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Storm found herself rubbing her tired eyes as she headed down the staircase with her bare feet padding softly against the cool wooden floor as she made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water and possibly some scrambled eggs.

Once she entered the kitchen, Storm was startled by Philippe and the other chefs that work amongst him as they used up the entire gigantic area to make the gourmet breakfast before her which made her scoff softly and run her fingers through her curls.

"Wow..."

"Ah, Mrs. Bieber."

"I like that tone, Philippe."

Philippe laughed softly before meeting Storm at the entrance of the kitchen and placing a kiss on both of her cheeks while another chef walked up with a cup of coffee making Storm sharply inhale a breath.

"Breakfast will be served to the family soon."

"Actually...I was thinking about making breakfast."

Just for a moment, the staff paused production and looked over to Storm as if she had grown two more heads on either side of her head which made her crease her eyebrows and let out a small chuckle.

"Is that...a problem?"

"Oh no...uh, please pay the staff no attention. I'll just let you make your breakfast while I finish--"

"No, I'll make everything."

Philippe blinked a couple of times.

"A-Are you sure, Mrs. Bieber? Ms. Bieber loves her coffee and omelette made a certain way--"

Storm silenced Philippe's rambling by placing her warm and soft hands on top of his large calloused hands and gave them a squeeze as she flashed her beautiful smile his way and shook her head.

"Please, you deserve time off," Storm spoke out softly as she rubbed Philippe's hands in hers and looked over to the staff who was obviously eavesdropping in on her which made her speak louder. "You all do."

Philippe swallowed hard as he thought over Storm's decision, after a few seconds, Storm rose an eyebrow in curiosity and watched Philippe flash her a warming smile before patting the top of her hand and then turning to the staff and saying something in Italian which made everyone quickly drop what they were doing and follow Philippe out of the kitchen.

Storm sighed heavily once everyone was out of sight and she found herself laughing softly before looking at her surroundings and trying to come up with a plan for breakfast, she saw that there was freshly cut fruit set aside in three white bowls, pancake batter in a big white bowl, oranges sliced and ready to be freshly squeezed, and the silver and shiny pans ready to be used.

"Alright, Storm...you got this."

Storm hummed to herself as she walked over to the fridge and opened it to find a glass tray perfectly holding twelve brown eggs waiting to be used by Storm which made her grin and pull them out carefully and set them on top of of the kitchen counter, upon sitting it down, Storm heard the sound of footsteps followed by a yawn which made her look up and see Isabelle.

"Oh...you're not Philippe..."

"Don't you have your own house? With your own staff?"

"Storm, is that any way to start off a morning?"

Storm mentally rolled her eyes and pulled a bowl out of a cabinet she found and grabbed a whisk she found near the stove and started to crack eggs over the bowl while Isabelle headed for the fridge and opened it to find a bottle of water as they let the silence of the kitchen fill them both -- probably to stop them both from killing each other right then and there.

After a few seconds of thickening silence, another sound of footsteps was heard, and in came Willow in her pajamas with her long blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she walked into the kitchen and paused when she noticed the small crowd.

"Oh...um, good morning."

"Morning, eggs?"

"Oh, yes, I love eggs."

Isabelle scoffed to herself as she stood on her side of the kitchen while Willow walked over to Storm and joined her in whisking of the eggs while Storm side-eyed Isabelle and sharply inhaled a breath before speaking out. "Penny for your thoughts, Isabelle?"

"Just wondering what possessed you to tell the kitchen staff to leave."

"Well, considering how big dinner was last night, I figured they could use the time off. What better way to start the day than making your own breakfast, right, Willow?"

Willow snickered.

"But they're the kitchen staff. It's their job."

"Spoken from a person who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth."

Isabelle paused as a sudden silence fell over the room and Storm kept the same smug look on her face while walking over to the hot pan and pouring the stirred egg yolk into the pan and letting it fill the pan and sizzle upon contact.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying, you speak as if making your own breakfast is hard. That you need to be treated like a little kid, you're what? Twenty-five? Twenty-six? Fussing over who makes your under portioned breakfast."

"Look, I don't know where the hell Justin found you--"

"Found me?"

"Uh, yes!" Willow interjected as she stood up quickly from the kitchen island stool and cleared her throat as she stood next to Isabelle while her and Storm stared at each other with nothing but fury in their eyes. "I think we've all wanted to know about how you and Justin met."

