Lahat ng Kabanata ng STEPBROTHERS WITH BENEFITS : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 136

“I know it was your boyfriend who leaked that video, but that happened because of you.”“That was years ago,” I said quickly.“That may have been years ago, but he still did it!” she snapped. “Do you even know how that ruined my life and my career? I didn’t just lose my job; I lost myself too!”Her breathing grew heavier as anger filled her voice.“Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room and see judgment in every person’s eyes? My privacy was completely violated, and even now, people still use that video as an excuse to disrespect me!”For a moment, all the anger I had brought with me disappeared. I knew where she was coming from. I had seen how she disappeared from the spotlight and slowly rebuilt herself from the lowest point of her life, just like I was trying to do now.But I never wanted that to happen to her… so why did I have to suffer for it?“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I tried to stop him. I didn’t think he would actually do it.”“Shut up!” she yelled

Three years later… It was a bright Sunday morning. I stretched my arms above my head and let out a long yawn before stepping out onto the small wooden terrace, a mug of coffee warming my hands. I sat down on the old bench beside the railing and watched the sun slowly climb over the mountains. From here, the view was breathtaking. Massive peaks stood proudly in the distance while a soft blanket of morning fog drifted through the valley below. I took a slow sip of my coffee and let my mind wander. Three years ago, I made a decision I once thought I would regret for the rest of my life: I terminated the remaining years of my contract with my agency and left the country. At the time, I told myself it would only be for a year. I just needed distance from everything. I needed time to breathe. I needed peace. Switzerland was supposed to be temporary, but the countryside had a different plan for me. I ended up falling in love with it more than I ever expected. The silence, the nature, an

My father.My hand immediately formed into a fist. He was standing there, staring at me. The simple clothes he wore were torn and filthy. His hair hung in tangled clumps, stiff and brittle, as if he hadn’t touched water in years. His eyes and lips were swollen, and dried blood crusted much of his face. Bruises covered every inch of his body.He barely looked like Clyden Salvador—the proud, successful, intimidating man I once knew. Instead, he looked like a beggar. Pathetic.And yet… I felt nothing but satisfaction.I walked toward him, keeping my expression calm.“What are you doing here?” I asked coldly.“Son… my son…” he murmured.I almost laughed. Son? I could hardly stomach the reality that he was, in fact, my father.“Don’t insult me with that, old man,” I spat back.“I… need your help,” he whimpered, clutching his stomach.He couldn’t even form words properly; his injuries and swollen lips made speech a struggle.“Who did this to you?” I demanded. “Who among the people you wrong