Semua Bab Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Bab 61 - Bab 70

EVELYN It was as if we had both passed out after the most intense, and mind-shattering moment of our lives. My body felt weightless, floating between exhaustion and bliss, my legs tangled with his as if they had forgotten how to exist without him. Every nerve ending still hummed with electricity, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me with each breath I took.We reeked of dried sweat from everything we had done. His arm was still draped around my waist, possessive even in sleep, his fingers curled slightly against my stomach like he was afraid to let go. The rhythm of his breathing tickled the back of my neck, a reminder that he was still by my side, that this wasn't some fever dream I had slipped into. The scent of his cologne, mixed with sweat and something uniquely him, surrounded me like an alluring cloud I never wanted to escape.For a moment, I let myself bask in it, in the raw aftermath of whatever this was between us. My body ached in places I hadn't even known could ach

EVELYN My body reacted before my mind could catch up. My ass shot up from the chair, my right hand flying to cover my mouth as I choked out, "Excuse me." My voice was barely a whisper, strained and uneven. My heels clicked against the polished floors, my dress billowing behind me as I bolted toward the grand staircase. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran anywhere. All I knew was that I needed to get out of that dining hall before my stomach betrayed me in front of Mike's entire family.The nausea had crept up without warning."Mike, go with her," a firm voice commanded from the table. His mother, I presumed.On my way, I met the matron whose piercing gaze had been dissecting me all evening, with her perfectly manicured nails giving orders.I heard his chair dragged against the floor, the hurried shuffle of his footsteps following behind me. His voice, laced with concern, echoed through the open space. "Evie, wait—"But I didn't stop. My only focus was reaching a restroom bef

DAVEI was burning, scorching in a rage so fierce it could bring cities to ashes. Watching her with another man was like swallowing fire, each second searing through my patience. And she knew. She damn well knew I couldn’t stand the sight of her entertaining another man, yet she never listened. She toyed with my limits like a child playing with a matchstick near gasoline, ignorant or maybe just reckless enough to test the explosion.If not for the spy camera necklace I so generously draped around her neck, pretending to her like it was a thoughtful gift, she might have ended up in bed with that grinning bastard. I didn’t need to hear their conversation, but his expression said it all. The way his eyes flickered with satisfaction, the casual lean of his body, and the smug tilt of his lips were enough to make my blood roar. I could picture his filthy thoughts, the silent agenda behind his lingering gaze. If I hadn’t rung the intercom when I did, my sister-slash-woman would have been mo

EVELYN Dehydration gnawed at my throat, leaving it dry and parched as if I'd been wandering in a desert for days. My body ached for a chilled glass of water, something to soothe the discomfort clawing at me.Dragging myself out of my room, I padded downstairs, the dim glow of the hallway lights guiding me through the quiet house. The familiar creaks of the wooden staircase beneath my feet seemed louder today. But as I reached the last step, a sharp and angry voice cut through my ear like a blade.Dad's voice. And he was shouting.I froze, gripping the railing as unease crept up my spine. Dad never shouted. He was the definition of a perfect gentleman— composed, rational, and always taking things gently. For him to be raising his voice like this, something bad must have happened. Something really bad.My fingers tightened around the railing, my breath shallow, and the cool wood pressing against my palm. The water I had so desperately craved moments ago was forgotten, replaced by a cur

EVELYN Do I give a fuck about his empty threats? Absolutely not.To hell with him.Let him run his mouth like a broken tap. Let him play his games, thinking he's got me cornered. I don't care. His intimidation tactics are nothing but desperate attempts to regain control. The manipulation, the veiled warnings, the subtle reminders of what he could do if I stepped out of line lost their power over me. I've spent too long cowering under his expectations and fears.What I do care about is why Mike's phone keeps sending me to voicemail.My stomach churned with every failed attempt. I've called him more times than I can count, and every time, the same robotic voice greets me: The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.Then, the beep.A cruel sound that reminds me how distant he feels. Each unanswered call added another fracture to my already crumbling composure.I don't understand. He should've picked up by now. Even if he's mad, eve