Fated to my 4 bully Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

~Valeria~Mondays were usually always the worst, but this one was different.I knew it the moment I stepped through the school’s main doors and halfway to my locker, everybody was glued to their phones, geeking out for no reason.It was giving love sick fan girls. Naturally, I slowed down and side-eyed them all like, What the hell is going on now?If I were still the reigning case study of scandal and pity stares, they’d be all eyes on me, murmuring, cursing under their breath, throwing judgment like I was a walking mistake. But today? Not even a glance. Instead…I caught the tail end of a video playing on someone’s phone as I walked past.Could that be the reason why everyone was acting weird? Before I could get deeper into the details, I heard some girls squealing as they reapplied their lip gloss and raised their skirts like they were suddenly in a brothel.If only Mrs. Randle hadn’t gone on maternity leave, they would have been suspended for indecency. But it wasn’t just the g

~Valeria~If I had to sum up my week in one word, it would be: suffocating.And if I had to blame it on someone, it would definitely be the six-foot-tall problem sitting two seats behind me, currently boring holes into my skull with his annoyingly intense stare.Michael had made it his personal mission to become my shadow, and honestly? It was getting ridiculous."Psst."I didn't turn around. Nope. Not falling for it again."Vanilla."My eye twitched. "Stop calling me that, this is the umpteenth time I’d be warning you," I hissed under my breath, still facing forward with no courage to look back. "But you smell like it.""That's called body wash, dumbass."A soft thud hit my desk. I glanced down and nearly choked on my own saliva.A perfectly wrapped chocolate croissant sat there like an appetizer I couldn’t resist. "What is this?" I whispered, picking it up."Breakfast. You skipped it again."I whipped around so fast I probably hurt my spine. "How do you even know that?"Michael sh

~Zane~Watching that pretty boy Michael drop Valeria off at home for the third time this week was going to give me a fucking bulge in my blood. I'd been sitting in my car across the street for the past ten minutes, pretending to check emails while actually plotting seventeen different ways to make the new guy disappear. None of them were particularly legal, but hey, desperate times and all that.My phone rang, and Alerion’s name flashed on the screen."You're stalking again," he said calmly."I'm observing.""From your car. Across the street. Like a creep.""Shut up."But he wasn't wrong. I was being a creep. A jealous, possessive creep who couldn't handle watching some random asshole sweep in and steal Valeria's attention.Through the windshield, I watched Michael walk her to the front door, probably being all charming and perfect. The urge to get out and remind him exactly whose house he was standing in front of was almost overwhelming."You know," Alerion continued, because appare

~Valeria~The symbol of a crown and thorn carved into my nightstand had been staring at me for three days now, and I was slowly losing what was left of my sanity.I'd tried everything. Googling it led to dead ends about ancient royal wolves. Asking my mom resulted in blank stares and suggestions that I was "staying up too late." Even trying to sand the damn thing off my furniture had failed, the marks just kept reappearing, deeper each time.It was like my own personal thriller movie, except instead of a creepy stalker, I had mysterious visions and a piece of furniture that apparently had trust issues."Valeria, breakfast!" Mom's voice drifted up from downstairs, all sunshine and false cheer.I dragged myself out of bed, feeling like I'd been abused by rogues. Sleep had become this elusive thing that visited other people, lucky people who didn't wake up with strange symbols carved into their belongings and dates that somehow predicted the future.Because yeah, that date I'd written i

~Alerion~If I had to clean up one more mess my brothers created because they couldn't keep their wolves in check around Valeria, I was going to lose my damn mind.I stood in my home office, staring at the stack of incident reports on my desk. Three fights at the school this week alone. Three. And every single one traced back to the same problem, my idiot brothers acting like territorial animals instead of the grown men they were supposed to be.The latest report was still warm from the printer. Property damage, multiple student injuries, and a very pissed off principal who was threatening suspension for all three of them. Again."Fucking brilliant," I muttered, loosening my tie with more force than necessary.Twenty-five years old, and somehow I'd become the family's cleanup crew. CEO of our father's company by day, babysitter to three lovesick morons by night. This wasn't exactly how I'd pictured my life going.My phone buzzed with another text from our family's PR team. Apparently,