All Chapters of Tamed By My Stepbrother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KEIRA’S POVI expected an angry Drake to be waiting for me the moment I stepped back into the mansion. After everything that happened earlier, I had braced myself for his voice rising in frustration, for his glare, or even for one of his unpredictable outbursts. But the mansion was strangely quiet. There was no Drake leaning against the stair rail, no heavy footsteps, no signature scowl.He wasn’t anywhere in sight.A small, guilty tug pulled at my chest.Maybe… he really was affected by what I said.I knew I wasn’t sincere. The words I threw at him earlier were born from anger, exhaustion, and embarrassment. I hadn’t meant them. And besides—whether I liked it or not, Drake was Drake. He never listened when I told him to stay away.But as I walked deeper into the mansion, something felt off. I heard hurried footsteps, frantic whispers, the rustling of fabric. At the end of the hall leading to the stairs, several maids were gathered together—along with someone in a white uniform.A nur

KEIRA’S POV The next morning, I woke to the familiar warmth of Drake’s arms around me. He was still sound asleep, hugging me tightly, his breathing steady and calm. I hesitated, tempted to close my eyes and linger in the comfort of his embrace, but a glance at the clock reminded me—I had classes to attend. I lifted my gaze, studying his face closely. Somehow, seeing him like this reassured me. The scrapes were gone, his arms were unmarked, and for a moment, a wave of relief washed over me. Gently, I began to lift his hand that still held onto me. As soon as I moved it, he shifted slightly, making me freeze. I exhaled slowly when I realized he was still asleep. Carefully, I released his hand and started to get up, moving with quiet caution. But just as I lifted one foot off the bed, he suddenly pulled me back down, and I ended up lying on his shoulder. 

KEIRA’S POVA sharp, metallic beep cut through the darkness, yanking me awake.Pain, sudden and jarring, stabbed at my side. My eyes fluttered open, disoriented. For a moment, I couldn’t place myself—then the details hit me. The soft hum of medical machines, the sterile scent laced with faint traces of flowers, the plush oversized pillows cradling me. I was in a hospital room. Not just any hospital room, though. This felt… luxurious, almost like a hotel suite designed to lull patients into comfort. Far removed from the harsh, cold walls I had imagined.I shifted slightly, wincing as the ache flared in my side. The walls were painted in soft pastels, radiating calm. Delicate paintings and framed photographs brought warmth, an almost personal touch. Silk sheets hugged me, smooth against my skin, and the heavy quilt offered a comforting weight. A small nightstand held a crystal carafe of infused water, fresh fruit, and a bouquet of flowers that mingled with the faint antiseptic smell of

KEIRA’S POVThe door opened slowly, revealing one of the mansion’s staff — a woman dressed in a crisp black-and-white uniform with a warm but professional smile.“Good afternoon, Miss Keira,” she greeted gently. “Sir Drake asked me to bring snacks and refreshments for you and your guests.”“Oh!” I straightened a little. “Thank you.”She stepped inside, pushing a small, elegant cart draped in ivory linen. On top were crystal glasses, a pitcher of freshly made lemonade, slices of cake, and assorted pastries so beautifully arranged they looked like they came straight from a magazine. The warm, buttery scent drifted through the lounge, only adding to the room’s already luxurious ambiance.“Wow…” Trisha whispered from beside me as her eyes widened. “Even the snacks look rich.”Earl nudged her lightly. “Behave.”“What? I’m just appreciating!” she shot back, but her gaze remained glued to the pastries.The staff member politely set everything on the marble coffee table, bowed slightly, and e

KEIRA’S POVPain shot through my scalp as Sabina’s nails dug mercilessly into my hair. My chest tightened, a mix of fear, humiliation, and fury twisting inside me. I struggled, my fingers clawing at her hand, but she held firm, her strength far exceeding mine. Each pull sent white-hot sparks through my head, and I felt myself about to snap.Then, suddenly, Drake appeared. Like a shadow cutting through the chaos, he was beside us, his presence magnetic, commanding. Without hesitation, he gripped Sabina’s wrist, yanking her back so sharply she staggered. The tension broke instantly as my hair slipped free, and I instinctively rubbed at my scalp, wincing at the lingering sting.“That’s enough, Sabina!” Drake’s voice rang out, calm but unyielding, every word laced with authority. “You’ve gone too far. Release her!”Sabina froze, eyes wide for a split second before narrowing into a dangerous glare. Her lips curled in fury, but her hand no longer touched me. I could barely breathe as my hea