Seven Sons of Chaos

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At eighteen, Mila thought moving in with her mother would be a fresh start. She’d spent most of her life living with her grandparents while her mother worked overseas. Now, with college starting in a few months, her mother wanted them to finally be a family. What Mila wasn’t told until the moving truck was already halfway down the driveway was that her mother had remarried. And her new husband had seven sons. Seven. Not little kids. Not even normal college-age guys. Seven chaebol heirs who lived in a mansion that looked more like a luxury resort than a house. The eldest, Kim Seok-jin, acted like the house belonged to him and complained whenever she touched anything in the kitchen. Min Yoon-gi barely acknowledged her existence except to mutter sarcastic comments whenever she walked by. Jung Ho-seok was loud at six in the morning and somehow had enough energy to be annoying before breakfast. Kim Nam-joon was constantly breaking expensive things and then trying to explain the physics behind it. Park Ji-min looked innocent but was responsible for at least half the pranks in the house. Kim Tae-hyung seemed to operate on an entirely different wavelength than everyone else. And the youngest, Jeon Jung-kook, was the worst of them all. The brothers treated the mansion like their personal playground. She couldn’t open a door without finding someone in the room she needed. Couldn’t make coffee without one of them stealing it. Couldn’t study without music blasting somewhere in the house. Couldn’t even find her own snacks after buying them. Within a week she was ready to move into the college dorms. Unfortunately, the seven brothers seemed to find her frustration hilarious. “What are you glaring at?” Jungkook asked one afternoon. “My future therapy bills.”