"Yes, wouldn't it be great to know how a gold-digger met your brother, Willow?"

"I--"

"That's enough, Isabelle."

The masculine raspy voice was enough to send everyone's head in the direction of the source and see Justin stepping into the kitchen with his hands in the pocket of his black sweatpants with his jaw tight as he motioned with his head for Isabelle to leave.

"Why don't you come back when breakfast is ready?"

With a scoff, Isabelle took her bottle of water and left the kitchen while Justin smacked his lips against his teeth and walked over to Storm and wrapped her small frame up in his muscular arms and kissed her forehead tenderly as she let out a deep sigh and shook her head.

"You okay?"

"I don't need you to always fight my battles, but yes..."

"You know I love being your knight in shining armor." Justin murmured against Storm's skin which made her giggle and shake her head as she removed herself from his embrace to check on the eggs as Willow sat there and smiled wide.

"You know, I would like to know how you two met."

"Willow, come on. Don't."

"I think Willow's just curious, Jay."

"Of course, I just wanna know about how you got him to walk around looking like a lovesick puppy."

Justin rolled his eyes as he heard Willow and Storm begin to laugh while Storm walked back over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck while on her tippy toes as Willow placed her chin in the palm of her hand on top of the kitchen island.

"Well as lame as it sounds...I met Storm at a bar."

"That doesn't sound lame, so what happened?"

"Well...I had just had a long day and I decided to get a drink at the old bar I used to go to when I first moved to San Diego. Justin was there dressed like this...hotshot businessman and couldn't keep his eyes off me--"

"Whoa, that's not how I remember it--"

"--But that's how it happened, Jay."

Justin and Storm found themselves laughing about the story as they continued to fill Willow in on how they met -- even if they did interrupt each other a few times and stopped to laugh and joke with each other which made Willow happy.

"So, you offered to take her home, right?"

"Oh, of course, Storm is a lightweight."

"Justin!"

Justin snickered as Storm rolled her eyes and started to plate everyone's breakfast for them while Justin and Willow grabbed the freshly squeezed orange juice and some glasses and poured a few glasses when Willow suddenly spoke up.

"So...did anything juicy happen when you guys got back to Storm's?"

"Willow, come on."

Storm giggled.

"What? I'm old enough, I can handle the steamy details."

"Well, whatever you're thinking didn't happen. I took Storm home and..." Justin drifted off as he looked to the other side of the room and saw Storm using metal tongs to place the fruit on a plate in front of her before meeting Justin's gaze and smiling with a warm feeling inside her.

"I...kissed him."

"But...you barely knew Justin! He could've been a serial killer! Were you really up to take that risk?"

Storm laughed softly and shook her head as she walked back over to the fridge and placed the rest of the fridge inside and brushed some fallen hair out of her face and met Justin halfway to stare in his lust-filled hazel eyes and run her hand across his soft blonde locks.

"He was worth the risk."

Justin smiled down at Storm and pressed a tender kiss to her lips before rubbing her sides as Willow took a seat and watched the two share their undeniable love through their gaze -- which was suddenly interrupted by heels clicking which made them all look and see Isabelle and Marjorie coming into the kitchen fully dressed.

"Where ya headed, mom?"

"Oh, Isabelle was telling me about this restaurant on the other side of town that she was dying for me to try."

"Really? The morning that Storm just so happens to make breakfast, right?"

"Oh, Jay, stop getting so wrapped up in that head of yours with these absurd insinuations...now, after breakfast, Isabelle and I are going to look for a dress for the fundraiser."

Justin shook his head and watched Marjorie and Isabelle leave out through the kitchen with their heels clicking fiercely against the floor while Storm, Justin, and Willow stood there in silence and let everything sink in -- up until Storm finally spoke up.

"Well...I guess that's more for us?"

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The faint sound of Mixtape by Chance the Rapper played from the speakers of the smoke infused room that smelt of marijuana while Dorian found himself rolling up another blunt while the faint sound of the TV was heard making him occasionally look up and glimpse to see it was the same old news -- up until one headline caught his attention and made him twist his jaw.

FAMOUS INVESTMENT BANKER, JUSTIN BIEBER, RETURNS HOME WITH BRIDE-TO-BE

Dorian found himself chucking and shaking his head as the reported kept talking while a picture of Storm linked to Justin's body while she shaded her face with her ring hand that glistened from the flash of the camera, even though it was hard to pay attention to the ring, Dorian was more focused on who was wearing the ring.

