บททั้งหมดของ My Biker Mafia Stepbrother: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Candice's P.O.V.I stood at the Los Angeles airport, gripping my suitcase while Mom bounced beside me, fixing her lipstick like a teenager. Since my stepdad said he’d pick us up, she acted like it was the biggest honor.Sanna d' Agostino was a famous billionaire, but I didn’t get why Mom acted like a giddy schoolgirl. My real dad always picked us up, and no one made a fuss.I heard loud footsteps and a high-pitched giggle. I turned and saw Mom making out with Sanna like it was a show. I wanted to throw up.The same woman who scolded my dad for public affection was now kissing her new husband. The divorce was just a month old. Maybe this had been going on longer. They never told me, so I stayed quiet.Sanna came over grinning too wide. “Candice, sweetheart! How are you?”I forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mr. d' Agostino.”Mom shot me a glare, but I didn’t care. I had a plan: one year, then college far from this mess.“No need for formalities,” Sanna said. “Call me Dad.”I smiled fake. “My d

Candice P.O.V.I rolled around my bed like a restless kitten, moving from one side to the other. This weird habit had followed me since childhood. I always rolled around when I felt angry, bored, or annoyed. Sometimes I even fell off, but I never cared—it helped me feel calmer.I had already unpacked my things in this oversized room that looked like it came straight from a dollhouse. Pink and purple everywhere, a giant princess bed, and a bathroom bigger than my old bedroom. Any normal girl would have squealed in excitement, but I didn’t feel anything except emptiness. I missed my old small room where everything smelled like home.The wardrobe was filled with expensive clothes—dresses, skirts, shoes, bags—all shiny and new. I didn’t even bother to look at half of it. I hated dresses. My go-to was jeans, hoodies, and sneakers. All of this felt like my mother’s doing, her way of turning me into some rich man’s showpiece.Sanna had spent a fortune trying to impress me. I wondered why he