All Chapters of STEP CLOSER, MY STEP BROTHER : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Bonus chapter part 3

Jena’s POVThree years.Three whole years.That’s how long it has been since I last held my daughter. Since I last saw her face in person. Since she walked out of my life and never looked back.People say time heals wounds, but they’re wrong. Time doesn’t heal. Time only makes the silence louder, the guilt heavier, the ache deeper. Every morning when I open my eyes, the first thought that slices through me is her name. Ariana.And then the guilt comes crashing in.I told her to abort her baby. I said words a mother should never say. Words that burned a hole in her heart. I thought I was protecting her. I thought I was guiding her. I thought… God, I thought I was doing the right thing.But I was selfish. I see that now.I wanted to save my marriage. I wanted to save the life I had rebuilt with Mark after everything fell apart. I thought if Ariana just listened to me, if she did what I asked, everything would stay together. That somehow forcing her to choose between her future and that

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

Bonus Chapter part 4

Clara’s POVParis.Everyone dreams of it. The glittering lights, the sprawling mansions, the sweet aroma of expensive cigars and imported wine. I have all of it — the marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the silk sheets that drape over my king-sized bed. I have closets full of designer clothes, shoes that have never touched the pavement, jewelry that could blind a room.And yet, I wake up every morning with smoke in my lungs and venom in my chest.I light another cigarette, let the bitter taste burn the back of my throat, and lean against the balcony railing. The city is alive beneath me — laughter, cars, lovers strolling hand in hand, living the kind of life I should be living. The kind of life they are living. Roman. Ariana. Their names are poison to me, and yet they are the only names that live rent-free in my head.Do I regret what I did? The kidnapping, the threats, the torture?No.Not even for a second.If I had to be reborn a thousand times, I would do it a thousand times o

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

Part One — Before School

SIDE STORY I wake up before the alarm because the apartment always wakes first.Paris makes sounds even when it’s trying to be quiet. Pipes knock like they’re clearing their throats. A scooter complains somewhere below our window. Someone laughs too loudly for this hour and then apologizes to no one. The rain has been falling since the night, thin and patient, tapping the balcony railing as if it’s counting something important.Mama says I sleep like a stone. Papa says I sleep like a cat. I think both are wrong. Stones don’t dream, and cats wake up for everything. I wake up because I feel the day coming.I stay still for a minute, listening. Our apartment smells like coffee already, which means Papa is up. He wakes before everyone else, like he’s guarding the morning. Mama says he’s just an early riser. I know the truth. He likes to make sure the world is ready for us.My room is small but mine. The walls are pale blue because Mama said it would feel like sky even when it rains. Ther

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Part Two — Writing to Bella

The rain stopped hours ago, but the apartment still smells faintly of wet pavement. I sit at my desk, my school bag tossed on the floor beside me, my notebook open. Zeus, the crack in the ceiling that looks like a lightning bolt, watches over me. I named him Zeus when I was six. Sometimes I think he listens better than anyone else.I pick up my pencil and start, then stop. My hand hovers above the paper. What do I even say? Hi? Hello? My thoughts feel too loud, too messy for words. I glance at the window. The light slants through and makes the room warm in stripes, but my stomach feels tight anyway.I think about Bella. Her hair the kind of red that makes me want to touch it to see if it’s real. Her eyes, green like places I’ve never been but somehow miss. I try to remember exactly how she smiled today at recess, but every time I do, my heart beats faster, and I bite my lip without noticing. Zeus twitches on the ceiling. He thinks I’m being dramatic, and maybe I am.I write:Dear Isab

Last Updated : 2026-01-22

Part Three — When She Reads It

Gray clouds hang low like they’re thinking about rain but haven’t made up their minds yet. I stand by the mirror pulling my sweater straight, even though Mama already fixed it once. My backpack feels heavier than usual, even though the only new thing inside it is a folded piece of paper.The letter.I check again before leaving my room. Still there. Folded neatly. Safe.Zeus watches from the ceiling, quiet and sharp-edged. I look up at him and whisper, “Today.” He doesn’t answer, but the crack looks a little brighter in the morning light, and I take that as a good sign.At breakfast, Papa asks if I slept well. Mama asks if I’m hungry. I answer both questions, but my mind is already at school, already walking down the hallway with the lockers and the echoing footsteps and Bella two rows ahead of me.Papa notices something anyway. He always does.“You okay?” he asks, not looking at me directly, like he doesn’t want to scare the truth out of me.“I’m okay,” I say. And I am. I think. Nerv

