Sleeping With My Billionaire Step-Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Rafael:"Boss, are you seriously still wallowing in bed at seven in the morning because some woman didn't text you back?" Marcus's voice cut through my half-conscious haze like a rusty blade. "And here I thought Rafael Velmera was supposed to be untouchable."The duvet disappeared from my body with one swift yank, and I found myself staring at Marcus's irritatingly smug face. The bastard was enjoying this way too much.Last night had been torture. I'd stared at my phone like some lovesick teenager, waiting for a message that never came. Me. Waiting for a woman. The irony wasn't lost on me, and it sure as hell wasn't lost on Marcus either."Should I go ahead and cancel all your meetings then?" Marcus continued, his tone dripping with mock concern. "I'll tell the board that the almighty Rafael Velmera, terror of Wall Street, couldn't make it to work because a woman he slept with at a bar didn't give him the validation he desperately needed."A pillow flew across the room before I could

Fiona:I sat in the sterile office Marcus had led me to, my fingers drumming against the glass table as minutes crawled by like hours. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. I was very angry at Dustin and Paige, but I don’t care about them right now.“Where was Rafael? And why had that man, the one whose touch still haunted my dreams, looked at me like he'd seen a ghost?”Something was wrong. The way he'd stumbled over his words, the way Marcus had called him "boss" with such casual familiarity, the way security had parted like the Red Sea the moment he appeared. The expensive Rolls Royce that had seemed familiar somehow.My chest tightened with a creeping dread I couldn't name.For years, I'd refused to look up my step-brother, I didn’t even care to know his name, knowing the name alone made my skin crawl, representing everything I'd run from, everything I'd lost. But sitting here, staring at the closed door, my fathe

Fiona:The fake identity card stared back at me like a mockery—my face trapped behind lies, my entire existence reduced to a fiction someone else had written. Fiona Delacruza. Even the name felt foreign on my tongue, like swallowing glass."Why do you like shouting? You need to calm down and listen." Rafael's voice cut through my rage like a blade, that infuriating control never wavering."And why do you keep telling me to calm down?" I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or throw something at his perfect face. "You've erased me. You've literally erased who I am!"I kicked at the papers, sending them scattering further across the polished floor. Work permits, background checks, references—all lies. All carefully constructed deceptions that painted me as someone I'd never been."My name is Fiona Velmera," I spat, my voice cracking on the syllables that had defined me for twenty-four years. "I am a fucking Velmera. You don't get to take that away from me."Something flickered across Rafael's fa

Rafael:Rafael's hands pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, his breath fogging the glass as he watched the Toyota Camry twenty floors below. Even from this distance, he could see her shoulders shaking."Shit," he muttered, his jaw clenching.The sight of Fiona breaking down in that pathetic car made something twist in his chest. Something he refused to acknowledge. She was hunched over the steering wheel like the weight of the world had finally crushed her, and he was the one who had delivered the final blow."Boss?" Marcus's voice cut through the silence. "You've been standing there for ten minutes."Rafael didn't turn around. "Have I?""Staring at the parking garage like it holds the secrets of the universe." Marcus moved closer, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. "Or maybe just watching a certain someone have a breakdown in a beat-up Camry.""I'm not watching anything.""Right. And I'm not your underpaid assistant who has to clean up after your emotional disasters.

Fiona:The box slipped from my numb fingers, landing with a dull thud on the concrete. I couldn't look at him. Couldn't breathe. The sight of Rafael standing there, blocking my only escape, made my chest burn with a rage so pure it felt like acid in my veins."Move your car," I managed to say. The words came out steadier than I felt. I didn't look at him, couldn't risk seeing whatever expression he wore. Pity would destroy me. Desire would be worse."Fiona, please." His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it, almost hesitant. "Just... give me a chance to explain. I can help you with this. I can talk to my father—our father—he listens to me."The vulnerability in his tone caught me off guard. This wasn't the predatory businessman who'd pinned me against his office wall. This was something else entirely."Help me?" I laughed bitterly, still not bending to pick up the box. "Like you helped me this morning when you told me I was legally dead? When you enjoyed watching me fall apart?"Som