All Chapters of Rebel Attraction (In Love With My Stepbrother): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Abigail's POVRicky is in the middle of telling some story about his time in college, and Mom is practically doubled over with laughter. Normally, I'd be laughing too, letting the moment ease the tension of the day.But my attention keeps drifting.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nathan pull out his phone.His shoulders are relaxed at first, but as he reads whatever is on the screen, his entire demeanor shifts.The casual slouch disappears, replaced by a tension. His jaw tightens, his brows drawing together, and for a brief moment, I catch something in his expression. I try to look away, to ignore the moment and give him his privacy, but it's impossible to shake the image of his clenched fist and the subtle furrow in his brow.He locks his phone, shoving it into his pocket with a force that makes the action seem almost aggressive."I'll be right back," he mutters, barely audible over the conversation at the table.He pushes his chair back abruptly, and without waiting for anyone

Nathan's POVThe moment my parents disappear down the stairs, the atmosphere shifts entirely.Abigail is standing there, frozen, her fists clenched so tightly at her sides that her knuckles are turning white.She looks like she's about to explode, her wide eyes darting between me and the curtains where the girl is hidden.Her mouth opens slightly like she wants to say something, but no words come out.Before she can figure out what to do, the curtains rustle, and the girl steps out.She brushes her hair over her shoulder in one smooth, practiced motion, her smirk firmly in place as her eyes land on Abigail."Well, that was fun," the girl says, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You sure know how to keep things interesting, Nathan."Ignoring her, I glance at Abigail, whose face has turned an impressive shade of red.It's hard to tell if it's from embarrassment or anger, but either way, it's amusing.The girl doesn't wait for me to respond.She steps closer, as she grabs the front of my shi

Nathan's POVShe hadn't stayed long-barely enough time to create her usual kind of drama before vanishing as quickly as she came."Finally! So, what's the story? What happened? Don't hold out on me, Nathan," he says, his words tumbling out like he's been holding them in all night.I smirk faintly, staring at the empty street in front of me. "Calm down, Aiden.""Calm down? You've been acting all mysterious, sneaking a girl into your house, and now you're telling me to calm down?" he says, his tone full of exaggerated outrage."You'll get the details tomorrow," I reply, keeping my tone cool."Tomorrow?" Aiden groans loudly into the phone. "Why not now? You're killing me here." "Because I have more important things to deal with right now," I say, my tone sharpening slightly."More important than giving me the play-by-play? Unbelievable." Aiden's words are dripping with mock offense, but there's a curiosity underneath it that he can't hide."Like making sure Abigail doesn't open her mout

Abigail's POVWhen I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is the familiar warmth of my mom beside me.Her arm is draped over me, her breathing soft.. For a moment, it feels like nothing has changed.Like it's just the two of us, the way it used to be before Ricky came into our lives.I blink a few times, letting the calmness of the moment settle over me. It's been so long since we've had a night like this, where it's just us, laughing and talking until we fell asleep.I don't mind Ricky-I can tell how happy he makes her, but there are times I miss how simple things were when it was just me and Mom against the world.She stirs beside me, her eyes fluttering open. When she sees me awake, she smiles softly. "Good morning, sweetheart.""Good morning," I mumble, my voice thick with sleep.Mom stretches and sits up, running a hand through her messy hair. "How'd you sleep?""Good," I say, pulling the blanket tighter around me.She tilts her head, studying me for a moment. "You've been quie

Aiden's POVI stand frozen in the doorway, staring at them.It's my dad, but he's not alone.Beside him is a boy about my age, maybe a little older, and he's holding my dad's hand.Not in a casual way, either-it's deliberate, close, like something a couple would do.The boy looks like he belongs in a magazine ad. His dark hair is slicked back, but a few strands fall loose over his forehead in a way that seems intentional.His leather jacket is just slightly too big for his frame, giving him a cool, effortless vibe that immediately makes me feel like I'm underdressed just standing here in my hoodie.I know my dad's dating guys now-I've known for a while. But this? This is...something else.I stare at them, my chest tightening with a knot of confusion and embarrassment. My dad's sharp eyes narrow at me."What's wrong with you? Why are you just standing there like that?" he snaps. "Move over."The irritation in his voice jolts me, and I quickly step aside, letting them into the house.Th