All Chapters of 365 Nights, Two Stepbrothers, One Me.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ethan's POV “I am pregnant.”The words didn’t just fall from her lips, they detonated inside my skull, bouncing against my bones, echoing in my blood. My ears rang. My chest tightened. And suddenly the air was poison.“No.” My voice cracked, foreign even to me. I lunged forward, gripping her wrists tight enough for her pulse to thrum against my palm. “You’re spilling nonsense... You don’t mean that. Say you don’t mean that. Get out, just...get out before you ruin everything.”Her eyes didn’t flinch. Calm. Cold. That made me sicker than the words themselves. She shook her head slowly, like she pitied me. Pitied me.“Someone has to know, Ethan,” she whispered. “And since you’re too much of a coward to spill it, I will.”Damien’s voice slashed through the tension. “When?” His tone was detached, almost amused. “When exactly did this happen?”“The night of my birthday.” Stephanie answer was steady, her lips barely moving, but each syllable stabbed me.My throat dried. My chest locked. The

Lila's POV The dream was so vivid, so raw, I almost gasped when I woke.Ethan’s mouth on my breast. Damien’s hands gripping my hips. The clash of their bodies against mine as if they both owned me, as if I were nothing more than the tether between their war. I jolted upright, sweat on my forehead.“Get dressed already. We’re hitting England today.”The words sliced through the haze of my dream. My eyes flew to the doorway. Damien stood there like he owned not just the frame, not just the room, but me. His shirt was already crisp, his tie sharp, his stance screaming control.I pulled my hair into a quick ponytail, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. Two brothers. One girl. My skin burned with shame. Why would my mind conjure that? Why would I crave it in sleep if it disgusted me awake?I cringed and forced a steady tone. “Why are you dressed already? It’s only seven.”He didn’t look at me. He hissed under his breath and adjusted his cufflinks.“Not surprised. That’s why yo

Lila's POV "Look who called," his voice slid through the phone, smooth and cruel at once.Till this very moment, I never thought Mr. Blackwood could be so heartless. A billionaire, yes. Powerful, yes. But cruel? Ruthless? My chest burned as I tried to breathe.I swallowed hard, clutching the phone tighter.“Why are you doing this?” My voice trembled.He chuckled, deep and unbothered.“It’s business, princess. Nothing personal. Just business.”My fists tightened. “Does business really mean taking innocent lives?”“Sweetheart,” he drawled, “you have a lot to learn.”Anger flared hot in my chest. “I don’t care. I’ll never spill blood. I’d rather get banned from the country than....”The line shifted. Suddenly his face appeared on my screen. Video call. My stomach lurched.I froze. “How...what are you doing there?”He smiled, leaning back casually. “As your mother’s past lover, I came to check up on her.”My body went rigid. My throat locked. “Don’t touch her. Don’t you dare.”“Calm down

Damien. The car felt like a confession box. Quiet. Tight. Too many things unsaid between us.Lila sat next to me, staring out the window like London’s cloudy sky had the answers she was running from. I kept my eyes on the road, pretending not to notice how the silence between us was louder than any fight.Finally, I broke it.“What happened in the bathroom doesn’t justify the fact that you’re still my greatest suspect.”She turned, her lips twitching into something between a frown and a laugh. “You really wake up every day and choose paranoia, don’t you?”“I wake up every day knowing people lie,” I said. “And you, sweetheart, lie beautifully.”Her head snapped toward me. “You think everything’s about you, don’t you? Maybe I just don’t like talking to self-absorbed jerks.”“Then you shouldn’t have kissed one,” I shot back, glancing briefly at her. She flinched but said nothing. Her silence was louder than a scream.The rest of the drive was a storm of side glances and unspoken challe

Lila's POV He lifted me, spun me around, pressing me against the bed, as he brought out his cock and shoved it in..our body collided, moving together, no words necessary, no surrender, only fire and desire. My silk gown pooled around me, discarded, leaving my bare breast against him. He traced every curve, memorizing, worshipping, dominating, as I arched into him, matching his rhythm, our bodies a chaotic symphony of need and control. His lips found mine again, soft, teasing, commanding, and I responded with everything I had. Arrogance, desire, dominance, lust, all blending into a feverish, unstoppable storm. I reveled in the fact that he was both my enemy and my obsession, that our hatred and our fire made this moment combust with power. Hours blurred, movements synchronized in perfect tension and release, our bodies conversing in ways words never could. He fucked me, flipping me over as he kept thrusting.I moaned in pleasure. He helped me arch my waist perfectly as he began