All Chapters of Rebel Attraction (In Love With My Stepbrother): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Abigail's POV "Luca, I think it's for the best that you go", Ricky says, his gaze steady yet waveringly clear, dissolving the residual tension like a scalpel. He fully enters the room, his large stature filling the room, while he looks back and forth from Luca to Nathan. "This isn't the time for visitors."Luca's jaw locks, and for a second, I thought for sure he would argue.His gaze lands on me, softer than it is really allowed to be, and for a fraction of a second I am the only individual in the room.He takes a step back, however, with just resignation in his eyes. "Sure," he says, his tone flat. He adjusts his jacket, his movements slow and deliberate."I'll see you around, Abigail." getting no reply, he walks out of the door.I watch him, go, a feeling of something I cannot tell, pulling on my ribs.As soon as the door shuts behind him, the feeling of stillness in the room hangs like a heavier blanket now.Nathan, by now with a sore jaw from Luca's punch, lets out a bitter ch

Abigail The cafeteria is filled with the sound of other people talking.Everywhere smells like a mix of stale pizza, overly salted fries, and the strong smell of cleaning detergents that never quite fades. The tables are filled with students, their chatter and disagreement all of which together never stop felling familiar and intense.I walk around through the crowd, holding my tray as I head to my table. My usual table is at the corner of the cafeteria, where I can disappear in on myself and become invincible amongst everyone.The events still replayed repeatedly in my mind. Ricky's defense and words about Nathan's childhood trauma.As I approach my usual spot, a voice calls out, cutting through the noise. "Abigail!" I turn and see Luca waving at me from the center of the room,with a huge smile plastered on his face.My stomach flips. He's at one of the most visible tables in the cafeteria, with a couple of his friends. Several heads turn in my direction, curious to see whose cal

Luca's POVNathan remains rigid, his gaze on me. I step inside, my movement, slow as the door clicks shut behind me.Abigail stands leaning against the wall. She has her hands in folds showing she's trying to stop him, create a barrier from him, between them. "What's going on here?" I ask again, my gaze locked with his, and my fists balled by my sides. Nathan's gaze remains on me, he doesn't answer. Doesn't seem like he will.He clenches his jaw and for a second, I wonder if he's going to lash out at me. But he remains where he is, without saying a word.Abigail doesn't say a word, her gaze shifts between us. As if she's unsure of what to say and reliant on what will happen next. "It's family business," Nathan says finally, his tone flat. He stands straight, making his posture look composed, but he fails as I can see beyond his fake facade."Family matter?" I smirk, raising my brows, my hands folding. My gaze shifts to Abigail, she looks concerned, cornered, she is. "Since when di

Nathan's POVThe foyer of the mansion feels huge, the silence stretching thin as I pace back and forth feeling restless.My footsteps echo against the marble floor, a sharp rhythm that matches the turmoil building inside of me.The confrontation with Luca replays in my mind, every single word he threw at me.Who does he think he is?The image of him stepping between Abigail and me, as if she needed his protection, increases the frustration bubbling just beneath my skin.And Abigail-why didn't she stop him? She let him interfere, didn't even try to push him away. The thought gnaws at me, making it harder for me to think straight.I stop pacing and grip the banister of the grand staircase, leaning into the cold, polished wood.My reflection stares back at me from the glossy surface, a reminder of the tension that won't leave my face.What stings the most is what Luca said. "You're dragging her down because you're too messed up to deal with your own issues."I grit my teeth, the words fe

Abigail's POVI lie awake in my bed, staring at the ornate ceiling, while my mind drifts around like a restless storm.Ricky's words from earlier keep replaying in my head. "There's something you need to know about Nathan's past. It might help you understand him."But before he could continue a call had come in leaving Ricky to dismiss me.What had he meant by that? His tone was filled with concern.And why hadn't he returned to explain himself further? He'd left me hanging, and my mind spiraling with unanswered questions.I sit up, letting the covers slide off me, and glance at the wall clock. Midnight. Sleep isn't coming tonight. Not with the tension from the day still coiled tightly in my chest.The room feels suffocating, the air feels thick, and the silence is too loud.I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the cool wooden floor. A walk-maybe that's what I need. I step into the dimly lit hallway, wrapping my arms around myself to ward off the slight c