All Chapters of Stealing My Sister's Fiancee: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sound of clinking spoons and forks around the table continued, but it seemed to grow more and more distant, muffled by the sound of my own heartbeat echoing inside my head. I could feel Aaric's gaze on the side of my face, piercing and waiting."Princess." His voice was calm and low, but there was something behind it that made the air in my lungs feel heavier.I didn't turn my head, keeping my eyes on my still-intact plate."Don't make me repeat it," he continued, quieter, more subtle, even more threatening than before.I swallowed, my jaw clenching tightly. I reached for the fork beside my plate, poking the tip into the perfectly cut piece of steak. I brought the piece of meat to my mouth with slightly trembling hands.Aaric remained silent by my side, but his presence was too great to ignore.As soon as the piece of steak passed my lips and touched my tongue, I immediately realized something.This food was... amazing.The meat was tender, almost melting in my mouth. The sauce w

The morning air carried an unusual chill, sharp enough to make me shiver. I woke up gasping, my skin damp with sweat despite the room’s coolness. My heart pounded hard in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. I lay still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of a dream that had dragged me five years into the past.Blood.Blood on Aaric's leather jacket.Blood that I wiped from his face calmly, as if it wasn't something that should scare me.I swallowed, something heavy in my chest. At that moment, I didn't think about anything. I was too lulled into believing that Aaric, the man who was always by my side, who laughed with me, who loved me, couldn't have done something so terrible.I believed it.I didn't ask him.And now, years later, I realize...It was a sign.I should have known from that moment.I should have realized that Aaric Bernardi wasn't just an overprotective boyfriend.I should have realized that he had always been in a world far darker than

The small café on the corner is still the same as when I came here.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the fragrance of toast and cinnamon creates a warm and soothing atmosphere. The sound of the espresso machine buzzed in the background, occasionally punctuated by the laughter of customers enjoying their lunch.I sat at a table by the window, playing with my spoon on the plate as I gazed out. Outside, the Los Angeles sun was shining brightly, illuminating the streets filled with people in their own busy lives.Samuel finally arrived, wearing a grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He still looked the same as the last time I saw him. His hair was slightly dishevelled, like he didn't really care. His expression was relaxed, but a sharp look in his eyes showed that his mind never really rested.As his eyes met mine, he grinned. "You look better than the last time we met."I sighed, leaning my back against the chair. "You're only saying that because I no longer look li

My fingers gripped Aaric's sweater tightly, my body still feeling limp even as I tried to control my ragged breathing.Horror crept along my spine, the air was getting thinner.Aaric remained silent.His firm hand was still on my back, holding me up. But I could feel his body stiffening, his jaw hardening as he reread the writing on the paper.Then, without warning, he crumpled the paper in his hands and threw it into the fireplace in the corner of the room. The flames immediately devoured the paper, leaving black ash flying.I was still trapped in my fear when Aaric turned around, picked up the box containing the dead bird, and carried it outside.I stared at him with my breath still in my throat. "What are you doing?" I whispered.Aaric didn't answer. He opened the back door and tossed the box into a large trash can, closing it with a loud bang that made me flinch.When he came back inside, his face was full of eerie calm."Who knew you lived here?" he asked, his voice deep, sharp.

"Seriously, I don't understand how you can do a scene like that without losing your mind," Ashley said she he picked up a bottle of water and handed it to me.I accepted it wearily, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down immediately. After that long scene, my throat felt dry."I'm just separating myself from reality," I mumbled.Ashley raised one eyebrow. "Seperating?"I sighed, trying to find the right words. "When I'm on camera, I'm not Maya. I'm the character I'm playing. I feel what she feels. It's the only way I can do it well."Ashley gave me a long look before nodding. "That explains why I almost cried watching your acting."I chuckled, though my shoulders felt tense. "Don't cry on set, Ash. It'll ruin your makeup.""Okay." She snorted as she grabbed a sandwich from the catering table. "I'll cry after we get the Oscar."I shook my head, grabbed a sandwich, and walked towards the break area. Some crew members were still busy talking to each other, but I could feel the occasional