บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Riley's pov I bit my lower lip as the cold air nipped at my skin. My knuckles throbbed from knocking for the third time. “Is she not home yet?” I muttered, considering whether to crawl through the window, when I finally heard the soft shuffle of movement inside. A grin spread across my face. My fingers curled tightly around my phone, barely containing the urge to bounce like I’d been doing all the way home. The door swung open. “Mom!” I cried, flinging myself into her arms. A tear slipped down my cheek. Finally, there was hope. But she stood stiff in my embrace, and didn't hug me back. Of course she was shocked, after leaving like I was off to commit murder. “You’re killing me,” she whispered weakly. I pulled back instantly, remembering her fragile heart. “You won’t believe this, Mom.” I shut the door behind me and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. “I feel like I just hit the jackpot.” She chuckled lightly and adjusted her glasses, th

Riley's pov The living room was small but warm, the kind of space that smelled faintly of vanilla-scented candles and old devotion. I wiped my tears with the back of my palm steadying myself on the worn out couch that had barely survived our late night gossip, movie marathon, and too many spilled drinks to count as I continued my story. Vivian, my best friend and unofficial therapist, pulled me into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around me like a security blanket as she caught the defeated look on my face. “Awwn, I’m so sorry, hun,” she whispered, brushing my hair back. “Your mom’s drowning and grabbing whatever she can to keep you both above water. I doubt she actually wants this for you.” I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump rising in my throat as I tried to keep my tears at bay. Susan—Vivian’s cousin and our unofficial big sister rubbed my back in slow, quiet circles, her nails cool against my cotton blouse. “You don’t think I know that?” I turned to face her, my voice cr

Killian's pov. She was late. Or maybe I was too early. Either way, my patience was already thinning and I wasn’t exactly born with much to begin with. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I glanced down at my phone for what had to be the hundredth time. Her picture stared back at me; long braids, dark skin, hot curves. Not my usual type, but I’d make an exception just for tonight at least a pay for going through this mess. Thank God I didn’t fight Dad too hard on the remarriage. How would I have known I’d be gifted with this? I nodded softly. The universe really does reward the patient… or at least the privileged. People kept flooding in through the doors; loud, sweaty, half-dressed—but none of them looked like the girl on my screen. Her mother said she’d be here to let off some steam about the marriage which meant she felt the opposite. Bitter—which would make two of them. Her and Nicholas. Which I gave no fucks about instead the heat in the club was s

Riley's pov I was on all fours. He reached forward, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking gently, forcing me to arch as he pounded me from behind, deeper and deeper. Each powerful thrust from his 8-inch, thick, veiny cock sent electric shockwaves through my body, hitting every nerve ending like it had been made just to ruin me. "Yes. Fuck me harder. Please, don’t stop," I begged, voice shaking, half-lost in the growing heat blooming in my core. And like he’d heard the hunger in my tone, he picked up the pace, drilling into me with brutal precision. His hands slid down from my waist, one arm anchoring me steady while the other slipped between my thighs. His fingers found my clit like he had a map to my body, circling it tight and fast, unrelenting. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna—" Suddenly, he stopped. My words caught in my throat, strangled by the abrupt emptiness. My walls clenched around nothing, a loud whimper escaping my lips. But before I could even ask why, he

Riley's pov. The rest of the words died down in my throat as I stared at him, and he did the same.Mom's attention shifted to him. “What are you talking about? How did you know about his death? Do you know who is responsible?” she asked, staring intently while my chest tightened at whatever lie he was about to tell.He only knows by what I told him… and is trying to silence me by pretending to know shit.He chuckled lightly, smoothing his plain, blank T-shirt and the sleeves of his brown leather jacket. He sat up, and from how Mom shifted uncomfortably in her seat, I could tell she was getting impatient.I wiped the dried tears stuck on my face, folding my arms across my chest as I glared at him.“I've been around here for a while,” he started, his tone light, like he was ordering coffee.“Restaurants, stores, clubs.” His gaze flickered to me, then back at Mom. “I've heard a lot. He was the pride of the country and the community.”I held back a scoff. This was all he could think of?