All Chapters of WANTING MY STEP—BROTHER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Melanie My cheeks burned as I watched Dante take a step forward.“You need to leave,” I said boldly. “Don’t make call the—““The what— the lady who is fucking aware of my visit.”“No one is going to save your from me or stop me from being here,”I gulped, my eyes avoiding him. Did he plan to kill me here or was he just here to act like a shadow. I didn’t know which one it was so I decided to play it safe and ask him questions.“Your idea of a death sentence doesn’t sound authentic,” I spoke up.“Cliche murder in the spa room is boring.” I added. “It might be boring to you but fun to me. Imagine the joy I would feel after I pushed you off the balcony.”His words made me quiver and he noticed, smirking in response. I shook my head, stepping backwards.“Stay away from me or I will scream,”“Relax Guai,” he said with a slimy grin. “I’m actually not here to take your life in a resort my father owns. It will only implicate me.”“So why are you here?” I asked, my voice steadier

MelanieA few days slipped by, and honestly, the wildest thing wasn’t anything I did. It was Dante. He had suddenly unlocked a new character development arc.Dante had kept his distance. And by distance, I don’t mean he stayed away…God forbid the universe gave me that peace. No, he was still there. Lurking. Watching. Breathing the same damn air as me. He just… didn’t speak to me. Not a word. Not even one of his soul-piercing, spine-tingling insults. It was like something had shifted since the spa incident. He was colder, sharper. And, not that I cared really, I didn’t but the silence felt louder than his usual roughness.I told myself it was better this way. If Dante didn’t speak, I wouldn’t say anything that would get me in trouble. If Dante didn’t speak, I wouldn’t end up pinned against walls with my robe hanging halfway off. Simple math. Peaceful math. Except… Why the hell did I hate it? Why did I catch myself wanting him to just bark at me, or smirk, or something? Ugh. Stupid bra

Melanie“You didn’t have to save me, you know,” I said as we walked out of the party. My pulse was still drumming from the chaos m that had happened , from the way Dante had smashed his fists into that guy’s face like he was trying to erase him from existence.We were close to his bike now, the metallic beast gleaming under the faint streetlights. He swung one leg over it effortlessly, like the damn machine was part of him. I stood there with my arms crossed.“Hop on,”“I’m not doing that,” I added firmly, lifting my chin. “You’re not going to ignore me and expect me to obey your orders all the time. I’m going back to my friends,”Dante didn’t even flinch. He just stared at me with those unreadable eyes. “The same friends that couldn’t take care of you?” he asked flatly.That hit like a slap. My lips parted, but nothing came out. He had a point—I hated that he had a point.“Yeah. I thought so too.” His mouth twitched into the smallest, coldest smirk. Then he tilted his head toward th

DanteGuilt.That fucking emotion I thought I’d buried a long time ago clawed its way back into me tonight. Walking out of Melanie’s room, leaving her there with that soft look in her eyes, I felt it settle heavy in my chest. It was like a goddamn anchor dragging me down.If I hadn’t let my anger take over, I wouldn’t have driven so fast and knocked us both into a ditch. I was back to thinking of the what ifs. What if things went worse and she got hurt.Fuck! I was caring about her.Melanie was once again reminding me I wasn’t this cold bastard I’d built myself into.But the feeling of guilt didn’t last like everything else, guilt was fleeting. By the time I reached my room I was swallowing up the usual feeling I was familiar with—self-loathing. I was back to regretting my actions. Back to reminding myself that I wasn’t built to feel. I wasn’t supposed to feel.But I knew this was way out myControl now because every time I touched her, every time her fucking lips parted aro

MelanieMy heart was beating like a malfunctioning drumline inside my chest. No, scratch that—it was more like a toddler with too much sugar banging on a saucepan. Every thump echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t tell if it was fear, guilt, or the undeniable fact that Federico’s hand was now cupping my cheek as though I were some fragile glass ornament about to shatter. Well, thank you Federico.“Melanie,” he called out and I heard Dante groan.Federico must have heard it too because his sharp eyes narrowed , like a hawk spotting prey before returning to me. I felt like the mouse trapped between two predators, except one of those predators also happened to make my knees weak and my brain short-circuit. Thanks a lot, Dante. Couldn’t you just be less… you?“I need you to tell me if what Juan is saying is true?” Federico’s voice was steady, calm, almost too calm for a man who might have just discovered that his son moonlighted as my potential murderer. His thumb moved brushing against my