Semua Bab FALLING FOR MY STEPBROTHER : Bab 121 - Bab 125

ARIANNA After I found out about the rumours, my blood boiled hotter than I thought possible. The whispers in the hallway, the glances people threw my way, it was obvious everyone had heard about Ericsson and me. At first, I tried to brush it off. High school thrives on drama; half of what people say isn’t even true. But the more I heard, the more it sounded personal, too specific to be random gossip. And one name kept circling in my head like a vulture: Ericsson.I stormed away from Amy, who’d just tried to calm me down. I couldn’t even look at her right now. “Just ignore it,” she’d said, like that was easy. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.I moved quickly through the crowded hallway, ignoring the stares, scanning faces, and searching. I needed to find him. I needed to see his eyes when I asked if he’d done it. If he even flinched, I’d know the truth.“Where is he?” I muttered under my breath, brushing between groups of students who stepped aside once they saw my expression. I didn’t car

BIANCA SEVEN YEARS LATERIf someone told me seven years ago that I’d be surviving three miniature hurricanes daily, I would’ve laughed and then cried. But here I am, a proud, sleep-deprived, permanently sticky mother of triplets, two boys, and one fiercely independent girl.And no, I don’t mean “independent” in the cute, toddler sense. I mean boss lady, full-time negotiator, occasional chaos bringer kind of independent.Let’s start with the firstborn by exactly two minutes, Kairo.Kairo came into the world with his fists clenched and screaming like he was declaring war. And he hasn’t stopped since. He’s my deep thinker, always asking me strange questions like, “What if the sun is sad because it never gets a break?” or “Do ants know we exist, or do they think we’re just earthquakes?”He’s also the peacekeeper, well, when he’s not fighting over the last cookie. He’ll help his siblings with homework one second and prank them the next. I never know what version of Kairo I’m getting, but I