All Chapters of Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Killian’s POVI bit hard on my lower lip.This was not the plan, Killian. This was not the plan. I stepped harder on the accelerator, fists tightening against the wheel as I fought the urge to glare at her.Why is she making me weak?This is all her fault. Dad is reconsidering Nicholia because of her! I'm losing my mind because of her! Jerking off because of her! Looking for a virgin because of her! What in the world is with this girl?I swallowed hard, desperately trying to steady my breath.Now, instead of dragging her out of there with or without her consent—dragging her out no matter how she thrashed her legs—I softened, recoiled, convincing her to come with me. Emotionally connecting with her… who does that?I held back from stamping the wheel, still focusing on the road. How am I supposed to make her hate me? How am I supposed to make her avoid me if I swore to care for her mom, patted her while she cried, covered her—fuck. I bit harder on my lower lip.How would all of that hap

Riley's pov. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the warm water from the shower cascaded down my body. Heat burned across my eyes, and I clenched my fists as they streamed down my face. I thought I had him — not from what happened at the bar or the fact that he couldn't get over that night, but from the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he held me, the way he patted me. Like he could understand. Like he knew how I felt, but with how he pinned me by the neck, those eyes said otherwise. Or is he holding back? Why? He obviously hates his father. And this is not about me drawing conclusions, because from the bruises around his knuckles it was obvious. They were the only ones at home. I refused to ask in order to avoid bringing back sad memories, but when I brought what should have made him happy, made him leap, he grabbed me by the throat. His green eyes flickered through my memory again. He’s protecting something. Something really dear to him. But wha

Riley's POVMy fists clenched tight as I followed him through the glittering walls and gold-trim revolving doors of the company, and my gaze widened. It didn’t feel like walking through a jewelry company—it felt more like walking through a jewelry box.The cold air wrapped around my skin like a blanket, smelling of polished marble and metal, coupled with something jasmine or floral lingering in the air. Golden chandeliers dropped really low, exuding counterfeit rays of sunlight on the marble tiles.Different jewel paintings and gemstones decorated the walls, with people dressed in black and white like low-budget waitresses, moving around with papers like robots. They all stole glances at Killian, reshuffling themselves, while most of the females glared at me, pretending to work.My chest tightened and I exhaled sharply.This was why they killed him?For their glittering walls and chains?Swallowing hard, my fists clenched at my sides. I can’t wait to rip them off everything. That time

I raised a brow, watching as a smirk danced along her lips, her eyes glinting at me while Brian struggled to control his laughter.He had always had a problem laughing at jokes, even when I considered them funny, but now he was struggling to control it?I almost rolled my eyes, twirling the fountain pen across my knuckles.Who is he trying to impress?My gaze flickered to her. “Don’t you miss your mom?”Slowly, her face was drained of the triumphant smile, and I held back a grin.“Justin, the driver will take you there.”She bit hard on her lower lip, her fists clenched tightly at her side.Brian stopped laughing, his jaw tight as he watched her pitifully.Is he angry?That’s strange…He hates women.“The surgery lasts for six hours and it’s not been up to six hours, so—”“It would be if you come with us.” I raised a brow. “I don’t want my stepmom to be alone without the one dearest to—”She scoffed. “Good you know she’s also your mom. So how about you go instead? After all—”“While y

I bade Justin goodbye as he drove off the compound, and without a step further, I crouched down and took off my damn heels.I sighed in relief as my bare foot met the tarred floor, softening the ache. “Whoever made this should be jailed,” I hissed, wanting to throw it in the trash, but I changed my mind.It might be useful someday, but that day is definitely not around the corner. Standing in front of the large marble door, I couldn't help but just stare.What secrets are these doors holding?A deep sigh escaped my lips as I punched in the numbers Justin had called out for me before leaving, and it chimed open.“Thank goodness,” I said, stepping into the house. The warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, the undeniable smell of cedarwood and mint lingering around.Cedarwood?That's Devan.Is he home?I stepped in fully, shutting the door softly behind me.And as my gaze flickered to the living room, I caught his figure, green eyes already fixated on me.I gulped hard, not tearing