All Chapters of FALLING FOR MY STEPBROTHER : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

THIRD PERSON'S POVAlexa walked towards Martinez with a puzzled look on her face. Martinez walked closer to her. "I was sent by Bruno. It's all part of the plan, and I've gotten it. I know where he's hiding the cell," he whispered to her. She looked at him in disbelief. The matter sounded intriguing to her ears. "Where the fuck is it?" She asked. "It's in the wine cell, that's what he told me," he replied. She nodded her head in realisation. "So, it was there all along?" She mumbled. "Get more information from him. As soon as I get it.....we're sending him to his father," she stated. He nodded his head. Lorenzo returned with a bottle of wine and glasses. "Oh, it seems you've met my....mother," he said. Martinez nodded his head. Alexa laughed. "Your friend here is really funny...." she spoke. Lorenzo nodded with a smirk. They. All sat down and had a drink. Martinez had to go because there was a party tonight. Lorenzo stared at Alexa. She smiled at him. "I'll be heading to th

DAMIEN I headed back home soon. The party was very boring for a reason. Ever since I met Layla, I've not been able to approach any girl. They don't look attractive the way she is. I headed upstairs to my room. I opened the door and noticed she was asleep. I didn't want to disturb her, so I headed to the closet. I pulled off my clothes and shoes. I wore sports shorts and a tank top. I walked out. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and hair. I dried them both and walked out. She was sitting on the bed. I walked over to her. "Did I wake you up?" I asked as I got on the bed. She shook her head. "I was just restless....." she replied. I smiled and held her closer to me. "Can I ask you a question?" She spoke. I furrowed my brows and nodded. I wonder what she wants to know. "Can you tell me about your mom?" She stated. My face fell. "Is it a sensitive question?" She asked. "Oh, it's not. It's just that no one has asked me that question. Not even my brother. It's tough." I s

BIANCA Lorenzo and I sat there in silence. I was looking for a way to compose my words. I was the one who wanted to talk, but in the end, I couldn't even form any words. "Did Milo tell you?" He asked. I looked at him immediately. I nodded my head. "It is a small word, isn't it?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm sorry about your father. He was a great man." He replied. I furrowed my brows."You knew my Dad?" I asked. He nodded with a smile. He looked at the floor of the hallway. "He came over once. He bought me a lot of gifts. I knew he was my uncle, but I forgot about him since I only met him once," he spoke. "He bought me ice cream, we went to watch movies." He remembers old memories. "That must have been nice," I replied. He nodded. "Does.....she live with you?" I asked. He looked at me."Yeah," he replied. "What are you gonna do now?" I asked. I could only think of the worst for that lady. "Bianca, I don't want to get you mixed up with any bad stuff. But, I'll make sure she p

BIANCA He came a little bit closer to me. I couldn't look at him. "What are you keeping from me?" He asked. I gulped. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry," I replied. He stared at me for a few seconds. "Is it that bad that you're afraid to tell me?" He asked. I couldn't answer him. I don't want stuff like that coming out of my mouth. "Just tell me..... I won't get angry, " He insisted. I still couldn't. He will get angry, and I know that. He sighed. "I'm not hungry anymore. Take the fucking food and leave. You killed my appetite," he said. I looked at him in shock. "But you haven't eaten anything...." I trailed off. He looked at me with an angry-looking face. "Did you hear what I said, take the food and get out of my room. You're right, I shouldn't trust you. You were just a tool that I used," he said. I felt tears in my eyes instantly. I didn't think he would say that to me. I hiccuped. I grabbed whatever I could and started walking towards the exit. "Let's not talk or see ea

MILOI stood up from my seat. "Mom?" I called. Her face fell in an instant. She looked at me like I just said the most emotional thing. My mother's name is Geneva Rossi. "You are my mother, right?" I asked. She gulped. "I don't think you should be saying this, Emilio," Mr Marco said. My heartbeat picked up. The lady was dragged away by him. She kept looking at me. I wanted to go after her, but Lucia held my hand. I looked around to see that I'd drawn attention to myself. I looked at Lucia and pointed to the direction the woman went. "That is -" I said. My eyes were becoming watery. "I know. But you need to calm down, okay?" She said. "If she is your mom, the Emilio Rossi standing in front of me right now, she would have held you and told you that she's sorry. But Milo, even if that lady is your real mother, she's not your mom," she said. She's right, Mom is dead. I remembered when she was buried. Should I tell Dad? No, he'll think I'm going crazy. I'm starting to think I am. "S