Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hot For My New Stepbrother : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Aurelia I barely had time to drop my bag in the foyer before my mother ambushed me. She was waiting like a predator, her phone in her hand, her face twisted in that familiar mix of outrage and opportunity. “What is this?” she demanded, thrusting the screen in my face. The video was already playing the moment Chase’s girlfriend tipped the container over the railing. Worms rained down on me in high definition, and I saw the frozen shock on my face, the way I’d staggered as they crawled over my skin. The audio even caught the laughter, the shouts, even my choked gasp. It had gone viral. Of course it had. But how did she find it? I didn't even want to know. I tried to step around her. “I think it’s pretty obvious.” She blocked me with her shoulder, her nails digging into my arm as she yanked me back. “Don’t get smart with me. She warned you to stay away from her boyfriend. Why?” I sighed, exhaustion and leftover revulsion weighing me down. “You could just ask her, Mum.” Her ey

Aurelia My whole body went ablaze from just reading his dirty text. Heat surged through me like wildfire, pooling low between my thighs. Wetness trickled down, soaking the thin lace of my panties. My nipples hardened instantly, straining against the sheer fabric of the dress. They turned into visible, aching peaks that rubbed with every shallow breath I took.I tried, God, I tried not to let my mind wander, not to picture him actually doing it. Pushing me down on these grand marble stairs in front of everyone, spreading my thighs wide, burying his face between them and devouring me like I was his last meal. His tongue sliding deep and relentlessly, tasting every secret inch while the guests watched me unravel.But the image was burned into my brain now, vivid and obscene.I swallowed dryly, my cheeks burning hotter than the chandelier lights above. My hands trembled at my sides.Chase lifted his eyes subtly from across the room and licked his lips, like he could already taste me.H

Expensive pearls adorned her throat, diamonds flashing on her fingers. She sipped her champagne like it was poison she was saving for me.“You’re the reason he broke up with my daughter, I hear.” Her voice was low enough that others couldn't hear, but every word landed like a slap on my cheek. “Some little nobody in a borrowed dress.”I opened my mouth, but she wasn’t done.“I will destroy everything you care about,” she continued, stepping closer, her smile never wavering for the benefit of anyone watching. “I’ll make sure Darlington sends you and your prostitute mother back to the trailers where you both belong.” She snarled the last part, and spittle landed on my forehead and nose.I didn’t understand why she felt the need to threaten me like this, unless her daughter had spilled her suspicions, painted me as the scheming little homewrecker who’d stolen Chase right out from under her.It made a twisted kind of sense. They saw me as the obstacle now, the cheap interloper blocking t

Aurelia He stepped back, tucking himself away with detached efficiency.“Leave,” he repeated, the word harder this time.I stared at him, naked and trembling on the counter, my legs still weak from what he’d just done to me.He wanted me to leave? Just like that? I didn't understand. It wasn't just about his constant mood swings this time, there was something else, deeper than I could see.“My dress is ruined,” I whispered. “I can’t go out there like this.”He didn’t answer at first. He simply started undressing, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, he unbuttoned his dress shirt swiftly, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint bruises around his throat.I still wondered what those bruises were and how he'd gotten them.He pulled the shirt off completely and held it out to me without meeting my eyes.“Wear that,” he said. “Then leave.”The shirt hung from his fingers like a dismissal.I took it with numb hands, the fabric still warm from his body, carrying his

Aurelia At night, I packed like someone possessed, quiet, frantic, my hands shaking as I shoved only what I couldn’t live without into the small duffel bag. A few changes of clothes. My laptop. Charger. The worn photo of my dad I kept hidden in my drawer, toiletries (God forbid I run without tissue and tampons) and nothing else. I couldn’t see past the tears rolling down my cheeks, they were hot and silent, a reminder that I was facing this alone. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, zipped the bag, and slung it over my shoulder. It was heavier than I expected. Or maybe that was just my heart. I tiptoed out of my room, pulling the door shut with a soft click that sounded too final. The hallway was dark, the house asleep, or pretending to be. I turned the opposite way from the main stairs. The back staircase was narrower, creakier, but it led straight down to the side entrance. Perfect for disappearing. But first, I had one stop. My mother’s room. The documents w