Lahat ng Kabanata ng Help Me, Stepbrothers, For I Have Sinned: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Nikon:"Igor! Where were you last night?" I demanded the truth from my naive and clueless brother. Igor had done nothing in his life for me or Dad to be proud of.He hadn't achieved anything so far. No matter how hard we tried to help him stay on track, he always strayed. And in the worst way possible. Sometimes I wondered if he thought he could waste his life away while we earned and paid for his luxurious lifestyle."I was with my friends," he replied, taking off his shirt and putting a cigarette in his mouth. But before he could light it, I snatched it from his hands."Don't you dare smoke in front of me," I warned him, standing in his room and looking around at the mess he called his space.Igor threw himself on the couch, arms spread wide on the backrest and a smirk on his lips, but no shame in his eyes."Why do you always have to welcome me like this when I get home after a night out? I deserve some alone time, what's wrong with that?" He looked so carelessly ignorant that I cou

Lavender:“Do you even know what kind of man he is?” I was whispering to my uncle. I mean, my uncle wasn’t the best man either, but at least he was a known devil. This demon in front of me—I haven’t even figured out all the ways he could torture me yet.“The man who gave me so much money that we two can live peacefully and comfortably for a whole month without even working,” my uncle grinned, before his tone changed, “but of course, I’ll still be needing that money you pay on your mother’s behalf.”He walked away while I stayed standing in my spot, hissing and kicking the ground. After I calmed myself down, I went back into my room and stood next to the bed.“This is a girl’s bed,” I said, gulping a lot because I was biting my tongue to stop myself from cussing.“Hmm, go sleep on the couch. You’re tiny enough to fit anywhere,” he mumbled with his face buried in the pillow.I groaned silently and walked over to my desk. I had to use my laptop because I had some pending work. And withou

Lavender:"I didn't know you had a boyfriend," he clicked his tongue, trying to look disappointed."One would think a sister would think twice or at least ask her brother's permission to date someone, but no!" he sighed dramatically."He is not my boyfriend, and I don't need anyone's permission to do anything in my life. Now if you go back to the room—I’ll make breakfast for you later," I kept my tone all worked up until the last part, when my voice turned low and my energy dropped."Oh, now you want to make breakfast for me? Seems like the not-so-boyfriend is really special. Why are you hiding him from me?" he said, smirking and raising his eyebrow."Just please—" It came out the way I hoped it wouldn’t. I couldn’t let him meet Mathew and mess with him.“Fine,” he finally agreed and walked away. But his body language seemed so cocky, like he had caught me in some kind of illegal affair.After he was gone, I slowly opened the door and stepped out. Mathew looked happy to see me. His br

Nikon:After I was done with the whole day’s work, I finally had some “me time.” Sitting in my armchair and looking outside the window, I poured myself a shot of vodka. I deserve some peace.But my choice of comfort and peace meant reading or getting information on my enemies. In my hand was a small, vintage-style, red-covered diary. It had slipped out of the bags when the maids were packing them.I opened the diary and read the first sentence: “Today was a weird day. Uncle Ron made me take an extra shift even after I had returned from transferring blood.”I sighed as I realized Lavender was talking about giving blood to my fiancé.I kept reading and realized how hectic her life was—or how she made it to be.“My mom slapped me today because Normani didn’t like the fact that I looked better than her in the old dress that I bought myself. I didn’t even waste a good money on it. But they were angry that I was spending my money on my comfort, which isn’t true. I don’t do that. They know,

Lavender:"No, I'm not going anywhere with you. You are not dragging me back to that cage," I refused to let him take me back to that horrible place. Sure, this place wasn’t any better. But at least I could fight or have a moment of peace."I don't remember allowing you to say no," he tilted his head, making my eyes land on the blood on his shirt. He sighed when he realized what I was looking at.He had put his coat back on after he probably killed those men. I wouldn’t put it past him.He looked so casual that it was scary.The tall man in a black suit with a white shirt covered in blood was towering over me with a gun sticking out of his pants—it felt like a scene from a horror movie.“Allowing me? I’m sorry, what am I, a child?” I hissed, though deep down, there was always this fear that I’d make him so mad he’d point the gun at me.Again.“I am going back to my home, and I’m saying this again—you will not drag me back to that place, your palace,” I said since he just kept staring