The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother

Letty’s povNight fell quietly and at 2 a.m., hunger pulled me from bed. I padded into the kitchen, reaching for the chocolate on the top shelf.After all my efforts, I couldn’t reach it.“Here.” His voice came from behind me. I froze as Mason reached past me, so close that now I could feel the warmth of his body pressed gently at my back side.He didn’t move away even after he got the chocolate as his hand rested at my waist, steady, warm.“You’re shaking again,” he said.I turned slowly. His eyes were dark and focused.“I couldn’t sleep and I was hungry,” I whispered.“Or was it because of what you saw?” he asked.“Yes.” I shyly replied Mason exhaled. “That shouldn’t have happened.”“Then why does it feel like it was going to anyway?” I asked softly.His jaw tightened. “You don’t understand what you’re standing in front of.”“Then explain it to me.” I quickly replied, curious to hear what he had to say.He stepped closer. “I’ve been trying not to look at you.”“Why?” I asked“Beca

Letty’s povThere was silence. Then.“Come in.” His voice was calm. Too calm.I opened the door.Mason stood behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight and his eyes colder than I had ever seen them. Not distant, not conflicted. The door shut softly behind me, the sound echoing louder than it should have.“You’ve been avoiding me,” I said before I could stop myself.His gaze flicked to me briefly, then away. “You shouldn’t be here.”The words landed like a slap.“I heard them talking,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to steady it. “The house help, they said you’re already mated.”That got his attention.His eyes snapped back to mine, sharp and warning. “You shouldn’t listen to gossip.”“So it’s not true?” I asked, hope surging painfully in my chest. “Tell me it’s not true, Mason. Look at me and say it.”He stared at me for a long moment. Too long.Then he said quietly, “You need to leave.”I laughed once, broken and disbelieving. “That’s your answer?”“This conversation

Letty’s POVSeven years is a long time to run from a place and still feel its pull.I learned that the hard way.For seven years, I convinced myself I was healed. I told myself the pain no longer mattered. I told myself I had moved on from the girl who walked out of the Wells Mansion with a broken heart and a secret growing quietly inside her. I said I was stronger now. Wiser and free.And in many ways, I truly was.Life had not been kind, but it had been fair. I studied culinary arts abroad, surviving on little sleep and strong coffee. I worked long hours in hot kitchens, my hands burned, my feet aching, my back stiff with exhaustion. There were nights I cried alone, leaning against stainless steel counters when no one was watching.I learned how to speak up, how to fight for my place, how to command respect in rooms where people doubted me because of my age and gender. I learned how to fail without breaking and how to rise without looking back.Two years ago, I became the CEO of a f

Mason’s povJust then, a voice echoed from the far end of the hallway, cutting through the tension before it could snap.“Sir, you’re getting very late for your meeting.”I didn’t turn right away.The voice belonged to Edward, my butler. He had served the Wells family longer than I had been alive. His hair was silver now, his back stiff with discipline and habit. Even after all these years, I could hear the nervousness in his tone. Interrupting me was not something anyone did easily.But my eyes stayed on Letty, on her face.The hallway felt smaller all of a sudden, like the walls were closing in. The noise from earlier was gone and there were no footsteps and voices. Just the truth standing in front of me.I finally turned my head slightly toward Edward, enough to acknowledge him. I gave a small nod and nothing more.Then I looked back at Letty one last time, she didn’t look away and that made it harder.I turned and walked away without saying a word.My steps were steady, calm and c

Mason’s PovThe house did not empty after the funeral, It only shifted.The main ceremony ended with prayers, flowers, and careful tears, but the Wells mansion stayed alive. Important guests remained. Power never left early, It only moved rooms.Soft music filled the west hall as glasses clinked, low voices mixed with polite laughter that came too soon for a day like this. The walls held generations of secrets, and tonight they listened again.I stood near one of the tall windows, my jacket unbuttoned, my tie loosened just enough to breathe. Outside, the sky had turned dark blue, the kind that felt heavy instead of peaceful. Inside, lights reflected off marble floors and expensive suits.I scanned the room out of habit, Rosa was not in sight.That alone felt like a small mercy.She had stayed close to me all day. Every touch was a message and every smile was a claim. I knew the cameras loved it. I knew the guests whispered. I also knew how little any of it meant.I stepped away from t