All Chapters of Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Killian’s pov The proof of my weakness was everywhere—spattered across the sink, the tub, even the tiled walls. My cock was still in my hand, dripping with cum, while I stared at the mess I’d made. Jerking off because of a woman was the last thing I thought I’d ever do. With the looks, the body, and the money, women usually crawled at my feet, begging for my choice. Weak men were the ones it was for, those who couldn’t bag a tight cunt or even a loose one. But here I was, reduced to this—because of a fifty-minute nightstand. You’d bet I counted every second. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since it happened. Or has it? I don’t care. I’m not a fan of math, but why the hell am I still thinking about her? If just one night with her could do this, how the hell was I supposed to survive months, maybe even years of it? My body had given in long before my mind could fight it, as if every nerve inside me had been rewired the moment she walked past me in those damn shorts this

Riley's pov. My mouth watered as I stared at the steaming pizza and beef sandwiches.How did they know my favorite in less than an hour?My gaze narrowed to Mom. She didn’t look at me—she had clearly been avoiding my eyes since their kiss and my disgust.It wasn’t my fault she couldn’t control herself in front of her own child. She deserved it.I dived into the steaming pizza immediately, placing a huge slice on my plate. At the side, the beef sandwich sat still, looking pretty.I gulped hard, grabbing the cutlery around the plate.“Bon appétit,” I heard him whisper, but I didn’t spare him a glance until a portion of the pizza sat in my mouth, molested by my teeth.One bite forced my eyes shut as I savored the softness—the chewy crust giving way to a burst of molten cheese and tangy tomato sauce that danced across my tongue.“So, what do you think?” he asked, a smirk dancing on his lips.I must have made it obvious how desperate I was to have a taste, keeping them all on edge. My gaz

Riley's pov Helen cleaned after us, and while Mom and Devan disappeared all of a sudden, I was stuck with Killian in the living room. My eyes were heavy, begging for sleep, while he typed frantically on his phone, pretending I didn’t exist.According to him, they hadn’t finished with the interior décor in my room, so I had to wait for at least two hours since the men were already on it.I yawned, my eyes flickering to the golden clock that sat tight at the front of the house. It was already six p.m., and I had been waiting since 5 p.m.A soft sigh slipped out as I tried to relax on the couch. It was soft, nice enough for my ass, but too short for me to fully stretch out—while Killian, doing nothing but sitting, had taken over the longer chair.Asshole.If only I hadn’t dropped my phone out of anger while Grandma was throwing a tantrum, I would have been busy with something by now. Susan and Vivian… I let out a sharp breath. I can’t even reach them again. Not until my plan works out.

Riley's pov My eyes felt heavy as I stared at her frail figure, droplets of tears still forcing their way out. The monitor beeped softly at the side as her chest rose and fell slowly.I bit my lower lip. It was just our first day and things already got this bad; what would happen for the rest of the days or years?The door creaked open and a frail white figure, average height, with shaky glasses stepped in with a file in his hands.“We are lucky—she's okay now. We nearly lost her,” he said, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. I stood up, facing him with my hands stretched out. Even if it's his job, I still have to thank him so that he does better, right?“Thank you very much, doctor.”He accepted the handshake, a proud smile curling on his lips before he withdrew, then cleared his throat.“But it seems there's a major problem that led—”“I know,” I said softly, cutting him off from repeating the words that have turned into my nightmare.His brows arched as he paused from opening th

Riley's POVMy eyes fluttered open as the sound of the monitor beeping frantically echoed loudly in my ears. I jumped out of the bed, running over to where she lay, and as my gaze flickered to the monitor, the jagged lines cleared off the drowsiness in my eyes.“Mom?” I called out, my heart beating loudly against my chest.No response.The rise and fall of her chest was barely noticeable, which only meant one thing…“Doctor!!!” I screamed, dashing out of the door into the open hallway. There was a door to the left, then a longer path I had seen a lot of them come out from yesterday. Without a second thought, I ran towards it.“Doctor!?” I yelled again, my eyes getting blurrier with every passing second. I wiped them off with my sleeve, scanning everywhere for anyone in white.Anyone to help Mom.Just then, the elevator chimed and the door opened. There he stood, my savior.“My mom is dying,” I croaked, ready to grab him before he ran ahead of me, barging into Mom's ward with a couple