All Chapters of Pregnant for the Wrong Stepbrother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I cleared my throat, forcing a spoonful of cereal into my mouth, shutting my eyes briefly to savor the taste. The movie had started and Devan hadn't moved; it was like he wanted it to play on purpose—and it was. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. I thought Killian had enough time, but it turned out he didn't. He chose his father, and I do too. My toes curled hard on the marble tiles, thighs already hot as it started getting to that part— The part that made Susan lose her virginity to a stranger in a cinema. She had told me after that night that the movie would get you horny, make you want to do it, but I doubted it, laughed in her face, and called her a horny teenager. She was just eighteen then and had never met him since, while I was just fourteen. But because of my laughter and accusations, they forced me to watch it, and the moment I felt weird in between my legs as a virgin, I gave up and agreed with them. Now I was watching it again—with no one other than my hot st

Devan's pov. DEVAN'S POV (Killian's father)A sigh of relief escaped my lips as Helen stepped in from the kitchen and Riley finally took her leg off me. She had pretended not to care when Helen came in first.With one last look at the folds leaking through her shorts, and the patch I barely held back from sucking dry before making her limp for the rest of the day, I clenched my fists hard and stood up, turning away from her immediately.I barely took a second glance at Helen as I reached for the remote and turned off the television while shielding my bulge. Laura's moans and Massimo's grunts were passing the wrong message.“Riley darling, could you please excuse us for a second? I have business deals to talk about with Devan,” Helen said, with a fake smile plastered on her face.Thank goodness.Even if she wants to scold me, I'd take that more than being stuck hiding my bulge.“Oh, okay.” Her voice echoed innocently, like she hadn't been torturing me a minute ago.I didn't want to lo

The look on his face didn't falter, neither did a smile tug at any side of his lips.I blinked.He's not joking?“You are not joking?” I asked, wide-eyed, and he nodded. Like it was nothing, like he just ordered my favorite food without my permission.“We both never wanted this, but it started because we didn't know how to end it. Now we do… shouldn't we seize the opportunity?”I barely held back a scoff, taking a step back as everything slowly registered.Hold on…A soft knock on the door forced me to swallow the rest.“Yes?” I answered, shifting my gaze from him.“Mr. Devan is waiting for you.” Helen's voice echoed, and I shifted my attention entirely from Killian, heading to the door and answering, matching her smile.With the look on her face, you'd doubt she moaned that loud.“The last time I came, he sounded really busy,” I said, gaze intent on her, and she looked away. “I'll be done in a second,” I added, holding back the grin at how flushed she looked.If he fucks anything in

My head throbbed as my eyes fluttered open to the orange sunlight streaming through the curtains, and I shifted against the sheets—only to realize something was wrong. A heavy weight pressed against me.I froze.Slowly, I turned my head.Lola.She stirred lazily, the sheets sliding down her bare shoulder, and just like that, the haze of sleep vanished.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, jerking upright. My chest tightened as the truth hit.I didn’t go home yesterday.Dad. Riley.“Shit.” I cursed again, scrambling for my clothes. The room was a wreck—clothes flung across the chair, the floor littered with half-empty glasses and condom wrappers.Yesterday was good, which is why I'd always recommend a foursome, but now I need to leave with just a fragile hope that Riley hasn't done anything stupid yet. My shirt was hanging from the lamp, and my shoes… hell, I couldn’t even spot them.Did Brian wear them?He had left by midnight with Noa and Khloe, saying that he had something to do whil

“Sir, I don't know. She seems very angry,” Mira's voice trembled over the phone.My fists curled hard against the phone. “Try to keep her busy with our latest designs, I'll get there soon,” I replied, and without waiting for her affirmation, I hung up, exhaling sharply as I buckled the last button of the crimson-colored tuxedo I had on.Roxanne Lockhart.My lips curled into a slow smile.I have you just where I want you to be.The first and proud daughter of the President, waiting at my office for our monthly meeting, since we were both unable to finish what we started years ago when Dad was doing everything in his power to override the Van Cleefs in every way while Stefan was not giving up.He had even contested to become Prime Minister just to get closer to the President, and once he did, he opted for a contract marriage between us to strengthen our bond, which was a blatant lie.It was to secure investments at his beck and call, then keep Stefan where he belongs.Even if he never a