My Stepbrother Got Me Pregnant의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

ChristinaI descended the stairs with Kai’s small hand in mine.My gown trailing behind me like a shadow.The moment my heels touched the bottom step, I felt it — Hunter’s gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade.He was standing in the centre of it all.People surrounded him. Investors. Politicians. Family friends.Yet somehow his eyes locked onto me.The conversation around him seemed to disappear.For one brief moment, something flashed across his face.Something dangerous.Something that looked almost like relief.Then it vanished.Just like that.The warmth disappeared.The light in his eyes died.And the cold, indifferent mask returned.He looked at me like I was just another guest.Like last night had never happened.I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and forced a polite smile as I joined the crowd.“Chris!” Lisa’s excited voice rang out.She rushed toward me in a shimmering beige gown and pulled me into a tight hug.She looked radiant. Glowing.“Finally… Thank god you

Christina“Come with me,” Hunter commanded.My brows shot up.Every single guest in the hall was staring at us.This wasn’t hidden behind closed doors anymore.He was gripping my hand right in front of hundreds of people — in front of his mother.In front of his fiancée.“It’s okay… You don’t need to do that,” I said, trying to pull my hand away.“Shhh…” he hushed me softly but his grip was iron.He took the ice pack and pressed over my bruising skin.His eyes fixed into mine.“If he ever touches you again,” he murmured, loud enough for me to hear, “I will rip his hand off and gift-wrap it for his father.”He whispered and walked away.Like he would actually do that.of course he would.The music resumed and the crowd slowly returned to their conversations.The engagement night eventually ended.The next morning, I stepped onto the balcony with a cup of coffee and froze.But the moment I looked down into the garden, my heart twisted violently.There they were.Hunter and Lisa, in the m

Hunter I stood on the stage in my maroon tuxedo, the white shirt underneath perfectly crisp.Lisa stood beside me in her elaborate wedding gown.Smiling nervously for the guests.The elite of the city packed the grand hall.My eyes cut through the sea of faces, scanning every aisle, every entrance, every shadow.Everyone had come.Politicians, rival CEOs, fake friends, high-society sharks.Everyone except the only two people who mattered.Chris was nowhere to be seen.Neither was Kai.“Congratulations on your upcoming vows, Hunter,” a guest said, shaking my hand.I gave him a razor-thin, practiced nod.Congratulations for a wedding that is never fucking happening."Hunter... Do you think she's actually coming?" Lisa murmured beside me. Her knuckles white as she gripped her bouquet. "It's getting late. The ceremony is supposed to start in ten minute

ChristinaI stood alone at the cremation site.Everyone else had already left. Only my mother’s ashes remained and me.My heart felt strangely hollow—like the nightmare I had dreaded for years had finally come true.There was nothing left to lose.Nothing left to fear.I just wanted a few quiet seconds with her before the rest of the world tried to tear off another piece of me.Then the sky cracked open.Cold rain began to fall in heavy sheets, streaking down my face, dripping from my chin onto the ground.I didn’t move.I didn't care if it drowned me.Suddenly, a heavy weight settled over my shoulders—a dark wool coat carrying familiar warmth.I turned.Hunter stood behind me in a white shirt that was already soaked through, clinging to his chest and shoulders.Rain ran down his face, but his eyes never left mine.“When did you come?” I asked, voice barely above the rain.I never thought he would show up here.Not for her. Not for this.His lips curved into that familiar, painful hal

ChristinaHis hands gripped my ass hard and shoved my legs up against my chest.He drove into me in one deep, brutal thrust.The only thing I could feel was him — thick, hot, and relentless — stretching me open and filling every empty place inside me until there was no room left for air.With every hard stroke my body bounced on the couch.My head kept slamming against the backrest.The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.His cock reached so deep I could feel the blunt pressure in my stomach.He had stretched me completely, inside and out, until my walls fluttered helplessly around him.I never knew I wanted it this badly.Funeral. Marriage. Running away.All of it disappeared.His hands roughly gripped my breasts, covered with his bite marks like an art.The moment his fingers began slowly circling my butthole, a sharp current shot through my entire body.Only he knew how deep those soft, hidden creases around my butthole truly were.The second his skin touched them, my body sh