All Chapters of Inlove with my stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun was brutal, the kind of heat that made your back sweat the moment you stepped outside. I had barely reached campus when Zara appeared beside me, swinging her braids over one shoulder like she was in a hair commercial.“You look like someone’s guilty conscience,” she said, squinting at me through her tinted shades.“I slept late.”Zara gave me a knowing look. “Was it the mystery man again?”I paused.She grinned. “I knew it. Spill.”We found our usual spot behind the library—a shady bench away from the main walkways. It was quiet, semi-private, and perfect for the kind of conversations we always had when no one was listening.I exhaled. “It’s getting weird, Zara. He said something last night and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”Zara leaned forward like I just told her I kissed a celebrity.“What’d he say?”“He said… maybe we’ve already met.”Her eyebrows shot up. “Wait—what?! Girl, that’s not weird. That’s hot. Like, soulmates-in-secret hot.”“Or stalker-level creepy,” I mu

Amaya kicked off her sneakers at the front door, her entire body aching from the weight of the day. College had drained her, mentally and emotionally. Her phone sat heavy in her pocket, not from its physical weight but from the silence she couldn’t escape. Still no reply. No message. Not even a damn “seen.” He just disappeared.She sighed deeply and pushed open the door to the kitchen. The scent of garlic and butter clung to the air like a warm blanket.“Amaya?” her mum’s voice called. “You’re back?”“Yeah, just got in,” she muttered, dragging her feet toward the stairs.“I made pasta, your favorite,” her mum added from the kitchen.Amaya paused, her stomach reminding her she hadn’t eaten all day. She turned, trudged up the stairs to her room, and peeled off her jeans and hoodie, replacing them with a tank top and shorts. Her fingers hovered over her phone before she stuffed it into her back pocket and headed back downstairs.The pasta was still hot. Creamy, cheesy, and probably made

It had been a full month since Amaya’s life flipped — a month of Zara’s wild teasing, her mother’s bridal fittings, and endless prep that Amaya barely cared about. The big day finally came, and despite all her silent protests, she stood near the back of the small hall dressed in soft lilac chiffon, surrounded by family, music, and a love she didn’t quite believe in.She should’ve felt something. Excitement, maybe. Hope. Relief that her mom was finally finding happiness again. But no — Amaya just felt… distracted.Her eyes kept going to her phone, tucked in the folds of her purse. No new messages. Not even a typing indicator. Not a single sign of life from the one person who had consumed her mind for weeks.The wedding ceremony was simple and elegant. Her mother, glowing in white satin, looked ten years younger. Richard, tall and charming in a dark suit, looked every bit the kind of man who wrote love poems and believed in forever. Amaya just clapped when expected, posed for the pictur

Amaya stayed in the bathroom longer than necessary. She had splashed water on her face, not because she was hot, but because her mind was a mess.Everything felt off.The way Jaxon looked at her. The way her stomach fluttered when their eyes met. The way his arms wrapped around her like they belonged there.He’s my stepbrother. She kept repeating the words in her head like a chant. But it didn’t help.With a sigh, she adjusted her dress in the mirror, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and pushed the bathroom door open.She gasped.Jaxon was still there, leaning against the opposite wall, hands in his pockets like he was waiting.Her heart jumped. “You’re still here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral as she stepped out slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last.Her eyes couldn’t help but roam over him.Subthoughts whispered like a breeze she couldn’t shake.God, he’s hot.Tall. Strong jawline. The slight curve of his lips like he knew something no one else did.T

“Amaya!” Her mother’s voice rang out from the room.Amaya sighed, dragging her tired legs off the bed. She had just settled in after a long day. Couldn’t she get a moment of peace?She pushed open the door to her mom’s room. “Yes, Mum?”Her mother was standing by the wardrobe with a small pile of neatly folded towels in her hand.“I got some new towels today. Can you take these to Jaxon’s room?”Amaya blinked. “Why me? Can’t he come get it himself?”“Because I asked you,” her mom said, gently but firmly. “He’s probably in his room resting. Just go drop them off.”Amaya muttered under her breath, “Sure, make me the family delivery girl,” but she took the towels anyway.She walked slowly down the hallway, staring at the towels like they were bricks. As she reached Jaxon’s door, she paused and knocked lightly. No answer.She knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.Maybe he wasn’t inside.She pushed the door open just a bit and peeked. The room was dim, sunlight peeking through th