You are Mine, Stepbrother!

I sat at the dinner table, surrounded by the savory aroma of various dishes meticulously arranged by my mom. Mr. Jaxon Harrington, my stepfather, always insisted on these morning feasts, and my mom always prepared them.We sat together, everyone looking joyful and happy. At least, that's what we all thought.Maxwell, my stepbrother, occupied the seat opposite mine. His presence was all that kept me sitting on the dining table, and I couldn't help but notice him.Our legs danced beneath the table; his toes were kind of ticklish even as he used them to caress my legs. Avoiding eye contact became increasingly difficult, even as we giggled silently and smiled at each other.“The food is really nice," Mr. Jaxon said, even as he looked at my mom with a big smile on his face."Thanks, baby," my mom said, even as she blew him a kiss.“Love birds," I said under my breath, thinking no one heard me.“I heard that,” my mom said, even as Mr. Jaxon laughed.Suddenly, Mr. Jaxon asked. "So, Elara,

I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I was filled with resentment towards my mother. Her devilish nature and manipulative ways made me despise her more with each passing day.The memory of Matteo, our former gardener, still lingered in my mind. I recalled the day vividly, the events that transpired, and the consequences that followed.Tomorrow was my graduation day, a milestone I had been eagerly anticipating for freedom. However, Bianca had other plans, and I vehemently rejected them.My heart belonged to my stepbrother, Maxwell, and I yearned for escape from my mother's manipulations.Lost in thought, the alarm pierced the night's silence, and I silenced it, checking the time – 1 am. That was the exact time I always sneaked to Maxwell's room.Tonight, after my distressing conversation with Bianca, I needed it more than ever.I stood up, wearing my red nightgown, as usual, with nothing underneath – that was exactly how Maxwell loved it.Wiping away my tears, I approached

I felt the blood completely drain from my body as I thought of the possibility of me being pregnant for Maxwell. I rechecked my phone calendar to confirm my calculations. “FUCK!!!!!!.....”, it was correct, I immediately fell to the floor, it was officially the worst day of my life, I always thought the day my father dies was the worst day of my life but honestly it can’t even hold a candle to today.Just in one day I graduated, got practically forced into an engagement with someone I barely know, broke the heart of someone I loved, and now finding out I might be pregnant for him. “I’m so fucked…”.My mind could not even processes what was happening at the moment, my brain completely went blank, all I knew was that I was royally fucked. I cried my eyes out on the bathroom floors, my phone kept ringing, my mother was obviously looking for me probably to flaunt her graduate and now engaged daughter, what a great day it must be for her, I thought with a bitter laugh, I’m sure she’s look

Here I was sitting alone at the 12 seat dining table, eating. How pathetic I thought to myself as I filled my face with food.After eating I just sat there thinking about Maxwell and how I really needed to talk to him and explain what really happened and tell him that I was currently carrying his child.I really hope hearing about the contract and the baby would make him at least hear me out and give us another chance. I plan on keeping no secrets between us, even the fact that I accidentally murdered someone and how my mother was using it against me.Beatrice clearing the table brought me back to reality and I decided to see if my missing groom was still alive.“Beatrice is Ryan home?”“Yes Mrs Morgan, he came back a few hours ago”.“Where is he?”“In his study I believe”On hearing that I stood up, then she asked“Would you like me to show you the way” helpfully “Thank you Beatrice, but I think I can find my way “.To my surprise I didn’t get lost, I found my way to the study witho

We laid in my bed tangled in each other embrace, our bodies completely spent.My mind was running a hundred and ten thoughts at a time.Why was my life so complicated? Was one of many question that kept churning in my head.Why wasn’t it easy ?Am I being punished for killing someone in self defense?Frankly I was still trying to fully understand the situation I was in, I was blackmailed into being married to someone I didn’t know by my mother, while I was in love and even pregnant for my step brother, after being raped and being beaten to a pulp by my husband I was nursed back to health and now just had sex with the man I called Dad, my step father.I think having sex with my step father was me trying to unconsciously get back at my mother.I’m I tempting faith but honestly I don’t think my life can not get anymore complicated and fucked up as it already it hell I don’t even fully understand what’s going on.My life was an enigma even to me.As I tried to get up Mr Jaxon gave me a kis