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Chapter 68

مؤلف: Esther pen
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MAYA'S POV

The days following Killian's brief, painful phone call were some of the darkest and hardest days I had ever lived through.

Even though he had promised we would talk again properly, the cold, heavy silence returned almost immediately. Every text message I sent stayed unread, sitting there with a single gray checkmark.

Every time I tried to call his number, the line was cut off before it could even ring once.

I kept lying to myself every morning. I kept telling myself that he was sim
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  • Dirty Little Secret With My Stepbrother    Chapter 68

    MAYA'S POVThe days following Killian's brief, painful phone call were some of the darkest and hardest days I had ever lived through. Even though he had promised we would talk again properly, the cold, heavy silence returned almost immediately. Every text message I sent stayed unread, sitting there with a single gray checkmark. Every time I tried to call his number, the line was cut off before it could even ring once.I kept lying to myself every morning. I kept telling myself that he was simply busy adjusting to his new life across the ocean, that his training schedule was too tight, or that the team had strict rules about phone use. But as the days slowly turned into a full week, those excuses became harder and harder to believe. The painful truth was sitting right in front of me, but I was far too terrified to look at it.Carter noticed the drastic change in me long before anyone else in the house did. My mother assumed I was just feeling sad and disappointed about turning down

  • Dirty Little Secret With My Stepbrother    Chapter 67

    MAYA'S POVThree days. For seventy-two agonizing hours, time ceased to exist in any meaningful way. My world shrank down to the dark rectangle of my phone screen, the crumpled two-line note resting on my nightstand, and the ghostly memory of his hands on my skin. I spent every waking minute replaying our last night together, his low growls in the dark, the way he looked into my eyes, the absolute certainty in his voice when he promised he would always choose me.None of it made sense. How could a man love you with that kind of ferocious intensity at midnight and vanish into the air before dawn?Mom knocked on my bedroom door repeatedly throughout the weekend, her face etched with growing concern every time she stepped inside. She tried to coax me out of bed, bringing trays of food I couldn't bear to touch, worried that I was spiraling into a deep depression over turning down Milan."Maya, darling, I know you're exhausted and questioning your choices," she murmured softly on the sec

  • Dirty Little Secret With My Stepbrother    Chapter 66

    MAYA'S POVThe words barely registered before I felt the entire world tilt violently beneath my feet."The airport..." I breathed out, the phrase tasting like ash on my tongue. "No. No, that’s impossible. You're mistaken, Clara. He wouldn't... he wouldn't just leave."I stumbled backward, my heel catching on the edge of the hallway runner. My back hit the cold, paneled wall of the foyer, but I barely registered the impact. Killian couldn't have gone to the airport.Not after everything we had talked about under the moonlight. Not after the way he had held me in the dark, whispering that he’d always choose me. Not after I had given up Milan for him.Desperate to prove everyone wrong, desperate to wake up from that nightmare, I pulled out my phone with hands that were trembling so violently I could barely swipe the screen. I dialed his number again.“You’ve reached Killian. Leave a message.”I hung up and dialed instantly again. And again. And again. Every single attempt ended in the ex

  • Dirty Little Secret With My Stepbrother    Chapter 65

    MAYA'S POVI woke up slowly, stretched out under the heavy duvet as warm morning sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains. A lazy, contented smile spread across my face as the memories of the night before rushed back, the unhurried heat, the fierce promises whispered in the dark, and the absolute freedom of finally belonging to him without fear.Instinctively, I shifted on the mattress, reaching across the tangled sheets for Killian. My hand met nothing but cool, empty fabric.I blinked against the light, pushing myself up on one elbow and looking around the quiet bedroom. The bathroom door was cracked open, but there was no sound of running water, no shadow moving inside. At first, I didn't think much of it. Killian had always been an early riser, a habit born from years of dawn ice sessions and brutal morning conditioning. He often went for early runs around the perimeter of the estate whenever he needed to clear his head, so I assumed he was just out burning off energ

  • Dirty Little Secret With My Stepbrother    Chapter 64

    MAYA'S POVThe quiet that settled over the estate after William and Mom drove away was almost surreal. For months, this house had been a minefield of whispered warnings, sudden footsteps, and forced distance. Now, the silence was absolute. We didn't have to glance over our shoulders or stiffen into polite hostility the moment a door opened. We were just us.We decided to turn the evening into our own private celebration, taking over the kitchen with zero plan and even less skill. We attempted to roast a tray of vegetables to go with our leftover takeout, but ended up laughing so hard over a burnt batch of garlic croutons that the smoke alarm almost went off. I teased Killian mercilessly about his complete inability to chop an onion without crying, and he retaliated by wiping a streak of olive oil across my cheek. Eventually, we gave up on cooking entirely, turned up a slow acoustic playlist on his phone, and danced around the marble island with carefree, foolish smiles.Stealing t

  • Dirty Little Secret With My Stepbrother    Chapter 63

    KILLIAN'S POVI spent the entire day moving through the city with a sense of clarity I hadn't felt in months.From the moment I woke up, my mind was focused on one thing. Creating a night Maya would remember forever. I wanted to completely wash away the lingering shadows of the hard choices we’d made, replacing the doubt and anxiety with something warm, real, and undeniable.My first stop was her favorite Italian takeout spot downtown—the quiet little place with the incredible wood-fired arrabbiata she always craved whenever she was stressed. Next was the bakery three blocks over, where I picked up a small, elegant box containing two of those overpriced almond tarts she loved. Finally, on a sudden impulse, I pulled into a local florist stand and bought a fresh bouquet of soft cream roses and eucalyptus.As the florist wrapped them in butcher paper, a faint smile tugged at my lips. I could already hear Maya's voice teasing me, reminding me of all the times I’d scoffed that fresh flo

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