All Chapters of The stepbrother I ran away from is my new professor.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Maliya

Chapter one— Maliya ★Maliya's POV★ “Why did you run away, little sister?” Micaiah's cold fingers wrapped around my throat the moment our parents left the room. I didn't even have time to think before my back was slammed hard against the wall. I groaned in pain. His hold wasn't strong enough to choke, but it was deeply uncomfortable. My step brother was always this violent. This… repulsive. My mind raced for words. But I couldn't find the right ones to make the perfect lie. “I…” “Think carefully before you lie to me, Mali. We both know you're not a really good liar.” I cold chill ran up my spine. He was right. "Two years, Mali." His voice was low, and dangerous. "Two years I waited for you to come back." I couldn't move. Couldn't think. I could only stare at him and wonder if he remembered anything that happened on that night two years ago. Wondered if he knew how much his presence and nearness were affecting me. "Let go of me, Micaiah." I frowned. "Not yet.

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

Micaiah

Chapter two— Micaiah ★Maliya's POV★ "So tell us about Seattle." I looked up from my untouched salmon to find him watching me with polite interest, the kind you'd show a stranger at a dinner party. "It's rainy," I said. Mom made a small sound of disapproval. "Maliya, your stepfather asked you a question." "I answered it." "Properly." I set down my fork, summoning the energy to play this game. "Seattle is great. The university is beautiful. Good professors, interesting classes. I have a nice apartment near campus." "Capitol Hill, right?" Richard said. "That's a good area for students." "It's fine." Micaiah sat across from me, cutting his steak. He hadn't said a word since we'd sat down, but I could feel his presence like static electricity before a storm. Every time I glanced up, he was looking at me with that unreadable expression. "And your classes?" Mom asked. "You're keeping up with everything?" "Yes." "It's just that you left so suddenly. Transferred in t

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

New school, new professor.

Chapter three— New school, new professor. ★Maliya's POV★ "He started last semester," Richard said proudly. "Youngest professor they've hired in five years." I stared at Micaiah, my mind racing. This was impossible. I'd checked. Before I left, before I'd even accepted the transfer to Seattle, I'd looked him up on every ASU page I could find. He'd been at Stanford for his master's program. He'd had no ties to Arizona at all. "I thought you were working at Richard's firm," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I am. Part time." Micaiah tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. "The teaching is new. Very new. Like, three weeks ago new." Three weeks ago. Right around when Mom would have told him I was coming home. "What department?" I asked, even though I didn't want to know. "Business Administration. But I teach some cross-listed courses." His smirk widened. "Introduction to Business. Required for all business majors. Small world, isn't it

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

Vibrator fucked

Chapter four— Vibrator fucked. ★Maliya's POV★ I didn't sleep. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Micaiah's smirk. Heard his voice dropping to that dangerous whisper. Felt the heat of his body when he'd caged me against the railing. I want to know if you think about it as much as I do. I stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out how I was going to survive this. Three months living under the same roof. An entire semester sitting in his classroom. No escape, no distance, no way to pretend that night never happened. Because it did happen. And he remembered. The thought made my stomach twist with something that felt too much like anticipation and not enough like dread. The next morning, I could already hear movement downstairs. Mom and her husband are probably getting ready to leave for the airport. Part of me wanted to stay in bed all day. But I needed her to see I wasn't comfortable with Micaiah. I pulled on jeans and a sweater and made my way downstairs.

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

Fuck!

Chapter five— Fuck! ★Maliya's POV★ I woke up wet, the sheets twisted around my thighs like they knew what I’d been dreaming about. The sun was barely even out. I wanted to play the good little stepsister today: make pancakes, smile and pretend I didn’t spend half the night imagining Micaiah’s hands pinning me to the mattress. I walked barefoot down the hall in nothing but a T-shirt. Micaiah was probably still asleep. But I was wrong. Micaiah leaned against the bathroom doorframe, fresh from the shower, a white towel around his hips. Water still clung to the deep V cutting down his stomach, drawing my eyes straight to the thick ridge straining against the material. His cock was hard, impossibly hard, the outline so clear I could trace every vein with my stare. He didn’t move to hide it. He just looked at me, slow and filthy, like he’d been waiting for me to walk by. My nipples tightened so fast it hurt. Heat flooded between my legs, slick and sudden, soaking the inside of my

Last Updated : 2025-11-27

Stephanie.

