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Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother You’re going to be the entertainment tonight!
Clara’s POV The house had dimmed into a hush, an uneasy silence that wrapped around me like a shroud. The kind of quiet that made every small sound feel enormous. Lying awake, eyes wide and unblinking, I replayed the events of the day in a continuous loop, each moment blurring into the next until I could hardly keep them straight. The weight of Nolan's words pressed down on me, each syllable echoing in my mind, drawing forth a tumult of dread. When I could no longer contain the pressure inside, I slipped out of bed, my feet whispering against the cold floorboards. The chill crept into my bones, but the sketchbook tucked under my arm felt like a talisman—a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume me. As I descended the staircase, the soft creaks of the old house seemed to echo louder in the stillness of night, amplifying my racing heartbeat. The kitchen light was dim, casting shadows over the countertops. The clock on the wall blinked past one a.m. A hollow hour, a tim
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother What happened at school?
Clara's POV “Clara?” It was my mother’s voice again, pushing past the barriers I had put in place. “Can I come in?” “Yeah, just a second,” I called, scrambling to wipe my tears, hastily tossing my sketchbook under my bed to hide the evidence of my turmoil. When I opened the door, I plastered on a smile, but I knew it wasn’t convincing. Mom stepped in, her expression softening at the sight of me, though she still looked concerned. “Can we talk?” “Of course,” I said, forcing myself to breathe steadily as I closed the door behind her. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall as she studied me with that maternal concern that had been her trademark for as long as I could remember. “You really don’t look okay. What happened at campus?” I hesitated, the words clawing at my throat, but I couldn’t bring myself to reveal everything. “Nothing really,” I lied, voice barely above a whisper. “Clara,” she insisted gently. “Please. I can see it in your eyes. Something’s bothering you.
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother How was your day, sweetheart?
Clara’s POVThe moment I stepped inside, the familiar scent of home enveloped me—jasmine candles flickering softly on the counter, the faint aroma of spices wafting from dinner being prepared. For a brief second, I almost felt safe, almost comforted by the warmth of familiarity. Almost.“Clara,” my mom’s voice called from the kitchen, gentle but laced with concern. She peeked around the corner, drying her hands on a dish towel, a maternal instinct evident in her eyes. “How was your day, sweetheart?”I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace at this point, my lips trembling under the weight of my emotions. “It was fine, Mom. Just… classes. Nothing new.” The lie slipped out too smoothly, practiced from years of trying to shield her from worry, from the truth I desperately tried to bury deep down.Her eyes lingered on me, searching for cracks in my facade, the motherly instinct to protect wrestling with the urge to pry. “Are you sure? You don’t look too well. You know you can
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Sweetheart, that was just the opening act.
Clara’s POVThe art room smelled of turpentine and old wood, a blend that usually calmed me, wrapping me in a familiar embrace. But not today. Today, it only heightened the bitterness choking me, clouding the air as I fought to push my emotions onto the canvas. My brush trembled in my grip as I dragged thick black strokes across the canvas, each one heavier than the last, blurring into a chaotic mess that mirrored the storm inside me. My chest felt tight, my throat raw, as the frustration and anger threatened to overflow.The door creaked open. My stomach clenched, a prey instinct taking over. I didn’t even need to look; I knew who it was before he stepped inside. Nolan. Again, the ruthless bastard.I turned sharply, the brush still in my hand like it was a weapon, a futile shield against the force of his presence. “What do you want now?” I spat, forcing my voice steady, even as my heart raced.He closed the door behind him with deliberate slowness, eyes scanning the room like a pred
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Running already, little sister?
Clara’s POV The echo of their laughter clung to me even as I rushed through the hallway, my breath uneven, my chest tight. Each step felt heavier, like the weight of every stare followed me, pressing down like a suffocating blanket. “Clara!” Jenna’s voice called after me, but I didn’t slow down. If I did, if I let her catch me, the tears threatening at the corners of my eyes would break free, and I refused to let anyone—not Nolan, not Rebecca, not this entire goddamn university—see me shatter. I pushed through the doors, the outside air slapping me with its coldness. I leaned against the brick wall, clutching my bag so tightly my knuckles whitened. He won. Again. My heart screamed for escape—to go home, to hide, to drown in paint and sketches until the noise in my head dulled. But my gut told me Nolan wouldn’t let me go that easily. And I was right. His voice—low, smooth, dangerous—slid into my ears like poison. “Running already, little sister?” I jerked up, startled, my eyes
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Oh sweet, baby sister, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Or should I be worried?
Clara's POV “Look at her; she’s practically begging for attention,” another voice piped up. Nolan only smirked wider, clearly reveling in the chaos he had orchestrated. "It’s just good fun,” he replied, tilting his head slightly, feigning innocence that didn’t fit him at all. His gaze flicked from Jenna to me, mocking, sardonic. “Come on, it’s not like anyone’s surprised. Just ask anyone—Clara knows how to get what she wants.” With each word, I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I wanted to scream, to deny everything he said, but all I could do was sit there, frozen and humiliated. This was his game—destroying me piece by piece, and right now, he was winning. “So, Clara,” he continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm, pulling the attention of even more students. “What do you say? Want to come up and draw a picture of me? I bet you’d paint just a glowing picture of your loving stepbrother.” I wanted to crawl under my desk, retreat into the safety of my mind, anywhere b
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