All Chapters of My Hot Step Brother Wants Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

HasanI dreaded going back home. The very instant I walked through the doors, the air felt different, in a way I couldn’t quiet describe. I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and hesitated by the stairs. I knew Tatiana was home, perhaps it was her presence in the house that made the air feel different? I wasn’t quite sure.When I finally forced my feet to drag me upstairs, I noticed the door to Tatiana’s door creaked open. I stood by the stairs for a beat, just listening for a movement or anything. Nothing came, but I knew she was inside. After everything that happened at school today, the last thing I expected was to come home and find her here.I walked quietly to toward the door and although it was open, I knocked gently on her door, once the twice. When there was no response, I called out her name.“Tati,” I said softly, just loud enough to carry through the opening.There was a pause, then her voice. “Come in.”I walk through the open door slowly, unsure whether m

Tatiana“Hasan! Where are you running off t—”The words blur out as I stop at the balcony, a few feet away from the stairs, watching Hasan’s interaction with Mom. His shoulders look tense—more tense than they had been when he was freaking out over whatever he saw on his phone.Mom’s gaze meets mine, and I feel goosebumps all over me. Her stare is cold and full of disappointment, like they have been since the video leaked.She pulls her gaze away from me, and I watch her lips move before she walks past Hasan. Hasan turns, his gaze following Mom’s behind as she mounts the stairs, and when they finally collide with mine, he shrugs. I squint my eyes in a bid to communicate with him but quickly square my shoulders when Mom meets me at the balcony.“Why are you here?” she questions in a tone that would make even the toughest soldier vomit all war secrets.“Nothing. I saw your car pull up in the driveway, and I thought I’d come help with your bag,” I lie, unable to meet her gaze.Mom stares

TatianaAs soon as I heard Hasan’s car pull up in the driveway, I staggered downstairs. Emily had sent me a message sometime in the morning, where she detailed how Hasan had accused her of being the mastermind behind the video and the photos.I had been raging with anger, which subsided after a while, but with Hasan back, the anger came spiralling back a thousandfold.Emily was my best friend. My soul sister. We were moulded from the same clay, and I knew she would never do something like that, despite me having hurt her in the most despicable way. So, having Hasan accuse her of something so ruthless; when she has been nothing but understanding, is something I could not tolerate.I was already downstairs, and as soon as Hasan walked through the doors with his backpack thrown over his shoulder, I marched toward him. Standing close to him, I used all the strength I could muster and pushed him against his chest, but the asshole was too strong and too huge to even budge.“What the hell ar

TatianaThe words that spewed out my mouth burned in my chest, louder than the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t keep the fury bottled up any longer from when Hasan had defended Miss Treton and now that I overheard them flirting, it just enraged me more. “You want to fuck your teacher now? How shameless can you be?” Hasan’s ‘what-on-earth-are-you-on-about’ look felt like a knife twisting deeper into a wound that wouldn’t heal.“You think I want to sleep with her?” Hasan questioned, disbelieved etched on his face. He begins to walk out of the living room when I yelled after him, mimicking his tone. “You think I want to sleep with her?” I spat. “You just let her waltz into the house like she owns the place. You expect me to sit there and watch after you openly flirted with you and you sat there thinking with your lazy ass dick?”Hasan scoffed, the casual way he dismissed me only fuelled my anger more. “Taty, you’re crazy. She’s my tutor. OUR mom gave her the go ahead. Get over yourself

TatianaEmily’s face was crimson, her hands trembling at her sides. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath a dagger tearing through the fragile air between us.“You don’t know me at all,” she whispered first, her voice quivering. Then it cracked into something sharper. “You never knew me, did you?”I opened my mouth, but the apology got tangled with my shame. The words came out fractured and brittle. “Emily, I didn’t mean…”“Yes, you did!” she screamed, her voice slicing through the walls like glass shattering. “You meant every damn word. You’ve been sitting there, staring at me like I’m a criminal, doubting me, blaming me after everything I’ve done for you!”Her hysteria was so loud I didn’t realize my door had opened until I saw movement. Hasan appeared in the hallway, his expression unreadable. And then, behind him, Mom emerged from her bedroom, her robe wrapped tightly around her as if she had already been woken by the storm erupting in mine.“Girls?” Mom’s voice had a whip