All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

I woke up this morning with a strange feeling. It’s the kind of feeling you get when you’re standing at the edge of something huge, something that could change everything, and all you can do is look down, wondering if you’re ready to take the leap.I’m still not sure I’m ready. But I know I can’t keep living this way. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine, that I can handle it. The pressure’s too much. The constant calls from myfather. The emails. The texts from people I used to call family. It’s all a reminder that I’m supposed to be something I don’t want to be.The problem is, I don’t know how to let go of it all. I sit at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in front of me, and stare at my phone. I can’t decide whether to answer or block the dozens of calls coming from my father’s lawyer. They don’t stop, it’s like they expect me to cave. Like they believe I’ll eventually come to my senses and go back to the life they’ve planned for me.But I can’t, I set my phone down and

I woke up with a strange tightness in my chest. It was not fear, but it was close. It felt like my heart was standing in the middle of a long road, one side pulling me forward, the other dragging me back. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the feeling, but it stayed. It sat heavy on my chest like a hand that would not move.Xander was still asleep beside me, his arm thrown over the pillow, his hair messy in that wild way that made him look both peaceful and strong at the same time. I watched him breathe, watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. Somehow that made the tightness ease a bit, just a bit.But the moment I reached for my phone on the table, the tightness came back even harder. There were five missed calls from my father. Three from his lawyer, two from Claire, ten messages, and six emails.And one short text from my father that made my chest burn. "We need you, stop this nonsense and come home."I closed my eyes. My father had always bee

The city outside my window seemed endless, stretching for miles under the pale blue sky. But it wasn’t the view that held my attention; it was the feeling that had settled deep in my chest. The same feeling that had been there for days, months, maybe, pushing and pulling me in every direction.I had turned off my phone, I had let go of the call. The one that could decide everything.I stood there, feeling the weight of the moment. My hand still hovered over the phone as if it would magically ring again, as if I could somehow undo the choice I had just made. But I couldn’t undo it.I turned away from the window and found Xander sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out, his eyes calm, watching me. Waiting."You okay?" he asked, his voice low.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. The silence between us felt heavy, but not in the way it had before. It wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It was like he understood, even without words.I let

The moment I hung up the phone with Claire, the silence in the room seemed deafening. I had made my choice, but the weight of it settled into my chest, heavy and uncertain. For so long, I had been living for others, my parents, the company, Claire, and now, for the first time, I was living for me.But was it enough? Was I strong enough to handle the consequences? I stood there, staring out the window, watching the city move beneath me as my thoughts spiraled. I felt lost, unsure of what to do next. The call with Claire was still ringing in my ears, her voice full of desperation, of hurt. But it wasn’t just her I was walking away from, it was everything. The life I thought I was supposed to live, the future that had been mapped out for me, the version of myself I had been playing for so long.It all felt like it was slipping through my fingers, and I wasn’t sure how to stop it.I heard Xander’s footsteps behind me, his presence so familiar, so grounding, that it made me feel momentaril

The moment I deleted my father's message, I felt a wave of relief, quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. It was like stepping off a cliff without knowing if there was solid ground below. I had made my decision, but now that it was made, I wasn't sure if I was ready for the consequences.Xander’s presence in the room was a steadying force, but the thoughts of my family and the life I was leaving behind still lingered, gnawing at me. I had chosen this, chosen to step away from the life my parents had meticulously planned for me. But even as I stood there, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had made the right choice.I looked over at Xander, who was leaning against the window, his back to me. His silhouette was framed by the soft light of the morning, and for a moment, I just watched him. The steady way he stood there, calm and confident, grounded me in a way that nothing else could."Xander," I said, breaking the silence, my voice carrying more hesitation than I wanted