Todos os capítulos de The Scandalous Step Siblings: First Enemies, Then Lovers : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The tour bus felt smaller with every mile we swallowed heading toward the coast. The air inside was thick with the hum of the engine and the unspoken threats that Ethan left hanging in the air like poison gas. We were three days out from New Orleans, moving through the humid stretches of the Gulf, and the psychological warfare had shifted. Ethan was no longer shouting; he was watching. He sat in the front lounge with his laptop open, his eyes tracking every movement on the security monitors, a silent predator waiting for one of us to blink.I sat in the galley, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, my tablet hidden beneath a stack of printed itineraries. I had the offshore records, but they were encrypted with a rolling code that changed every six hours. Javier was working on a bypass from a safe house in Veracruz, but until then, I was sitting on a mountain of data I couldn't yet climb."You look tired, Anya," Ethan’s voice drifted from the lounge. He didn't look up from his screen. "Gui

The grass was slick with evening dew, and the smell of exhaust lingered in the humid Florida air as I scrambled up the embankment. My knees were scraped raw, the stinging pain a welcome anchor to reality. I stood on the shoulder of the highway, my chest heaving, watching the taillights of the tour bus disappear into the night. They wouldn't realize I was gone for at least another hour—three if the fixers stayed in the lounge and didn't bother to check on their "prisoner."I looked down at the receiver in my hand. It was cracked from the fall, but the screen still glowed. Javier had confirmed the receipt of the files. The data was safe, but data was a slow weapon. It required lawyers, news cycles, and due process. Kai didn't have that kind of time. By the time the Associated Press ran the story, Ethan would have Kai in a private medical wing under a different name, a vegetable signed over to the Vance Estate.I needed wheels.I began walking toward a cluster of lights a half-mile down

Anya’s povThe air inside the vent was heavy and hard to breathe. It smelled like old dust and dirty metal grease. I lay flat on the cold steel floor, while the deep bass from the arena speakers shook my chest and bones. Below us, the dressing room had turned into pure chaos.I could hear Ethan shouting — not the smooth voice he used on camera, but a rough and angry one. Chairs were being thrown. Glass shattered. Then I heard the heavy, steady boots of security rushing around the room.Kai lay beside me, heavy and weak. His breathing was short and uneven. The drug was still affecting him, pulling his mind into a fog and making every small movement slow and loud. I reached out and pressed my fingers into the back of his neck, trying to keep him awake.“Stay with me,” I whispered.He grabbed my arm tightly, like he was afraid to fall away. It wasn’t the touch of a famous star. It was the grip of a man who finally realized that everything under him had collapsed.I started crawling. The

Anya’s POVThe steering wheel felt strange in my hands. It was cold and wet with my own sweat as I threw the SUV into reverse. The tires screamed against the concrete of the underground bay. The sound echoed behind us like a gunshot, like a final goodbye to the cage Ethan had built for us.Kai was slumped in the seat beside me. His head rested against the leather. His eyes were closed. He looked like a man who had escaped death, only to realize he still had a long road ahead.“Stay with me, Kai,” I said sharply as I slammed the gear into drive and sped toward the ramp. “Don’t pass out now.”“I’m here,” he whispered. His voice was rough and broken. He didn’t open his eyes, but his good hand reached out and searched until it found my thigh. His fingers dug in hard, like he was afraid I might disappear.“Just… drive,” he said quietly. “Don’t look in the mirrors.”I didn’t.We burst out of the tunnel and into the hot, wet Florida night. The salty air hit the windshield like rain. Far ahea

Anya’s povThe white light wasn’t the end. It was a sharp, electric reset. When the taser finally stopped, and my muscles stopped locking and burning, the arena exploded into confused noise. I was lying on the floor of the sound booth, a bitter metal taste filling my mouth. Above me, the “thud” melody had been cut off and replaced by a loud, polished transition track that sounded fake and cold.In that moment, Ethan didn’t look like a villain. He looked like a hero.He was already leaning over the control desk, his voice calm and steady in his headset as he sent the “medical emergency” team to the stage. He didn’t even glance at me while he signaled his men to pull me up.“Be careful with her,” Ethan said, his voice thick with fake concern. “She had a breakdown. Tour stress. Get her to the bus before the press sees her like this.”The trip from the sound booth through the underground halls of the arena blurred into grey walls and the stale smell of popcorn. My shoes dragged on the flo