Semua Bab I’m My Step Brothers Obsession (Mafia Saga): Bab 11 - Bab 20

As I stroll through the supermarket, grinning like a villain in a Disney movie, I browse the dye aisle. That’s when I spot it. Swamp green. Perfect. I picture myself sneaking into his shampoo and conditioner and watching the horror unfold on top of this mornings pink dye incident this will look like an explosion of hair dye gone wrong. “He’s definitely going to get back at me, but it’s worth it. I’m going to make him pay for what he did to my bike. This night... this night is going to be one to remember.”Just as I finish my dramatic monologue, a lady five steps away from me begins backing away, eyes wide with terror, and then she’s off like a bat out of hell with her trolley.“I didn’t mean it like that, lady! I was just being realistic!” I call after her, but I can't help but smirk to myself. If only she knew what kind of chaos I had in mind. My evil plans were about to be put into motion. I stroll to the makeup and tinting aisle, grabbing the heaviest, most obnoxious tints and caked

Rose's PovSo, there I was, drenched to the bone, my hair clinging to my face like a wet mop, and my teeth chattering so violently I was pretty sure I could've powered a small car with them. My hoodie was practically weighed down by water, and if it weren't for the fact that I was holding onto what was left of my dignity, I might've just collapsed into a puddle on the floor. But I didn’t. No, because the boys were sitting there, all cozy and dry, looking at us like we were a bunch of soggy rats.“Enjoy the swim, girls!” Ryder yelled from the lounge room, his voice dripping with so much smugness that I could practically hear the smirk forming on his face.I growled under my breath, my eyes narrowing. “Ryder, you’re gonna pay for this,” I muttered to myself as I shook off the water and tried not to freeze to death. “You’re so lucky Mum and Nigel aren’t here, because I would have so gotten my revenge already.”I swear, for a split second, I saw a flicker of fear in Ryder’s eyes. But then—

Ryder’s POVAfter Rose stormed out of my room, I let out a frustrated groan. I needed to see the damage—I had to. With every step I took to the bathroom, I could already feel the weight of the situation. There was no way I was going to let her get away with that. I opened the bathroom door and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw dropped when I saw the mess she’d made of me.“Oh, Rose is so getting what's coming to her,” I muttered with a smirk, already plotting my revenge. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to tame the chaos, but it was no use.Striding out of the bathroom, I headed straight for her room. My fist knocked hard against the door.“Petals, you can’t just leave me like this? Seriously?” I called, motioning to my disheveled hair and smeared face, trying to keep my tone playful, but the frustration was seeping through.The door cracked open slightly, and Rose’s eyes flickered down, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She looked back up, locking eyes with me,

Rose’s POV:“Janelle, oh my gosh, can you stop bloody singing?!” I yelled, a mixture of irritation and disbelief filling my voice as I covered my ears, wincing from the sheer volume. Richelle mirrored my actions, her face scrunching up in distaste, while Liam... Liam couldn’t help but snicker, his eyes glinting with amusement.I shot him a glare, but he only smirked in return, a lazy, cocky grin that set my nerves on edge. Why was he so damn smug? I couldn’t help but notice his profile, the way the sharp lines of his jaw and his perfectly tousled hair caught the light. For a brief moment, my mind wandered, comparing him to someone else… He looks like Ryder, I thought absentmindedly. The thought of Ryder twisted in my chest like a dull ache.My thoughts spiraled deeper. There was something strange in Liam's gaze when he glanced at me, something that flickered, just for a moment, behind those ice-blue eyes. What happened between them? I wondered. Why did Ryder seem so… defensive? The wei

Rose's PovI barely recognized the streets I was passing, my mind a whirlwind of shock and fear. My hands gripped the handlebars of the bike, but it felt like I was holding onto nothing at all. The encounter with Jace replayed in my mind like a twisted film loop—his words, his presence, the way he looked at me like I was a possession he couldn’t let go of. I thought I was free, I thought I was safe. But I was wrong. He found me, and now everything I fought for seemed so fragile.I tried to focus on the road, to steady my breathing, but it was impossible. "Okay, Rose, you can do this," I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself that everything was fine, that I was fine. I’ve faced worse before. I survived, I’ll survive this too. But my hands still shook, the tremors too strong to hide. Everything's far from perfect, I thought.With my mother away, I knew I couldn’t call her. I couldn’t tell her about this; not again. She had done so much to protect me after Dad died, but I couldn’t