All Chapters of My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Jenny’s face was the first thing I noticed as Lucas and I entered the hospital corridor. She was rushing toward the exit with her head down. But for a second, as we crossed each other, I was able to see her face streaked with tears and wondered what happened. Her shoulders were hunched as if the weight of the world rested on them. And she looked hopeless and defeated. She didn’t even notice us as she passed by the entrance lobby. We were just a few steps away, entering from the door next to the exit from where she left. For the most part, her head was down, and she was clutching her purse tightly, desperate to leave everything behind. “Jenny?” Lucas called after her, but she didn’t stop or look behind to check. I wondered if she heard him at all. Lucas turned to me and asked, “That's her right? That's Jenny.” I looked at Lucas, nodding my head, and he returned the confused look he might have seen on my face. As we watched her—through the glass door—going towards the parking lo

I wiped my eyes, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. The silence that settled between us wasn’t uncomfortable, though. It was… comforting. And standing next to him, with his hand on my arms, I felt safe. I wanted to be like that forever, but I pushed that thought as soon as it came. ‘Don't do this to me, please!’ I told myself, tightening my grip on his hands. ‘You can't fall for him, not now. You can't be in love when you aren't even sure about your future. Think practically.’ “You’ve been spending a lot of time out here lately,” he said, his tone was lighter now. He was trying to cheer me up, I could feel it in my heart even before he started. “Are you planning to become a full-time gardener or something?” I laughed, the sound surprised even me because I already knew what he was doing, yet the way he said it was somewhat funny. It's weird to say it out loud, but I started to pick up on a few things or habits of his. I didn't like it, mostly because of what it might

The air outside was cold and comforting, just walking outside through the entrance made me feel much at loose than I had been the whole day. A soft breeze carried the faint scent of the forest that surrounded the Salvatores’ estate, and moisture that brought me relief. The sky was covered with dark clouds and looked like it was going to rain soon. I was almost waiting for the rain, hoping to see the forest come to live. I was walking beside Caspian. I could feel the tension from the meeting still sitting heavily on Caspian's shoulders. Lucas was following closely behind us, his brows were still furrowed in deep thought, while Dev walked a few steps in front of us with Matthew. As we reached the driveway, Matthew paused. His shiny black Mercedes was waiting for him, the driver was inside. Matthew turned to face us, his demeanour was as calm and professional as ever. He had the same aura around him that at the beginning, I saw around Caspian. “I’ll wait for your call,” he said, his

The room was much quieter after my mom had left. It had been more than an hour since she was gone. Yet, the heavy air of her decision lingered in the room that surrounded us, entering my brain through my nostrils. I couldn't stop thinking about it because it felt like an invisible force that had a huge surprise for everyone in the house. I still wasn’t sure if I believed her—if I could afford to believe her. I didn't know where I stood with her; sometimes, I had been acting like the best daughter in the world, while other times I felt as if she was my biggest enemy. I couldn't figure out how to act around her. Even though she had agreed to confess and that was ‘something not to look over’ according to Caspian, I couldn't bring myself to trust her completely. I knew I could have trusted her more when she told Derek the truth, but I couldn't help but think it was one of her other elaborate plans. “A woman can get anything if she wants it enough... anything.” Her words from years

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dried and felt like sandpaper when I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat. I wasn’t sure about my own emotions, about what to feel—relief, panic, guilt? Maybe all of them at once, or maybe none. Mom had looked at me when I was coming downstairs to help Dev with the dinner, her expression was unreadable. Yet, I knew what was going on inside her head. She must have been afraid of what kind of person wouldn't be in this situation. I asked her what happened or if she needed help with something, and she simply said, “I don’t care what happens to me. As long as you’re safe, I'm willing to do anything in the world. You might not trust me right now, but believe me, my words are true. And I'm going to show it tomorrow.” I hadn’t known how to respond when she was being that open with her thoughts. I should have said something, anything, but I didn't. I couldn't find the right words to say, and thinking about it now, I guess it wouldn't have ma