Dorian abruptly jumped up from his spot on the white suede couch and found himself walking through the clean loft and heading for the gym on the far end of it and seeing Isaac lifting the dumbbell as a loud groan left his lips and echoed through the room as BUTTERFLY EFFECT by Travis Scott played loudly off the speakers.

Beads of sweat formed onto Isaac's forehead from the amount of weight he was lifting while he effortlessly lifted it up and down, letting huffs leave his plump lips as he counted in his head how many lifts he was doing.

"Isaac."

At the sound of Dorian's voice, Isaac found himself setting the dumbbell back to the matted ground nad let out heavy breaths through his nostrils as he turned himself just enough to make eye contact with Dorian who remained at the entrance of the room.

"What?"

"I think I found, Storm."

Isaac froze in his spot. It had been so long since he heard that name, but it still had the same effect to his heart as it did when her warm presence was around.

Isaac found himself licking his lips before walking over to the speakers just as Tory Lanez started to play and turned the speakers off so he could hear Dorian while he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against it casually. "What do you have?"

"She's on the news with some white guy."

"Bullshit."

"Yeah, it seems like she's getting married to him."

At the sound of Dorian's words, Isaac found himself clenching his jaw before letting out a dry chuckle and shaking his head as he leaned off the speakers to walk over to the door which made Dorian get out of his way and follow him as he headed down the hallway and toward a bedroom on the other side of the loft where he found himself quickly opening the door without a warning where a light skinned tattooed woman lie across her bed in a sports grey Nike sports bra and high waisted ripped jean shorts.

"Whoa, ever heard of knocking, Isaac?!"

"My loft, my rules."

The woman rolled her eyes and found herself readjusting herself on her bed as she made brief eye contact with Broderick as he stood behind Isaac -- only to see him quickly break their eye contact the moment they made it and let his eyes meet the ground which she immediately brushed off and looked over to Isaac.

"What do you want?"

"You need to get ready, we're taking a little trip down memory lane."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Storm."

The woman found herself letting a pang come to her chest at the sound of her name which made Isaac chuckle and walk to the opposite side of her room and sit on the small golden chair and cross his arms over her chest as he let everything sink in for her mentally while he watched in amusement.

"How do you know?"

"Dorian says she was on the news like some fucking princess."

"What?"

"She's engaged, Zoë," Dorian finally speaks up as Zoë finds herself raising an eyebrow in his direction and saw that he was leaning against her doorframe with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. "She's living the dream."

Zoë looked over to Isaac.

"You're lying."

"Come on, Zo...why would we lie? You're like a sister to us."

Zoë found herself getting another pang inside her chest as she looked down at her wooden floor and suddenly exhaled a deep breath and slouched her shoulders which made Isaac raise on his thick eyebrows while getting out of the chair and slowly walking over to Zoë's bed to sit next to her.

"Now's your chance."

"What?"

"To do what you've been waiting to do since she left...why don't we go even the score, hm?"

Zoë remained silent which made Isaac simply laugh to himself before patting Zoë on her exposed thigh before leaving out of her room and letting Dorian stay there for just a little bit longer with his hands still in his pockets which made Zoë look up and see him staring at her with a foreign look in his eyes.

Before Zoë could speak to Dorian, he found himself leaning off the doorframe and walking out of her room, shutting the door behind him, and following Isaac down the hallway until they were in the kitchen and Isaac was grabbing items from the fridge to make himself a smoothie.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Get ourselves ready for a trip to Canada."

Dorian remained silent as Isaac started to open up a container of blueberries and sighing to himself as he took one out and popped it into his mouth and looking at the beautiful skyscraper view from the long window before speaking up softly so only Dorian could hear.

"Ten years...ten years since I last saw her."

Dorian remained silent while he watched Isaac walk over to the drawer and take out a knife and a wooden cutting board and walk back over to where he initially was and hold a cold gaze with Dorian -- almost deadly.

"And I'm not letting her get away that easy this time."

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heyoo! i know this chapter was pretty long and not much happened, but next chapter is probably going to be just as long and i'm very hype for it!

so storm's starting to leave a mark in the bieber's household, how do you guys feel about it? do you guys think isabelle is intimidated by storm or vice versa? what do you guys think will happen at the fundraiser?

more importantly...

who do you guys think isaac is? 👀 what does he have to do with storm?

don't be silent! don't forget to vote and comment! and thank you for reading! see ya in the next chapter! 🦋✨