." Vella's firm tone proved her words were serious.

"But, why?" His eyes showed profound disappointment. Victor asked, his voice almost choked.

"I'm tired of you. I hope you'll be okay. Goodbye, Victor." Vella turned and walked away. Her retreating steps seemed to take Victor's life force with them.

Victor collapsed weakly onto the ground.

Ironically, today was the day Victor had prepared to kneel before Vella with love and offer her a ring.

But now, the velvet box remained in his pocket, never shown to the girl.

Anger, disappointment—these two emotions merging in his heart had now created hatred in Victor's mind. His trembling hands clenched tightly.

"I won't let you go so easily, Vella," he muttered with a determined glint in his eyes.

Then he called someone and gave an order. "Make them get married immediately!"

He hung up the phone directly. "Vella, just wait, I won't let you leave me forever."

***

One year later.

Vella stood in a corner of the magnificent ballroom, her fingers clutching a glass of champagne she hadn't even sipped. The light from the crystal chandelier overhead reflected opulence throughout the room, gleaming off expensive gowns and tailored suits worn by the guests. The scent of red wine and expensive perfume mingled in the air, creating an exclusive atmosphere that should have impressed her—but instead felt suffocating.

Her mother's wedding was not an event she had looked forward to. This wasn't a warm family celebration, but a showcase for socialites and entertainment industry elites. The guests weren't just relatives, but investors, executives from major corporations, and faces frequently seen in fashion magazines and on screen.

At a nearby table, a famous actress laughed gracefully, swirling her wine glass while conversing with a producer. Elsewhere, an international model was posing for photographers from prominent media outlets. Every corner of the room was filled with business conversations veiled in small talk, overly perfect smiles, and assessing glances that made Vella feel like an outsider.

She glanced towards the newlyweds—her mother, in an elegant wedding dress, and the man who was now her stepfather. Her new stepfather was a successful businessman, a figure she had only heard about in the news. Vella didn't really know him, just as she felt increasingly distant from her mother.

As a waiter passed by offering a tray of drinks, Vella snapped out of her reverie. She sighed and took a slow sip of champagne, trying to ignore the strange feeling weighing on her chest. But before she could truly feel comfortable, she caught the sound of faint whispers among the guests.

"He's here…."

"The CEO of Alves Entertainment is here?"

Vella didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just another important guest. But then, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Conversations died down, people turned towards the entrance, as if witnessing the arrival of someone who couldn't be ignored.

And that's when Vella saw him.

A tall man in a flawless black suit stepped in with confidence. His gaze was sharp, his aura dominating the room. Some greeted him with respect, some women flashed inviting smiles, but the man seemed indifferent.

Then his eyes met Vella's.

A faint smile appeared on his lips—a smile so familiar, so dangerous.

Vella's blood ran cold. It was Victor.

The world seemed to stop spinning as Vella stared at the man. Time felt slow, the noise of the party faded away, and there was only that gaze—Victor's cold, sharp stare, like a predator who had just found his prey again.

Victor Alexander.

CEO of Alexander Entertainment.

A major name in the entertainment industry, someone she had only heard about in the news or gossip among models and actors. But it couldn't be—it couldn't be the same Victor. It couldn't be her ex-boyfriend who had once claimed to be just an ordinary manager at a small company, now standing here as the most powerful man in the room.

But reality was cruel.

Victor stepped forward calmly, his posture still upright and graceful. People made way for him, as if his presence alone commanded deference. Vella's heart pounded loudly in her chest, her breath caught.

She wanted to look away. She wanted to leave. But her body froze on the spot.

Then, Victor stopped right in front of her.

The smile was still on his face—just like before. But there was something different. Something that made her hair stand on end.

"Long time no see, Vella," he said softly, his voice deep and smooth, yet carrying a tension that was piercing.

The voice she had once known so well. The voice that had once whispered sweet promises in her ear, before eventually turning into something binding and suffocating.

Vella swallowed. "Victor…?"

The man raised an eyebrow, as if enjoying her shock. "I'm curious," he continued, "why do you look so surprised? As if you've just seen a ghost."

Vella shook her head slowly, trying to steady her breath. "I just didn't… expect this."

"Didn't expect me to be here?" Victor smirked, taking a step closer. "Or didn't expect me to be someone more than just an 'ordinary manager'?"

Vella's heart beat even faster. During their three-year relationship, Victor had never once told her about his background. Vella believed he was just a simple man working at an ordinary office, someone who was always there for her, loving her in an almost obsessive way—but still, just an ordinary man.

But it was all a lie.

Victor Alexander was no ordinary man. He was a man who could have anything. A man with the power to build… or destroy.

The smile on Victor's face didn't fade as he continued in a casual tone, as if this was just light party conversation.

"You look better than the last time we met."

That remark brought Vella back to one year ago—the day she unilaterally broke up with Victor. The day she chose to leave without looking back. The day she thought she had broken free.

Turns out, she was terribly wrong.

Vella swallowed hard, trying to strengthen herself. "I thought we would never see each other again."

Victor looked at her for a moment, then let out a small laugh. "Oh, darling…" He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering, almost to a whisper. "Did you really think I would let that happen?"

Vella froze.

Before she could say anything, Victor slipped his hand into his suit pocket and glanced at her with a meaningful expression. "Aren't you curious why your career suddenly plummeted after we broke up?"