All Chapters of Craving my sisters fiancé: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian’s POV I flashed a wide, toothy grin, my eyes crinkling into narrow slits as I studied her expression. It was the exact mixture of horror and disbelief I’d been aiming for. "Do you like it?" I asked, my voice humming with a bit of mischief. "Adrian, you are crazy," she breathed, her brow furrowing as her hand hovered near my scalp but didn't quite touch. "Why would you do something like this?" "You told me to shave it," I said, jutting my bottom lip out in a mock pout. "So, I did." "I was joking! And besides," she gestured vaguely toward the chaos of the set, "what are the producers going to say about... this?" "Actually, they’re obsessed." I jerked a thumb toward the monitors. The producers were huddled together, nodding and waving with frantic, eager smiles. "They think it’s the next 'it' look. Apparently, I’m starting a buzz-cut revolution. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be next." She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. I suppressed a smirk—I secret

Daphne’s POVMy knuckles were white as I stood before Adrian’s door. I took a breath, but it felt thin, barely reaching my lungs. My fingers trembled as I punched in the code. I didn’t have to wait for the click; the door swung inward, and there he was.Adrian stood in the entryway, arms crossed, his brow pulled into a tight knot. He didn't say a word. I brushed past him, keeping my eyes locked on the floor, and sank into the cushions of his couch. A moment later, the weight of the cushions shifted as he took the chair opposite me. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, until he finally cut through it.“Are you okay?” The softness in his voice made me want to flinch.I didn't look up. I focused on a stray thread on my jeans.“Do you really want to do this, Daphne?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. “Do you really want to have sex with me?”My chin lifted slowly. I forced myself to meet his eyes, though my chest felt like it was collapsing. “Yes. I want to. Just

Stefan’s POV“My dear friend, kissing my girlfriend—who also happens to be his sister’s fiancé.” Adrian’s voice dripped with a sickly sweet satisfaction. a smug twist to his lips that made my blood run cold.“Adrian, this isn’t—”“What? ‘Not what it looks like’?” He cut me off, the playfulness vanishing into a sharp, jagged edge of annoyance. “Cut the crap, Stefan.”He lunged forward, his fingers clamping around Daphne’s wrist. He yanked her toward him, marking his territory. “Daphne is mine. I’m not going to stand here and watch you help yourself with her just because you felt like it.” His eyes darkened, a predatory heat flickering in them that felt far too defensive for the situation.“There you guys are!”The sound of Bella’s voice sent a jolt through my chest, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. She hurried toward us, gesturing to the colorful cups in her hands. “The ice cream is already soup.” She stopped short, her gaze flickering between our rigid posture

Daphne’s POVThe clock on the wall felt like it was mocking me. An hour had passed, and the professor’s chair was still empty. I let out a loud sigh, leaning back in my seat. Usually, by now, Bianca would be banging her head against the desk in boredom—she hated lectures more than anything. But when I looked over, she was glowing, her eyes glued to her phone with a wide smile.“Is something funny?” I asked.She flinched and slammed her phone face-down on the desk.“Excuse me? What was that for?” I asked, my eyebrows pulling together.“It’s nothing,” she said. She flashed a bright smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. “I just love to admire my naked body.”I gave her a dry look. “Okay then. Show me. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”“Oh my god, Daphne, you’re a creep!” she laughed.“Then tell me what’s actually making you so happy,” I pressed. She opened her mouth to answer, but three girls suddenly marched up to our desk, beaming at us.Thud. They dropped three wrapped gifts rig

Daphne’s POVI held my tongue until we reached Bianca’s front door. The studio had been too crowded, too loud, and I couldn't risk making a scene there. Plus, I’d intentionally ditched Adrian; I couldn't stand the sight of his face right now.I followed Bianca into her bedroom and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her sink onto the edge of the mattress.“Today was probably the best day of my life, Daphne,” she beamed. She kicked her shoes off, her voice thick with excitement. “I actually felt like a model. My dreams are finally coming true.” She sat up straighter, her eyes dancing. “And I’ll be seen with Adrian.”I felt my fingernails dig into my palms. “What did you do with Adrian?”The smile on her lips faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. “What do you mean? We took the photos together.”“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” I snapped. The heat was rising in my chest, making my voice grate.“I know you sucked his dick.”Bianca’s eyes went wide. She froz