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The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor. sleep
Chapter Seventy— sleep★Maliya's POV★"Yeah?""Don't let me fall asleep here. I should go to the actual bed.""Okay."But neither of us moved.And five minutes later, I was asleep on his shoulder, his arm around me, his breathing steady and calm.The last thing I remember thinking was that this was a terrible idea.That I was replacing one complication with another.That I should pull away and maintain boundaries and protect myself.But I was so tired of being strong.So tired of protecting myself.Just for tonight, I could let someone else carry some of the weight.Even if that someone was exactly the wrong person.Even if I'd regret it in the morning.For now, I was warm and safe and not alone.And that was enough.✿I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and a warm body next to me.My eyes flew open.I was still on the couch. Still tucked against Daemon's side. His arm was still around me, his breathing deep and even.He'd fallen asleep too.Or maybe he'd stayed
The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor. kiss
Chapter Sixty-Nine— kiss★Maliya's POV★I couldn't sleep.The safe house was quiet. Too quiet. Every creak of the floorboards made me jump. Every shadow seemed threatening.I lay in the unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling, and tried to process everything that had happened in the past six hours.Micaiah was a criminal. Daemon was a criminal. They were enemies in some war I hadn't known existed.And I'd been caught in the middle, used by both of them.The pregnancy came back in flashes. The panic. The pain. The way Mom had held my hand while calling me a disgrace in the same breath.The scar on my stomach that Micaiah had never noticed. Had never asked about.Because he'd been too busy lying to me.My phone sat on the nightstand, turned off. I'd ignored it for hours, not wanting to see the inevitable flood of messages from Micaiah.But curiosity won.I turned it on.Sixty-three missed calls. Forty-nine text messages.Most from Micaiah. A few from Stephanie asking if I was okay. One
The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor. thirty-two missed calls
Chapter Sixty-Eight—thirty-two missed calls☆Micaiah's POV☆I'd called her forty-seven times.Sent thirty-two texts.All unanswered.I sat in my car outside the house, staring at my phone, and tried not to think about where she was. Who she was with.If she was safe.Kieran had already called twice. Victor had sent updates I didn't read. And Marcus was still inside the house, probably reporting everything to whoever the fuck had hired him.None of it mattered.The only thing that mattered was that Mali was gone and Daemon had her.My phone rang. Unknown number.I answered immediately. "Mali?""No." The voice was distorted. Mechanical. "But I know where she is."The newcomer."Who is this?""Someone who's been watching your spectacular implosion with great interest. Tell me, Hayes, how does it feel? Losing the one thing you actually care about?""If you hurt her—""I'm not the one who hurt her. You did that all on your own." A pause. "But I could help you get her back. For a price.""W
The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor. your sister
Chapter Sixty-Seven— your sister⚔Daemon's POV⚔"Your real name. Daemon can't be your real name."A smile tugged at my lips despite the situation. "It's Daemon. My parents had a dark sense of humor.""What about your sister? Elena was her real name?""Yes.""Tell me about her."I told her about Elena. About how she'd been the good one. The one who believed in second chances and saw the best in people.About how she'd died because I'd trusted the wrong person.And when I was done, Maliya's eyes were wet with tears again."I'm so sorry," she said. "No one should lose their sister like that.""No. They shouldn't." I reached across the table again. This time, she didn't pull away when I took her hand. "Let me help you, Maliya. Let me give you the space to figure out what you want without Hayes or anyone else influencing you.""And what do you want in return?""Nothing. Just—" I hesitated. "Just don't go back to him. Not yet. Not until you've had time to process everything without his mani
The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor. come out
Chapter Sixty-Six— come out ⚔Daemon's POV⚔I'd been following her since she left the house.Not close enough for her to notice. Just close enough to make sure she stayed safe.Because the moment my contact had reported raised voices and Maliya leaving in tears, I'd known.The truth had finally come out.And she was vulnerable. Hurt. Exactly the state I'd been waiting for.Except looking at her now—mascara streaked down her face, eyes red and swollen, hands shaking as she tried to compose herself—I felt something I hadn't expected.Guilt."There's a coffee shop around the corner," I said gently. "Still open. We can talk there."She nodded, wiping at her face. "Okay.""Follow me. I'll drive slow."I got back in my car and led her to the café. Small place. Quiet. The kind of spot that didn't ask questions.We got coffee—decaf for her, black for me—and found a corner booth away from the few other customers.She wrapped her hands around her cup, staring into it like it held answers."How
The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor. be gone
Chapter Sixty-Two— be gone★Maliya's POV★I threw clothes into a bag with shaking hands.Jeans. Sweaters. Underwear. I wasn't thinking clearly, just grabbing whatever I could reach.Micaiah stood at the door, his body tense, his eyes constantly flicking between me and the hallway.Like he was expecting someone to burst through at any moment."What should I pack?" My voice sounded small. Scared. "How long are we going to be gone?""I don't know. A few days. Maybe longer." He glanced at me. "Bring your laptop. Your charger. Anything you can't replace."Anything I can't replace.The words made my stomach drop."Micaiah, you're really scaring me.""I know. I'm sorry. But we need to move fast."I grabbed my laptop, my charger, the few pieces of jewelry that actually mattered to me. The necklace from my grandmother. The bracelet Mom had given me for my eighteenth birthday.Wait."My necklace." I went to my jewelry box, frantically searching. "The star pendant. It's not here.""Mali, we don'
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