บททั้งหมดของ My Secret, My Stepbrother : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

MAVIS I sprung to my feet at once, "Trust me, I've just forgiven you for nothing obviously. We're now good friends again but you see, I can't reveal that to you." I shook my head, "Let's focus on helping me get to Isabel, okay?" Jackson's gaze hardened as he gave off a scathing remark: "You are delving deeper into a treacherous game, Mavis, one that will undoubtedly end in your ruin. You may think you are immune to the danger, but make no mistake, vengeance will consume you if you continue on this path." "Jack?" He ignored my call and continued, "Let's be clear, your newfound 'friendship' is a sham. That lady is no ally, but a snake in the grass, waiting to strike. Don't deceive yourself into believing her intentions are anything but self-serving." Rooted to the spot, his words echoed in my mind with the weight of a sledgehammer. Every fiber of my being was frozen in place, paralyzed by the revelation that struck me. I stood there powerless and unable to move or face him. He

ISABEL "Can that possibly lead anyone of his friends to steal his identity card?" "Anything is possible, since there's no footage to reveal the identity of the thief, then, it must be a friend or anyone he keeps close contact with maybe to hurt him." "I agree, the fact that the securities are strict about visitors implies that this must be someone familiar. Hopefully, he can locate the missing item." "Indeed, let's keep our fingers crossed." "Okay, my wife is now out of the bathroom. You may go ahead and speak with her." "Hello there, Darling. It seems like it's been ages since we last heard from you." Mom's question stirred a feeling of irresponsibility in my path. I only wanted to put my past behind me. Calling Mom occasionally would always bring back the thought of Mavis because she wouldn't end her talking without telling me about everyone at home and how they were doing. "I'm sorry, Mom. I promise you're always in my thoughts." "We miss you, sweetie. Now, why ha

Third Person POV Her curiosity piqued, and she peered into the phone one more time to confirm what she had seen."Estelle?"Estelle looked up, with pleading eyes, "Yes?""Did you and Isabel have a fight before?"She shook her head lazily, knowing why she asked the question. "And Jackson, did you both fight before the party?"She shook her head rather. "You are wicked, you deserve to die a terrible death for putting both Jackson and Mavis at war with each other. You equally framed Isabel, you'll pay for it. You must pay heavily for it. I'm not letting you be until you have paid for this mess.""They are step-siblings, why should they be in love with each other? You are supporting them to betray their pare..."Estelle didn't land when she received another agonizing slap that nearly blinded her. "How dare you slap me again?" She made to ride but Bennett pushed her down effortlessly with her feet. "That's because that's the only thing you need at the moment, it'll correct some of your

Third Person POV Tiptoeing gingerly across the room, Isabel cautiously approached the sofa where Eric slept on. Enchanted by the flawless beauty of his skin, she yearned to caress his flesh, but a single thought held her back. She feared that even the slightest disturbance could rouse him from his peaceful sleep or, her mother may bash in and find her caressing a man who wasn't even her partner. The stillness was abruptly shattered by the sound of her phone ringing from the kitchen. Dashing to retrieve the phone, Isabel answered the call, immediately recognizing her mother's familiar voice. "Hi, mom. Where are you?" Isabel inquired. "I just left the airport, darling," her mother replied. "Would you like me to pick anything up on my way?" She offered. "Sire! I would have preferred a sandwich but that might take your time. But not to worry, mom. I'd love some chocolate cakes. Thank you!" Isabel replied. After ending the call, she made her way back into the kitchen. I

ISABEL "I saw that," Mom spoke up, her gaze fixed on her plate as she addressed me, "I noticed you didn't tell him your address. Is there something you're not telling me, did you both have a misunderstanding?" She set her spoon down and turned her full attention to me, awaiting my response. Her scrutiny was intense, leaving me with the distinct impression that she had her own suspicions about my reluctance to share my location. I rose from my seat and approached Eric, firmly requesting, "If you don't mind, could you excuse us for a private conversation?" He paused mid-sip, setting his cup down as he looked at me with a quizzical expression. "Wait, you're asking me to leave?" he clarified, his tone hinting at disbelief. "Yes, please," I reiterated, offering a polite yet firm confirmation of my request. "Got it," Eric responded, understanding the situation and gently placing his cup on the table. Noticing Eric's baffled expression, Mom looked at him, "Eric, please do not think th