All Chapters of Craving my sisters fiancé: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Daphne’s POVIt would be better if Bella found out about Stefan and me. If she did, calling off the wedding would be easier.“You need to go fucking hide,” Stefan whispered, panic seeping into every word. “I’m begging you, Daphne—please hide.”I nodded lightly and slipped into one of the toilet stalls just as the door opened.“Are you okay?” Bella asked. There was genuine concern in her voice.“Yes, I’m good,” Stefan replied.“You’ve been in here for a while, so I thought…” Bella paused. “Your lips—why is there a lipstick mark?”My eyes widened. My heart slammed against my chest as I imagined the look on Stefan’s face.“Yeah,” he said after a beat. “My lips were a little dry, so I used the lipstick you gave me. I guess I didn’t apply it well.”Bella chuckled, the sound light and unbothered. Moments later, the door closed again.I stepped out immediately. The mirror reflected a flushed face and eyes that sparkled despite my attempt to calm myself. I fixed my hair, smoothed my clothes,

Stefan’s POVThe light music swirling through the hall did nothing to ease the knot tightening in my stomach. My father was about to introduce me to his "friends"—more accurately, his business partners—and my hands felt clammy. I reached for a glass of wine from the table, gripping the stem as I forced a faint, practiced smile. I watched my father approach, flanked by three men who moved with the confidence of people who owned the room.“Oh yes, you remember Stefan,” my father said, his face beaming. I offered an awkward smile in return, my muscles feeling stiff.“Oh yes, we do! He was just a boy the last time we saw him,” the man with thinning grey hair said. I gave him a soft nod. “Sorry we couldn’t make it to your engagement, but we’ll surely be there for the wedding,” he added. They all erupted into laughter while I stood there, shifting my weight, unsure if I should even open my mouth.“Now that you’re fully grown, I expect you’ll be taking over the family business soon,” another

Daphne’s povI pushed the empty plate away, the ceramic scraping softly against the wood. My hunger was gone, replaced by a rare sense of fullness."I take it the chef passed the test?" Adrian leaned back, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth."It was edible," I muttered. I reached for my water, tilting the glass back until the ice rattled against my teeth. When I set it down, he was still watching me. His gaze felt heavy, like he was waiting for a confession I wasn’t ready to give. "Aren’t you going to eat?""I suppose I should." He pushed off his chair and disappeared into the kitchen. He returned a moment later with a small plate holding two peeled boiled eggs and a few green slices of kiwi.I stared at the meager portion. "That’s it? That’s your dinner?""Perks of the job." He gestured to his face with a silver fork. "The camera adds ten pounds, and the shoot tomorrow starts at 5:00 AM." He punctuated the sentence with a quick wink.I looked away, focusing on the window.

Daphne’s POV“Daphne, you’re back!” Bella’s face lit up the moment she saw me. She scrambled to her feet and rushed over, but I could only manage a weak, flickering smile. My skin felt like it was crawling; I needed to get out of there.“Thank you for looking after my sister,” Bella said, turning her warmth toward Adrian. My eyes didn't follow hers. Instead, I stayed locked on Stefan. He shifted on his feet, his gaze dropping to the floor. He knew.“Daphne, I—”I didn’t let her finish. I spun around and bolted for my room, the sound of my own pulse thumping in my ears. Once inside, I slammed the door and bit my lip so hard I tasted copper, desperate to keep the sob trapped in my throat. Why am I even crying? He’s my sister’s fiancé. To him, I’m just a secret.My hands trembled as I pushed my hair back, but the tears spilled over anyway, hot and steady. My chest felt like it was being crushed in a vice. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—the way they kissed. The image burned. I ca

Daphne’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs. Of all the people in the world, Bianca was the last person I wanted catching Stefan and me together.“It isn't what it looks like,” Stefan blurted out. His voice jumped an octave, and he stepped back quickly. Bianca stared at him, her brow furrowed, before her eyes snapped to mine. Suddenly, she doubled over, a loud laugh echoing through the hall.“Duh! Why do you guys look like you’ve seen a ghost?” she asked, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’m just messing with you. I mean, as if you two would ever actually kiss.” She giggled again, and Stefan forced a dry, hollow laugh. “Daphne is basically your sister. That would just be gross.”“I... I should get going,” Stefan mumbled. He didn't look back as he hurried away.Bianca’s laughter died instantly. She stepped into my personal space, her face turning pale.“I have something to tell you, Daphne, and it’s serious. Like, life-ruining serious,” she whispered. My stomach dropped. She grabbed my