Claimed By My Mafia Step brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

- I s a b e l l a -[ 30 minutes into the past ]My baby's father knew about the murder of my father. My baby's father lied to me this entire time. My baby's father is everything I thought he wasn't.When we got back upstairs, I slammed my bedroom door behind me before locking it. None of this was making any sense. I couldn't grasp the understanding of all the twists and turns. It was all becoming too hectic.I leaned my ear against the door, listening for Alex's footsteps. When I heard nothing, I unlocked the door and twisted the doorknob very slowly and quietly. Pulling it open, I tip-toed out of the room and began quietly descending the stairs.I could hear Alex and Valentino talking as I passed a room, which made me feel happier knowing that they couldn't stop me. I wanted to find out more, I needed proof. So far, I've been given nothing but what everyone is telling me. What I wanted was to see something that proved what they had said. Stopping, I came in contact with the familia

When I finally looked into his eyes, he was staring at me. A blush crept onto my cheeks when I realized that he caught me checking him out. Instead of saying anything, my eyes followed his hands and he began to push down his pants. His huge manly part was calling out to me as his pants pooled down at his feet.Biting down on my lip, my eyes focused in on his bulge. He was wearing black briefs that showed off everything perfectly. Following his lead, I unbuttoned my jeans before undoing the zipper. His eyes were on my hands the entire time as I pushed them past my hips, and like him, let them pool at my feet. Then, I raised my tube top.Walking over to him, his eyes rose to meet mine. "Let's go shower," I whispered. He smiled as I dragged him to the restroom. The second we were in, I turned on the water and allowed the noise to flood our ears.He walked up to me, placing his hands on my stomach from behind. I looked over in the mirror to see the slightest pudge in my belly as he held m

My mother had blue eyes, long black hair, and a smile so big that it brightened a room. She was also a very tall woman, but managed to look like a model," he explained. This caused a sense of relief to flow through me as I nodded my head. "You don't need to change your name. I love it, not only because it would've been my sisters, but because it's a reminder of the beauty that comes from a whole lot of ugly," he tells me."Your brother can't even say my name. Why do you think he calls me princess? I'm starting to think it's not because he wants to, but because he just can't say my name. I see the way he looks at me as if I'm the worst person on this planet. He hates me, and my name is only a reminder of why," I explain."Don't change your name because of him. Valentino doesn't trust anybody. He's like that with everyone he's ever met. He doesn't love, he doesn't befriend, he doesn't care, and he never will. He believes in family, and that's the only thing he'll ever believe in. Don't

The conversations when my father would listen to my arguments for justice for the people who had to undergo trafficking. He would agree with me, he said that he had supported me."Yes, he does. For as long as I could remember," Valentino said so calmly. I wish he was more angry, I wish everyone was more angry. "B-but-" I began, but was cut off by Valentino who looked quite annoyed."Yeah, yeah, more reasons to hate my dear Papa Sean," he said with a mocking tone and irritation clear on his expression. I let out a sigh as I immediately sobered up from the sadness I felt. Valentino was the definition of an a*shole. The confusing part was how Anastasia could put up with it. Leaning back in my chair, I waited for him to continue talking."Your father is going to be alerted of where you are from the second you are in a public area. You're going to take a taxi to a cafe where you're going to order a drink. Five minutes later, you're going to be met with some man who works for your father-

Anastasia had no filter literally at all sometimes. I'm not sure if he came from her stripper status, or if she just really didn't care what others thought about her. She spoke her mind and I admired her for it."Anastasia, drop it, okay?" she said, her face looking as red as a tomato now. We didn't need her to say it for us to know the answer. "Aw, she has the hots for you," Anastasia mouthed out to me with a face that showed she was gushing. Shaking my head, I took another bite of the delicious slipper bread."This is good, Sarah. As always, thanks for wowing us with your skills," I said. She nodded her head without ever turning towards me. Once again, she was as cold as ever."Come on, Bella. I wanted to show you something," Anastasia stated before walking out of the kitchen. I jumped down from the counter before following behind her. She walked me to her room.The minute we were in, I sat down on her couch and awaited what she had to show me."Oh, I didn't have anything to show y