Chapter Six— Stephanie. ★Maliya's POV★ I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and cold sheets beside me. He was gone. I sat up slowly, my body aching in places that reminded me exactly what we'd done last night. The pillow next to mine still held the indent of his head, but the spot was cold. He'd been gone for a while. My clothes were scattered across the floor. My bra hung from the doorknob like some kind of twisted trophy. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around myself, my cheeks burning as memories from last night crashed over me in waves. His hands. His mouth. The way he'd looked at me like I was something he wanted to consume. This changes everything, he'd whispered against my skin. Apparently not. I found my phone on the nightstand. Ten fifteen. No messages. No note. Nothing to indicate that last night had meant anything more to him than scratching an itch he'd had for two years. I felt sick. This was exactly what I'd been afraid of. That

Last Updated : 2025-12-11

home alone

Chapter Seven— home alone ★maliya's pov★ The house was still empty when I got back. I carried my shopping bags upstairs and dumped them on the bed, too numb to put anything away properly. My phone buzzed again. Another text from Stephanie, this time with a link to the party and about fifteen emojis. I tossed the phone aside and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I'd given Micaiah exactly what he wanted. Two years of wondering, of questions, of unfinished business—I'd handed him the answers on a silver platter. And now he was done. The humiliation burned through me like acid. I'd been so stupid. So desperate to believe that maybe, just maybe, last night meant something more than just him proving he could have me if he wanted. But that's all it was. A conquest. A way to settle the score before moving on to the next girl who'd sit in his classroom and look at him like he hung the moon. My door was locked. I'd checked twice. But it didn't matter anymore. Mic

Last Updated : 2025-12-12

pendant

Chapter Eight— pendant ☆Micaiah's POV☆ The pendant was still warm in my pocket. I rolled it between my fingers as Kieran drove, the delicate silver chain pooling against my palm like liquid starlight. I'd taken it from Mali's nightstand this morning while she slept, her dark hair spilled across my pillow, her breathing soft and even. She probably hadn't even noticed it was missing yet. The thought made something tighten in my chest—guilt, maybe, or satisfaction. I couldn't tell the difference anymore when it came to her. "You're doing that thing again," Kieran said, his eyes flicking to me from the driver's seat. "What thing?" "That brooding, obsessive thing where you stare at nothing and think about your stepsister." I shot him a look. "I'm not brooding." "You've been fondling that necklace for the past forty minutes. If that's not brooding, I don't know what is." I shoved the pendant deeper into my pocket and turned to look out the window. The desert landscape r

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

...how little I cared.

Chapter Nine— ...how little I cared.★Maliya's POV★I woke up reaching for my phone.The screen lit up, showing two notifications. My heart did a stupid, traitorous leap before reality crashed back in.Neither was from Micaiah.One was a promotional email from Nordstrom. The other was from Mom.Mom: How are things going? You and Micaiah settling in okay?I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. What was I supposed to say? Yeah, Mom, everything's great. Your stepson and I had sex and then he disappeared for twenty-four hours. Living the dream.Me: We're fine. House is good.Short. Neutral. Nothing that would invite follow-up questions.Her response came immediately, like she'd been waiting.Mom: Good! Make sure you're eating properly. And be nice to Micaiah. He's doing us a favor staying there with you.Be nice to Micaiah. Right. Because I was the problem here.I tossed the phone onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling. Sunlight streamed through the windows,

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

hate him, miss him.

Chapter Ten— hate him, miss him.★Maliya's pov★I couldn't sleep.The anger had burned itself out around midnight, leaving behind something hollow and restless. I'd tried reading, scrolling through my phone, staring at the ceiling—nothing worked. My mind kept circling back to the same question.Where was he?I threw off the covers and walked downstairs in bare feet, telling myself I just needed water. The house was dark and quiet. I filled a glass from the tap and drank it standing at the sink, looking out at the pool lights reflecting off the water. The blue glow made everything look underwater, dreamlike.I should go back to bed. Maybe keep reading that book.Instead, I found myself climbing the stairs again, my feet carrying me past my door. Past the bathroom. Down the hall to the room I'd been avoiding for two days.His door was still open.I stood in the doorway, glass clutched in my hand, and told myself to turn around. To go back to my room like a sane person instead of whatev

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

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