บททั้งหมดของ My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Later that evening, I found myself walking beside Carol into the newly opened Stanford Theatre. The place was glowing — warm lights, velvet curtains, a long queue of students waiting for tickets.Carol insisted we come watch something light, saying it was a small reward for surviving the year’s exams.“I’m thankful we’re done with all that reading madness,” she said, bumping her shoulder into mine playfully. “Now, you don’t have to worry about school while taking care of your mum.”“You are saying it like we are done with school entirely. Our second year is just around the corner.” I said as we walked side by side.“Yeah. Glad to know you won’t be entering your second year with those nerd glasses anymore.” She joked. I eyed her.“What? I only noticed you don’t wear those big hideous glasses anymore, and…” her eyes traced my features, “Your dressing sense is starting to change too. In a good way, I mean. I love that.”I was currently dressed in a fitted white tank top and black joggers

I stood quietly as my mother’s eyes darted between John and me, searching for an explanation. Her brows knitted in concern.“Nothing’s wrong,” John said easily, his tone too controlled to be casual. “I was giving her some fatherly advice about her chosen. Zayne.”My mother relaxed a little, though her eyes didn’t lose that suspiciousness. “Want to see me, darling?” John asked and walked up to her, placing a tender kiss on her jaw. “You look so beautiful this morning.”My mother smiled. “I didn’t find you in your room so I thought to check on you here. And I’m curious, when is Jeremy coming home? I’ve missed seeing him around, even though he barely comes home.” She chuckled.Hearing his name after the recent discussion with his father made my chest tighten. I started to walk past them. “Thank you for the advice, Dad. I will take them seriously.” I feigned a sweet smile, not minding that my mother’s eyes were on me as I left the study.It wasn’t long before she found me in the kitchen.

“I told Benny I would wait when she said you left for the election show-up. I’ve been waiting for the past three hours.” Zayne said to me, standing there with a red bouquet in his hand and a look that showed soberness. “For you.” Benny- our butler, passed just then. She threw a small smile our way, then went inside. I thought I missed Zayne. Heck, I thought about him throughout yesterday, wondering if that was the end of us because he hadn’t reached out after he left me at Carol’s five days ago. But seeing him now… The fondness was still there but there were no butterflies in my belly like I expected. And that brought the question- Did I even love Zayne at all? “Hey,” I gave a polite smile at the same time realization dawned on me. I had only accepted Zayne because I thought he had his emotions in check and knew what he wanted. I didn’t want him for him, but for the idea of him in my head. I wanted Zayne because he made me feel safe and wanted at first. I wanted him becaus

I took my time dressing up the next morning, pretending I didn’t care, but my trembling hands betrayed me.Every time I tried to clasp my earring, it slipped from my fingers. I must’ve stared at my reflection for a solid minute before realizing I was still practicing the same sentence again,“Mom said you should attend your Dad’s event.” It sounded stiff every time. I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. Why was my voice shaking? Why was I even nervous? and why was overly conscious of my blue round neck and jeans?The drive to Jeremy’s mansion felt like an emotional torture. I kept rehearsing what to say, trying to sound normal. Calm. Unbothered. I wasn’t sure which of those words even applied to me anymore.By the time I parked, my heartbeat was in my throat. I picked my phone and dialed Zayne. Maybe hearing his voice would redirect my head from obsessing over dealing with Jeremy.And I was also curious about the DNA issue which still felt surreal to me by the way. His number hadn’t

~Teyana’s POV~Carol was already sprawled on my bed when I came out of the closet, tugging at the hem of my dress for the fifth time.“You’ve finally learned taste,” she teased, eyes twinkling. “I swear, this new version of you is a lot more fun. The old Teyana would never wear something this hot.”I smiled faintly, though it barely reached my eyes. “Guess people change.” It was my stepfather’s political grand event tonight.She didn’t notice how I kept fidgeting. My fingers were trembling slightly as I adjusted the strap of my dress again. Ever since I left Jeremy’s house two days ago, my mind hadn’t stopped spinning. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel his arms around me, the smell of him, the way his voice softened when he said my name.I’d told my mother when I got back home that Jeremy insisted he wouldn’t come to the event. She had looked disappointed, but honestly, I’m happy he wouldn’t show up.I didn’t even think I could be around him and be logical any longer.Ca