Semua Bab Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Bab 41 - Bab 50

EVELYN I don’t know why these tears wouldn’t stop coming. My throat felt tight and no matter how much I blinked, the hot sting behind my eyes refused to fade. I felt so helpless without him.Dave was gone. My sweet sexual brother.I kept telling myself I’d be fine, that I didn’t need him, that life would go on the way it always did. But my body refused to listen. It curled into itself, my chest aching with an emptiness I didn’t know how to fill. The tattoos on me looked like they gree bigger. The room felt colder, the silence too loud. I had convinced myself that love wasn’t supposed to feel like this since I didn't only chase him away, I also insulted him, so it was normal. But the truth? The truth was that I had wanted him to stay.And now, I was left with nothing but the hollow space he used to occupy.Then, my phone vibrated.For a moment, I just stared at it, my hands shaking as I reached for the device. It was Mike.Please let's meet up by 5:00 PM.I let out a dry laugh, shakin

EVELYN The first thing I became aware of was warmth, soft and continuous warmth beneath my cheek. My senses stirred with my mind slowly climbing out of sleep’s grasp and that’s when I felt it. His firm hand was resting lazily on my waist. One of my knees, tucked between his legs, dangerously close to his— oh. My knee was actually raising his balls.A sharp inhale hitched in my throat. How did I end up like this?I blinked my eyes open, and morning light poured through the massive windows and the golden curtains, casting a radiant hue across the luxurious room. His chest rose and fell beneath my head in a rhythmic motion, regular and unbothered. His breathing was deep and peaceful.Had he done something to me? Cast some kind of magic spell on me? Because there was no way I would’ve fallen asleep so deeply without realizing it was already morning. Or maybe it was the bed, the softest and most indulgent thing I had ever laid on. It cradled me like a cloud and like a promise of sweet dre

EVELYN I was expecting a disastrous ending, but he proved me wrong.Before the dinner, I had mentally prepared myself for disappointment. After the way he had so gracefully dodged every green light I threw at him, I had already concluded that today would end with me stomping back to my room, frustrated beyond words. But instead, here I was, holding a Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 5, my heart doing this weird little dance in my chest.The device gleamed under the room’s light. It was as if it shone brighter than the stars. I didn't know what made me happier. Was it the phone? Or was it the fact that I knew I could have things like this? That I could be spoiled? That I could live a life where a man would walk into a store, drop an insane amount of money, and hand me something I never even imagined owning, just because he wanted to make me happy?The price alone would have covered nearly all my dad’s debt, if not all. I remembered passing by these displays in stores, glancing briefly before wa

EVELYNA strange sensation crawled over my skin, dragging me out of sleep. It wasn’t the soft brush of the sheets or the warmth of my own body heat, it was something else. A foreign tingling, sharp and deliberate, moved over my skin like a whisper laced with warning.Another sharp sting sliced across my chest.I gasped, my body jerking awake, my eyes flying open to the blue-lit room.For a second, my mind couldn’t process what I was seeing.Dave.He stood beside my bed, completely naked, his face unreadable, his posture relaxed as if he was doing what was right. In one hand was a thin leather strips flogger swaying slightly from movement. In the other, a small electric teaser, the faintest blue light pulsing from the tip.The sight of him like this casual in his possession of me sent my pulse into chaos.“What the hell is going on?” My voice cracked, thick with sleep, and something I refused to name.He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Are you for real

EVELYNLaughter filled the living room, warm and unfiltered, bouncing off the walls like a hot ball. The familiar scent of Dad's coffee spilled in the air, mixing with the coconut and vanilla fragrance from Mom's favorite diffuser.Dad was in one of his usual storytelling moods, seated in his favorite old leather armchair, the one with the slight cut from years of sitting in the exact same spot. He was recounting some ridiculous memory from his younger days, his hands telling the story as much as his words. His voice carried the energy of a man who still saw himself as a young youth, despite the silver strands creeping into his dark hair and the laugh lines that etched deeply around his eyes. I sat cross-legged on the couch, fully engaged and smiling so hard that my cheeks burnt and must’ve turned red."And then, there was a day your grandfather came storming in and caught me red-handed, and you know what he did?" “What?” I asked curiously.Dad leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with