Last Updated : 2026-01-22

Part Four — The Day After the Letter

I notice Papa is gone before I even leave my room.It’s not loud. Nothing is knocked over. But his favorite chair by the window is empty, pushed in neatly like he didn’t want to disturb anything. Papa always sits there in the morning, one leg crossed over the other, coffee in one hand, pretending to read the news while really just staring outside like the city might tell him something important.I stop walking and look at it for a second and then I go to the kitchen. Mama is already dressed that’s the second sign.Her hair is pulled back, smooth and serious. She’s wearing heels, the kind that make her sound important when she walks. Her bag is on the counter, open, papers peeking out like they’re trying to escape.“Did Papa go to work?” I ask.She turns and smiles, the soft one she saves just for me. “He left early. Very early. He’s traveling.”“Oh.”“Milan first,” she adds, like that makes it better. “Then somewhere else.”I nod even though my chest feels a little hollow. Papa always

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Part Five — Friday, and Thinking Ahead

I wake up without the panic this time. No alarm screaming. No Mama calling my name from the kitchen. No feeling like the day is already chasing me. The apartment feels quiet in a different way, like it’s waiting instead of pushing. I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, at the thin crack shaped like lightning. Zeus. He’s still there, stretched out like he owns the place. It takes a second before it clicks. Friday. A holiday. No school.The relief settles into me slowly. I roll onto my side and hug my pillow, letting myself stay there longer than usual. Papa is gone. I know that without checking. When he travels, the house changes its mood, like it’s learned to speak softer. Mama is still home though. I hear her footsteps in the kitchen, unhurried, the kettle clicking on. Normal sounds. Safe ones.When I finally get up and walk out, Mama looks over her shoulder and smiles. She’s not dressed for work yet, just comfortable clothes, hair loose. That tells me everything. She’s

Last Updated : 2026-01-24

Part Six — The House That Knows

Mama’s car turns off the familiar street and keeps going. That’s the first sign something is different. I sit in the passenger seat, backpack on my lap, watching buildings thin out and gates start appearing where normal houses should be. Tall ones. Black iron. Cameras. Trees that look like they’ve been trained to stand exactly where they are.“This is farther than I thought,” I say.Mama glances at me. “You nervous?”I shrug, but my hands are tight around the strap of my bag. “A little.”She smiles, soft but distracted, the way she looks when her mind is already at work. “That’s normal.”The car slows, then slows again. We stop in front of a gate so wide it looks like it belongs to a museum or a palace or something you’re not supposed to touch. The gate opens on its own. No guard stepping out. No questions. Just a quiet, smooth movement like the house already decided we were allowed in.I lean forward without realizing it.The driveway curves. And curves again. Trees line both sides,

Last Updated : 2026-01-26

Part seven — Old Faces Don’t Stay Buried

I don’t notice how late it is until my phone buzzes.The office is quieter than it should be for a Friday afternoon, the kind of quiet that makes you too aware of your own breathing. I’ve already packed my bag, already shut down my computer, but I’m still sitting there, staring at nothing, replaying a face that has refused to leave me alone all day.Red hair. Pale skin. Green eyes.Too familiar. The only difference is Clara hair isn't red but Brown, Isabella face looks exactly like my wrose nightmare God I can never forget what Clara did to me locked me up in an abounded house beat the shit outta me because she's fucking crazy.I tell myself I’m being dramatic. That time reshapes people. That memory lies. That not every red-haired child belongs to a ghost from my past.Still, when I stand up and head for the elevator, my chest feels tight in a way I don’t like.The drive to Bella’s estate takes longer than I expect. Not because of traffic Paris traffic is its usual chaos but because m

Last Updated : 2026-01-27

Part eight

I was leaning against the kitchen counter when Roman came home, my palms flat on the cool marble like I needed it to hold me upright. The house was quiet in that way it only ever was when Ethan wasn’t running around, when his laughter wasn’t bouncing off the walls. It should’ve felt peaceful but instead, it felt heavy like the air itself knew something I didn’t want to say out loud.Roman’s keys landed in the bowl by the door. I didn’t turn around, but I felt him before I saw him his presence always announced itself like that. Steady. Familiar. Safe he always makes me safe in a way i do not like admitting.“Ari?” I heard him say. The way he said my name told me he’d already noticed. He always did.His arms slipped around my waist from behind, warm and solid, pulling me back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to my neck, slow and lingering, the way he did like without me in his arms something doesn't feel right. When he thought I was slipping somewhere he couldn’t follow without perm

Last Updated : 2026-01-29

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