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Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Did he... ask about me?
Clara’s POVI sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress sighing under my weight like it already knew my secrets—thin and slightly lumpy, with springs that creaked faintly, protesting the intrusion of a new body into its space. The sheets were crisp and starched, smelling faintly of industrial detergent that stung my nostrils, nothing like the soft, worn cotton back home that carried the mingled scents of Nolan's skin and my lavender body wash. My fingers curled into the blanket, gripping it as if it could tether me to something solid, something familiar amid the vertigo of displacement. The wool scratched against my palms, rough and grounding, but it wasn't enough to stop the room from spinning in my mind. It felt too quiet—an unfamiliar, echoing silence that pressed against my ears like cotton wool, broken only by the distant murmur of voices from the courtyard below and the occasional honk of a scooter on the narrow cobblestone street outside. Back home, silence had never lasted.
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother And yes... first time.
Clara’s POVThe flight attendant’s voice cut gently through the cabin, announcing cruising altitude in a tone that suggested comfort, routine—safety. I hated it. Nothing about this felt safe. The hum of the engines was a constant drone, vibrating through the seat and into my bones, a mechanical lullaby that did nothing to quiet the storm in my head. I kept my forehead pressed to the window until the cold numbed my skin, staring down at the endless sea of clouds below, white and fluffy like whipped cream on a dessert I no longer had an appetite for. They looked so soft, so inviting, but I knew better—up here, they were just vapor, insubstantial and fleeting. Kind of like the future I'd just thrown away.Somewhere below, buried under that fluffy deception, the life I knew kept breathing without me. Somewhere below, Nolan was waking up to a morning without my body curled against his back, without my hair tickling his chin, without the quiet ritual of coffee we never skipped—no matter how
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother sometimes love isn’t enough.
Clara’s POVGoodbye.The word didn’t sound real when it left his mouth.It didn’t land. It didn’t echo.It haunted.It followed Nolan out the door like a ghost with unfinished business, clinging to the walls, the air, the cracked floorboards of the apartment we’d called home for less than a year and somehow forever. The door closed softly behind him—no slam this time, no rage. Just finality.The lock clicked.That sound broke something in me.I stood there long after his footsteps faded down the hall, arms wrapped tightly around myself, fingers digging into my sleeves as if I could physically hold my heart in place. My chest burned, hollow and tight at the same time, like something vital had been ripped out but left bleeding.“Don’t,” I whispered to no one.Don’t leave like that.Don’t mean it.But he already had.The apartment felt wrong without him. Too quiet. Too still. The refrigerator hummed loudly, obnoxiously, like it didn’t understand what had just happened. Nolan’s jacket sti
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Goodbye, then.
Clara’s POVThe dreams twisted like vines in the dark, choking me with visions of Nolan’s face—his eyes pleading, then hardening into accusation as he walked away again and again. In one, we were back in the mansion, the night of the discovery, but this time he didn’t fight; he just turned his back, disappearing into the shadows while Mom and Dad laughed, their voices echoing like thunder. I woke gasping, tangled in the sheets, the room pitch black except for the faint glow of streetlights seeping through the blinds. My phone read 3:17 a.m., the screen a harsh reminder of the world marching on without us. No messages from him. The silence was a void, sucking me in, making the apartment feel vast and empty despite its cramped size.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, the dried tears cracking on my skin like old paint. The pillow still held his shape, a dent where his head had rested that morning, and I traced it with my fingers, a futile attempt to summon him back. How had it come to this? Two
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother I’m going to Italy.
Clara's POV “I’m leaving,” I said, the words tumbling out flat and final, devoid of the emotion churning inside me. Silence. The kind that roars, sucking the oxygen from the room. He stared at me, processing, his blue eyes widening slightly as the meaning sank in. “Leaving… like—tonight? What are you talking about? Clara, if this is about the neighbors complaining again or the shower crapping out, we can fix it. Hell, with this new job, we can start looking for a better place. Something with actual hot water and walls that don't broadcast our... activities.” He tried for a joke, a weak smile tugging at his lips, but it died when he saw my face—unyielding, tears already pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I’m going to Italy.” The words tasted foreign, rehearsed, like lines from a script I never wanted to read. “Florence. The Accademia di Belle Arti. A full scholarship. Room, board, everything covered. It's... it's the opportunity of a lifetime.” His face drained of color, the he
Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother Hey. What’s wrong?
Clara’s POVThe apartment smelled like victory when Nolan walked in—fresh coffee from the corner shop he loved, mixed with the faint tang of rain on his jacket from the drizzle outside. He'd texted me on his way back: "Nailed it! Bringing celebratory lattes. Love you." My phone had buzzed on the kitchen table while Mom and Dad hovered like vultures in the living room, their presence turning our cozy haven into a pressure cooker. I'd deleted the text without replying, my fingers trembling, as if erasing it could erase what was coming.He was standing by the kitchen counter now, jacket still zipped up halfway, keys tossed into the ceramic bowl we'd picked out at a flea market last month—the one shaped like a wonky heart, a joke about our "twisted" love. The clatter of the keys was too bright, too normal for the storm brewing in my chest. Nolan turned when he heard my footsteps, that grin already breaking across his face, open and boyish and devastating. His hair was tousled from the win
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