All Chapters of I ACCIDENTALLY KISSED MY HOT STEPBROTHER : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52 Aurora returned to the boutique the next morning with a calm determination. The sun was bright, but her mood was steady—cordial purpose replacing the fear that had driven her for so long. Behind her, the boutique’s gold-plated sign glinted mockingly, but Aurora no longer saw it as a symbol of her mother’s control. It was simply a building. A shop. Nothing more. Inside, Madame Blackwood was already at her desk, tapping away on her phone. She looked up at Aurora’s entrance, eyebrows rising in faint surprise. “Back early, darling. I expected you at the gala dress fitting.” Aurora closed the door gently behind her and walked forward, her uniform plain against the boutique’s lavish surroundings. “I won’t be attending, Mother.” Madame Blackwood’s fingers froze on the keys. She lowered her phone and studied her daughter. “You won’t be attending? But the entire Milan fashion circle will be there. It’s a crucial networking event.” Her tone was measured, polite, but Aurora sen

Aurora stepped off the transport truck and blinked in the harsh midday sun. The field hospital tents lay stretching across a dusty clearing. Everywhere she looked, she saw reminders of why she had come.She tightened her scrub top and squared her shoulders. Today was different. No uniforms of Florence. No boutiques. No rumors. Today was about this moment.She spotted Liam across the courtyard, unloading medical supplies from a box truck. His flight jacket hung over one arm. His dark hair was hidden under a cap, but she recognized his gait. That easy confidence.Her heart fluttered.She told herself it was just relief. Friend relief. No sparks. No past. Just catching up.Liam looked up. His gaze found her instantly. The world seemed to hush around them. His lips curved in a small, surprised smile. He stepped closer.“Aurora,” he said softly. “You made it.”She nodded, voice tight. “I did.”He offered a salute, playful. She returned it.They stood between rows of stretchers and tents. D

Chapter 55The morning sun was pale and gentle as Aurora stepped out of the field hospital tent. Birds chirped faintly in the olive groves beyond the camp. For the first time, she felt a moment of calm.Liam was already waiting by the truck, leaning against the side with two cups of steaming coffee in hand. He spotted her and his face broke into a bright smile.Aurora returned the smile shyly. She smoothed her scrub top and took the cup from him. The warmth seeped into her fingers and heart.“Good morning,” he said softly.“Good morning,” she replied. The words tasted sweet and new.They walked together toward the grove of olive trees at the far edge of the camp. The morning air was cool and carried the scent of damp earth and wild rosemary.They found a fallen log like the day they first talked here. Liam set his cup on a flat stone. Aurora sat and he settled beside her. Their shoulders touched, a small spark of comfort.“I thought since we survived yesterday I owe you breakfast,” Li

Liam spent the next morning on edge. He arrived early at the helipad, already dressed in his flight suit, heart pounding before the first light glimmered on the rotors. He scanned the tents where Aurora and Elena worked. Aurora was nowhere to be seen—she was on rounds, he had been told—but Elena stood beside the medevac truck, helmet in hand, as if waiting just for him.He squared his shoulders and approached the chopper. “Lieutenant,” he said, voice curt.She lifted her gaze and offered a crisp salute. Her green eyes held something more—warmth? Hope? He couldn’t tell. He swallowed and returned her salute.“Sergeant,” she replied. “Thank you for the briefing yesterday.”He nodded. He had no intention of encouraging small talk. He wanted to keep this strictly professional.Elena tossed her helmet onto the truck’s hood. “I improved the drill plan. I moved the evac routes closer to the tents. I thought it might save time.”Liam looked at her, torn between admiration and caution. She was

Elena slammed the tent flap behind her and burst into the dusty twilight. Tears stung her eyes, hot and relentless. She pressed a hand to her mouth as sobs shook her shoulders. The air was cool, but she felt burned from the inside.She stumbled toward the edge of camp, digging her phone from a pocket. Hands shaking, she typed a quick message to Lucas:I need you. Urgent. Please come get me.She hit send and sank onto a wooden crate, head bowed. Minutes passed like hours. The camp lanterns flickered. A helicopter droned in the distance. But there was no reply.Elena swallowed her fear and rose. She needed to move. With one final glance at the tents where Liam and Aurora worked together, she slipped into the darkening road beyond the perimeter.She walked with purpose, phone in hand, waiting for Lucas’s pickup. She had called him so many times over the years—he was her anchor, her laughter, her safe place. Tonight she needed him more than ever.A rumble of an engine made her look up. Br