Rebel Attraction (In Love With My Stepbrother) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Abigail's povThe moment I step into the mansion, it feels like the walls are closing in on me.My emotions are a mess, swirling with anger, fear, and something I can't quite name. I replay the scene over and over in my mind-Nathan's taunts, Luca's fury, and my helplessness.My hands still tremble as I grip the strap of my bag, my knuckles white.I wander through the empty halls, the soft echo of my footsteps the only sound I hear.I need air, space, something to clear my head.Pushing through the back door, I step into the garden.The evening air greets me, cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine. This place is supposed to be calming, but even here, I can't escape the turmoil in my chest.I make my way to the farthest corner of the garden, where an old iron bench sits beneath a tree.It's quiet here, tucked away from the world.I sink onto the bench, dropping my bag at my feet, and let out a long, shaky breath.The fight was intense, too intense. I hadn't expected Luca

Abigail's POVThe library's quiet hum is a comforting contrast to the chaos of the day.I sit at my usual spot, tucked away in the back corner, my books and notebooks spread out in front of me. Despite the calm, my thoughts are anything but peaceful.I try to focus on my math homework, but the numbers blur together on the page.No matter how hard I try, my mind keeps circling back to the same thing-Nathan.His presence feels inescapable, like a shadow I can't outrun.Even now, the thought of him stirs an uneasy mix of anger and something else I can't quite name.I press the eraser of my pencil against my temple and close my eyes, willing myself to concentrate.But before I can refocus, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor startles me.I glance up to see Luca settling into the seat across from me.His smile is as warm as ever, but there's a hint of nervousness in his eyes."Hey," he says, his voice casual, but the way he fidgets with the edge of the table betrays his unease

Nathan's POVThe living room feels smaller than usual, suffocating with the tension hanging between us.The air is heavy, the silence before Ricky speaks pressing down on me."You need to stop this, Nathan," Ricky says, his voice even and calm, though there's a sharp edge underneath.I pace back and forth, my sneakers scuffing against the floor, the movement the only way to release the frustration clawing at my chest."Stop what? Being the only one around here who sees what's really going on? You've invited strangers into our house and expect me to just play along like this is normal?"Ricky sighs, standing from the couch and folding his arms."They're not strangers. Abigail and her mom are part of my life now, and whether you like it or not, you need to learn to deal with that."His words only stoke the fire inside me. "Deal with it? You think I'm the problem here? Maybe if you didn't shove this perfect little fantasy family down my throat, I wouldn't have to 'deal with it.""This is

Luca's POVThe school day begins the same as always, with the sound of lockers slamming and the muffled conversations of half-asleep students filling the halls. I lean against my locker, my eyes scanning the crowd. That's when I see her.Abigail walks in, her movements slower than usual. She looks distracted. Her gaze is unfocused, her lips pressed into a tight line.Even when someone accidentally bumps into her, she barely reacts, just keeps moving like she's on autopilot.Something's wrong.I grab my books and fall into step a few paces behind her, watching as she makes her way to her locker. She fumbles with the lock, her fingers trembling slightly. I want to ask her what's going on, but I hesitate. She's not the type to open up easily, and the last thing I want is to push her away.Still, I can't just do nothing."Hey, Abigail," I call out as casually as I can, approaching her locker.She glances over her shoulder, startled, and for a moment, there's a flicker of relief in her

Abigail's POVThe lavender dress feels soft against my fingers as I hold it up facing the mirror. Its flowing skirt and cinched waist give it an elegant simplicity, and for a moment, I allow myself to imagine walking into the school dance in it. The fantasy doesn't last long, though. I lower the dress and glance at the other options scattered across my bed. None of them feel quite right, and I can't understand why."Abigail, did you try the red one yet?" Mom's cheerful voice breaks through my thoughts as she steps into my room, carrying a steaming cup of tea."I don't think red's really my color," I reply, slipping the lavender dress over my head as I carefully adjusting the straps."Nonsense," she says, setting the mug on my dresser before coming to stand behind me. Her hands immediately go to work, smoothing out the fabric on my shoulders and waist. "You look good in anything baby."Her reflection smiles at me in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with an excitement I haven't seen