Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Stepbrother Got Me Pregnant: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ChristinaThey say babies start moving around the sixteenth week—sometimes later if it’s your first pregnancy.But mine started earlier.And ever since I moved into this house… I swear I feel my baby more.Like it knows. Like it reacts to him.I was lying on my bed, reading, when the door creaked open.My stomach dropped. I didn’t even need to look up. I already knew who it was.Shit. I shoved the book under the quilt. I should’ve remembered Hunter could walk into any damn room he wanted.He stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him with that soft click that always made me tense.His steps were slow, deliberate.“You’re still awake?” His voice was low. Rough from exhaustion. He sat down beside me. Close enough that the bed dipped under his weight. “Were you waiting for me?”I pushed the book further. now half under my thigh. I kept my expression blank.“Why would I?” I said flatly. “Why are you even here?”I needed him gone.Before he caught what I was reading.Before he notic

Christina I puked into the toilet and before I could even lift my head, Hunter’s hand was already in my hair. He held it back. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of—getting caught with my symptoms. He crouched beside me. His brows creased with concern. He’d already asked me about my period cramps yesterday. I hoped he wouldn't connect the links. “You should’ve gone to a doctor. You’re pale as hell.” he said. His voice was tight with worry. I shoved his hand away and rinsed my mouth with water. “Shut up,” I muttered and turned to leave but he caught my wrist and yanked me closer. “If you won’t listen,” His breath brushed my ear. “I’ll have to make you.” His voice was desperate like he was holding himself back. His body heat pressed against my back. “Hunter…” I breathed and glanced around the tiny cabin. “We’re in the flight washroom. Anyone could walk in. Mom. Uncle Carter.” He smirked, leaning closer. “You say that like we haven’t fucked in a flight washroom

Christina“Hunter…” I shouted. But I couldn't even see any movement in the water. We came so far that I could hardly see any other waterjet around.“Hunter.. Stop fucking joking..” My scream tore through the air. He vanished beneath the waves.Panic gripped me. Even if I didn’t love him, I couldn’t stand the thought of him drowning.My blood ran cold.I didn’t want him to die.I clenched my fist, my nails digging my palm. What if he really drowned himself.Lately, I had seen him doing the things he never did. I had no other option than jumping into the sea.I dove in after him, cutting through the cold water. “Hunter! Hunter!”Moments later, he burst from the surface. He laughed loudly.My blood boiled to see him laughing.“You said you hate me. Then what was that? You were scared as hell.”“I hate you even more,” I gritted out. “You are the worst person I have ever seen.”His hands framed my face. Forehead pressed against mine. “Why won’t you accept it, Chris? You still love me. You

HunterWe gathered at the dining table for lunch.Chris sat beside Asher, laughing at something he said.My stomach twisted so hard I couldn’t even look at my plate. Every giggle cut into me like a blade.“Hunter… you’re not eating.” Melania gestured at my plate.I forced a smile. It felt fake.My appetite died the moment I saw Chris leaning toward Asher. My heart shattered every time her shoulder brushed his.How could I eat when everything was falling apart? This is not what I planned.Chris didn’t look at me once. I didn’t exist for her. She focused on her food and on him.Dad wiped his mouth and let out a happy sigh. “Somebody pinch me,” he said. His eyes moved between all four of us. “This feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”Melania nodded. “It does.”Wonderful.He had no idea what hell I was sitting in.He was thinking exactly what I feared.A future where Asher and Chris belonged together.A future where I wasn’t part of her story at all.Over my dead body.Chris would marry me. Not

ChristinaThe sand rushed up fast.By the time our feet touched the ground, my hands were still knotted in Hunter’s shirt. I didn’t remember reaching for him. I only knew he hadn’t let go once—not when the wind screamed, not when my knees shook, not even when the harness slackened.His arms stayed tight around me, like he was afraid I’d vanish the second the ropes came off.I stepped away the moment I could breathe again.Mom and Uncle Carter were already walking toward us.“Hunter… Chris?” Mom’s brows pulled together. “You two went together?”Hunter opened his mouth.Yes, Auntie,” he started, stepping closer to her.“Mom,” I cut in quickly. My heart was still racing. “I got scared of the height. Hunter just… helped me calm down.”The words tasted wrong.But I said them anyway.I told myself I was protecting the peace.The truth was simpler—I was afraid of what Hunter would do if I didn’t.Mom’s face softened. “Oh. That’s good, then.”Relief loosened something in my chest.Then her g