Lahat ng Kabanata ng My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Neel dropped me off near the entrance of the park on his motorcycle.“Leo isn't around. Should I wait?” he questioned as I handed him the helmet.“No, I'm fine. You don't have to wait. You can go,” I said, noticing his hesitation. He still looked unsure, so I added, “I'll be fine, Neel. I'm not a child.”“Alright, alright.” He nodded his head and started the engine, his motorcycle rumbling as he pulled away.I watched him go and sighed in relief, pulling out my phone and dialing Leo’s number.“Hey, beautiful,” Leo replied, his voice bright and cheerful.“Hey, I'm at the entrance of the park. Where are you?” I looked inside the park, thinking he would be there.“You're looking the wrong way. I’m at the café across the street,” Leo answered, amusement in his tone. “I’m waving at you from the window.”I looked up and spotted him through the café’s window, grinning and waving energetically. Putting the phone back in my pocket, I crossed the road, careful to avoid the late afternoon traffi

The walk back home felt heavier than usual. Leo had confided everything, and the weight of his words pressed on my chest, making it hard to focus on anything else. My stomach knotted tighter with each step toward the house, as the looming conversation ahead took shape in my mind. I dreaded it—not because of what I had to say, but because I knew how they’d react. Leo had been quiet after spilling his heart, his usual cheerfulness dulled by the sour taste in his mouth. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, head down, a slight frown on his lips. When we finally reached the door, he gave me a small, tired smile before slipping inside without a word. I watched him as he trudged upstairs to his room, each step slow and deliberate. He needed time to process everything, and honestly, so did I, but I didn't have that time. I needed to tell his brothers so that they could do something to protect him. I paused at the threshold, taking a deep breath before stepping into the family room. T

As I left Caspian’s office, my head was a mix of adrenaline and questions. I wasn’t unhappy with what had happened—far from it. I had wanted that kiss, the heat, the rush that came with him. But the idea of giving up control, of letting him dominate me in ways I hadn’t even thought about, was where the uncertainty crept in. ‘Could I really do that? Could I trust him enough to let go completely?’ I asked myself as I walked down the hallway, trying to ground myself, my fingers trailing lightly against the cool wall.It was different between me and Lucas because I was the one taking charge. I knew where the line was and how far I could press him for my pleasure. I knew when to stop, and the biggest fear in my head was what if Caspian didn't know when to stop. Lucas was much stronger than me, if I pushed him too much he could have thrown me away anytime he wanted, but I couldn't do the same with Caspian. He was probably ten times stronger than me. I found my way to the kitchen, my thr

After dinner, as the others began to disperse—Lucas and Harry disappeared to watch a football game, and Neel excused himself to work on an essay—I stayed back to help Dev clean up. The truth was, I was avoiding the inevitable, the tension in the air thick enough to choke me. Caspian remained seated at the dining table, his eyes lingering on me as I moved around the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, cleaning the countertops, and helping Dev with some breakfast prep. Even after an hour had passed, he was still there. I was drying the plates while Dev put them in the cupboard. Nothing interesting was going on. He had his iPhone in hand, pretending to look busy, but I could see through his facade. He was there for me, waiting for the right moment to approach, knowing he couldn’t confront me in front of Dev. I scrubbed a plate harder than necessary when Dev leaned in again, his voice low but playful. “You know, Caspian’s still out there, probably waiting for you. Any thoughts on that?” “

After a few minutes of lying on my bed and scrolling through Instagram, I forced myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I thought that warm shower could help clear my head, at least for a little while. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, letting the steam fill the small space. The warmth enveloped me as I stepped under the spray, washing away the tension in my muscles. As the water cascaded over me, I let out a slow breath, trying to release the worry that had built up overnight.After washing my hair, I lingered for a bit longer, enjoying the sensation of the hot water, before finally stepping out and wrapping myself in a towel. I wiped the steam off the mirror and stared at my reflection. My eyes looked tired—dark circles that wouldn’t go away no matter how much sleep I got.I dried off quickly and slipped into a pair of dark jeans and a cozy hoodie, something comfortable for the day ahead. I debated skipping makeup but decided to ap