All Chapters of MY BIG BROTHER: A Forbidden Desire.: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Marco walked toward me, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me dangerously. I felt my heart racing like a drum in my chest. Oh! God, he’ll kill me.Every instinct screamed at me to run, yet my legs felt glued to the ground, frozen in fear. Summoning every ounce of strength, I pushed myself up, even though my injured ankle protested painfully, sending sharp spikes of discomfort coursing through my body. But I didn’t care about the pain….escaping Marco was all that mattered. I turned and began to limp toward Roy, my vision blurring with fear as I saw his expression shift.His eyes widened in alarm as he paused in his tracks, a look of shock and fear crossing his face. He wasn't staring at me; he was looking behind me, and the sight of his existence sent a chill through my veins.I stole a glance back at Marco, and my stomach dropped. He had drawn a gun, pointing it directly at me, Anger radiating from his every pore. The rage in his eyes made it clear to me that he was willing to end me

NAYLA’S POV.I finally gathered the courage to tell Roy about my pregnancy, though the words felt heavy on my tongue. I still had to tell him, even if I was scared of his reaction.Not just his reaction, but what the world had to say about it… siblings having a child together. No one is willing to care if we are related by blood or not. All they care about is the atrocious act… the fact that both siblings had sex.But I don’t see Roy that way. I had never seen him as a brother. He had always been the man of my dreams… the man I had always wanted to be with.“Roy, I’m pregnant…”For a moment, time froze. His eyes widened in shock, and I could see a mix of emotions wash over his face… confusion, disbelief… and then overwhelming joy.“W... wait, you’re…” He paused, as if gasping for air. “Pregnant?! You’re pregnant?” he shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement.I nodded, covering my mouth with my palm as I tried to contain my own excitement. My legs didn’t hurt anymore… an

NAYLA’S POV.I sat at the dining table, glancing around as I tried to soak in the familiar surroundings. It felt strange, almost like I had forgotten what my own house looked like after everything that had happened.Roy was in the kitchen, busy making breakfast, and I could hear the clattering of pots and the delicious aroma that stirred my hunger. I was starving as hell, and with each passing second, the urgency to eat grew stronger. I tapped my fingers nervously on the table, feeling light-headed at the thought of passing out if I didn’t eat soon.Moments later, Roy appeared, emerging from the kitchen with a big glass cup of smoothie. He set it down in front of me, and relief washed over me. “Ah! Thank goodness,” I thought, a small smile breaking through my anxious face. “The food will be ready soon. Have this while you wait, okay?” he said, his voice warm. I nodded, reaching for the cup, my hands slightly trembling with impatience.He turned to head back to the kitchen but paused,

MARCO’S POV.I sat on the bench at the prison cell, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the bench as I waited impatiently. “What’s taking my father so long?” I knew he would come to my aid; he always did. But every second felt like an hour as I fidgeted…fear and worry creeping in with each passing second. What if he doesn’t come for me?It’s been two days since I returned from the hospital. I was at the hospital just for a few hours. To get the bullet out, and also, to get stitched. But other than that, they brought me here as quickly as they could, not caring about the pain i was going through…not giving me time to heal. This murderfuckers!Well, I know my father wouldn’t watch his son suffer, he would never let me stay here gir too long, with all the money and power he has. He can’t.I slouched back, resting my back against the wall as a small smirk escaped my lips. I thought back to a few days ago when I’d lied to Nayla about my past….about me being poor and alone. I had painted a p

COLLIN’S POV.I opened the door even before Roy could, my hands shaking as I set my eyes on her……my Nayla. It’s been weeks of torment, weeks of uncertainty, and now she was finally here. When her gaze met mine, she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. “Collin!” she exclaimed, her voice a perfect blend of shock and happiness as she set her tray of food aside.“Nayla,” I could hardly believe I was standing before her as I limped closer. Thankfully, her legs seemed to have healed perfectly, and she was walking perfectly fine.She wrapped her arms around me, and although I felt a sharp twinge of pain from my stitches, the sensation was overshadowed by the excitement and joy rushing through me.I hugged her back, pulling her closer as if I could absorb all of her warmth. Just as I was lost in the beautiful moment of having her close again, Roy cleared his throat, harshly breaking the moment.I reluctantly pulled back, even though every fiber of my being wanted to keep holding her. Gos