All Chapters of Craving my sisters fiancé: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian’s POVThe doorbell chimed through the quiet of my apartment. I glanced at the monitor. Stefan. I let a smirk crawl across my face before pulling the door open. He stood there, jaw tight and eyes dark.“What do you want from me?” he snapped, pushing past me into the room.“Whatever happened to hello?” I leaned against the doorframe, keeping the smirk fixed. “How are you? How’s the movie coming along?”“I really don’t have time for this, Adrian. What do you want?” He paced the floor, his shoulders hunched with annoyance. I just folded my arms, watching him spiral.“Do you want a drink? I know you love ginger ale. I have some in the fridge.” I brushed past him, not waiting for an answer.“I don’t want anything!”I ignored him. I reached into the fridge, the cold air hitting my face, and pulled out a chilled bottle.“Here. Have this.” I pressed the cold glass into his hand. He was fuming—I could see the pulse jumping in his neck—but his fingers clamped around the bottle anyway. He

Daphne’s POV“Are you sure you are okay?” He looked at me, his brows pulling together. I opened my mouth to answer, but the door clicked and Bianca stepped out.“You didn’t tell me you were here already,” Bianca said. A small smile played on her lips, making me blink at her in confusion. Her eyes traveled down my outfit. “Are you going to a party tonight?” she asked, her tone sounding a bit teased. I shifted on my feet; my dress definitely felt like too much for a house dinner.“I’m going to go take these heels off,” I said, forcing a quick, awkward smile. I hurried to my room and leaned back against the door, letting out a long breath with my eyes squeezed shut. When I opened them, the thought hit me again. Is Bella cheating on Stefan? She wouldn't do that. She loves Stefan—everyone knows that. And Stefan loves her, though that hadn't stopped him from sleeping with me. Does that mean Bella is doing the same? I shook my head. No, she isn’t like me; she’s the traditional type. Maybe I

Bianca’s POVHer slap sent my head snapping to the side. My cheek burned, and my vision blurred as heat radiated from the palm print she’d left behind. I cupped my face, my fingers trembling against my skin.“You are a disgrace to this family.” My mother’s voice didn’t boom; it hissed, sharp and cold. “An abortion, Bianca? Really?”I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My throat felt like it was full of glass. There was no denying it—the headlines were everywhere, a digital stain that wouldn’t scrub off.“Mom...” I finally choked out. The word felt fragile.“Don’t.” She recoiled as if my voice was physical filth. “What did we do to deserve this? I poured everything into you. I exhausted myself trying to raise you right, and this is the thanks I get? You’ve dragged our name through the mud.”A tear tracked down my nose and splashed onto the floor. “Mom, I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I wanted to tell you, but—”“But what? You were too ashamed of your own choices?” She pa

Daphne’s pov“What!” The word popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.Adrian didn’t even look up from his desk at first. He just leaned back, a smug, slow-burning smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Why the shock, Daphne? You’re my assistant. It’s only right that you follow me to Italy.”“I can’t just go to Italy,” I stammered, my heart starting to thud against my ribs. I gestured vaguely toward the door, as if my entire life were waiting right outside. “I have school work, I have classes, I…”“Take a leave of absence,” he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s not a big deal. You aren't in your exam period yet, so don't pretend to be a scholar all of a sudden.”I crossed my arms “No. I’m not going.”The smile on his face vanished instantly. His posture stiffened, and his voice turned cold. “You have to, Daphne. I pay you to be where I need you. There are no exceptions.”“My mom will never allow it,” I countered, desperate for an excuse he couldn’t argue with.“D

Adrian’s POVMy breath hitched, my eyes stretching wide as I stared at the face in front of me. Ken. It couldn’t be. The air felt thin, my mind racing with questions I didn't want answered. Why is he here? Why did he come back now?“Adrian, I...”“Don’t you dare come anywhere close to me,” I rasped. My voice shook, a fragile thread ready to snap, while my pulse thrummed with a sharp, cold fear. As heat flooded my eyes and tears began to blur my vision, I tore my gaze away to find Stefan. “Fuck you,” I spat, the words jagged and heavy with a sudden surge of bile. I didn't wait for a reaction; I shoved past him, my legs moving before I could even think.“Adrian, please wait!” Ken’s voice cracked behind me. I quickened my pace, my heart hammering against my ribs as I tried to outrun the sound of his footsteps. “Adrian, please hear me out!” He finally caught up, his fingers closing around my wrist.“You fucking let go of me!” I wrenched my arm back, yanking myself free with a violent shud