All Chapters of My Swimmer Stepbrother's Forbidden Claim: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

The stadium was a total mess. The noise from the crowd was so loud Samuel could feel it in his chest, irritating him madly and the heat from all those people made the air thick. It was nothing like the quiet campus life at Springfield.Backstage, Dalton was having a blast. He was leaning against a pillar, looking sharp in his gear and flashing smiles at some girls who were busy livestreaming him. To them, he was the hero of the day."They really think I'm the one, Sam," Dalton whispered, looking at his phone. "The girls are already going crazy for the 'Springfield Captain'."Samuel sat on the bench, looking at his hands. He wasn't wearing anything cheap... he had on a high-end, sleek black tech-suit that showed off his wide shoulders and the muscles he'd built up over the years. He looked like a pro who just didn't want to be noticed yet."Just keep them looking at you, Dalton," Samuel said, his voice deep. "I’m not ready for the noise."Outside, the lights dimmed for the main event.

The car was quiet... way too quiet for someone who had just broken a world record. Samuel kept his eyes locked on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He could still feel the phantom heat of the stadium lights on his skin, but his mind was back in that parking lot.Fatima looked over at him from the passenger seat. She had stopped laughing the moment they pulled out onto the main road. She knew him too well. She could see the way his jaw was set... that hard line that meant he was holding everything in."You saw her, didn't you?" Fatima asked softly.Samuel didn't blink. "I don't know who you're talking about.""Don't do that, Sam. Not with me," she sighed, reaching over to turn down the heater. "She was standing right there behind the pillar. I saw her reflection in the window. You did too."Samuel let out a breath that sounded more like a growl. "Yeah. I saw her. It’s hard to miss the star reporter of Hades TV standing in the middle of a parking lot.""She

"Who gave you the right to touch me like that?"The words echoed off the empty walls of the indoor pool, sharp and cold. Samuel didn't move. He was still in the water, his arms resting on the edge of the tiles, looking up at Isis. The stadium was quiet since it was so early, the only sound being the hum of the filter and the drip of water from his hair.Isis stood on the edge, her hands shaking as she clutched her phone. "I asked you a question, Sam. You had no right to pull me out of the water like that yesterday. You had no right to make me look like... like that in front of everyone."Samuel let out a short, dry laugh and pulled himself out of the pool. He didn't grab a towel. He just stood there, water running down his chest, towering over her. "You were drowning, Isis. What was I supposed to do? Let the Hades Pack star reporter sink to the bottom while the cameras were rolling?""I was fine!" she snapped, but her voice betrayed her. It wobbled. "I didn't ask for your help. I didn