All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Lust : Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

CASSIAN’S POVI know that look on Nina’s face.I’ve seen it before—that raw, instinctive fear, the kind that sinks so deep into the body that it makes a person forget how to breathe—and it almost makes me take a step back.Almost.Her words hang in the air like a weight, and I find myself wishing that I can snap my fingers and take us back to last night, when secrets lay buried and trust existed. Fragile, bleeding trust…but it was there.“Who was on the phone?” I hear myself ask.She stands there, barely out of reach from me in my oversized shirt, sunlight catching the hazel in her eyes as her fingers twitch at my sides.“I want to tell you. I WILL tell you,” her voice stalls, “but we need to get out of here.”“What are you saying?”“I’m saying that we NEED TO LEAVE.”Frustration wells in my chest.“I know what you said, I’m asking why you—“My phone buzzes insistently in my hand, cutting me short.I glance down at the screen.Sloane. Fucking hell…“Don’t answer it!” Nina’s says sharp

NINA’S POV I don’t know who will get here first—Axel or Sloane—but I’m starting to fear that Cassian won’t even make it long enough to find out.I’ve been his shadow for hours, clinging to the hope that he is holding it together even as every passing minute steals a little more color from his face.He takes one glass of whiskey, then two, then grabs the bottle off the shelf.Maybe I shouldn’t have told him. I should have held on just a bit more until I talked to Axel, but the kidnapping allegation fell into our laps like a bomb.I tell myself not to overthink it. He’s better off knowing now, but I just can’t help it, not when the man I love is barely hanging on by a thread.What’s worse is knowing that this is all because of me. Maybe if I had kept my hands off him and respected mom’s marriage, this wouldn’t have happened.Even if it had, I wouldn’t be in the middle of it.Still, I know if I go back in time, I’ll still climb into this stranger's car and let him take me to his house.

CASSIAN’S POVI should have known the moment Sloane asked me to set up her room that she wasn’t just asking for a favor.That was a test—an attempt to assess just how much of her husband is left in me, as if he was ever truly there.I can’t let her turn me into what she’s planning, especially not with Nina in my orbit. Absolutely not.The door to her bedroom shuts behind me, and I’m contemplating grabbing a drink before it hits me that Nina never followed me inside.I head downstairs, scanning the foyer and stopping when I hear a noise by the fireplace. Nina? My footsteps slow, and I listen for her voice, but all I hear is a low grunt that sounds more like my ex wife. I halt at the entrance, watching her red hair cascade down her shoulders as she speaks to the assistant who supposedly hates me.I try to remember her name, but it doesn’t stick.She reaches out to pat Sloane’s hair, and she lets her. Sloane Whitmore who would rather shave her head than let anyone other than her styl