All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The hallway was quiet as Inés made her way to Miguel's home office.She'd noticed it the moment she'd come downstairs that evening. The absence of footsteps, of clinking dishes, of Martha's gentle humming in the kitchen. The house felt empty.She'd tried not to think about what that meant.Now, standing outside Miguel's door, she could hear the soft clicking of his keyboard. Working late, as usual. As if grief and scandal and the memory of a moonlit pool hadn't turned his world upside down.Inés raised her hand to knock, then hesitated.She was still flushed from the phone call with Carmen. Still confused. Still trying to piece together why Miguel who had openly despised her mother for months, had just sponsored a two-week trip to the Maldives.She knocked."Come in." His voice was distracted.Inés pushed open the door and stepped inside.Miguel sat behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his tie loosened and hanging forgotten around his neck. His laptop glowed in fron

The restaurant was beautiful. all soft lighting and cream-colored linens, with fresh flowers on every table and expensive wine. Classical music drifted through the air, mingling with the gentle murmur of conversation from wealthy patrons who ate here regularly.Carlos had chosen well. Of course he had. He always did.He sat across from her now, looking handsome in a navy blazer and crisp white shirt, his smile warm and genuine as he talked about a story from work, maybe, or plans for the weekend. Inés wasn't entirely sure because she hadn't been fully listening for the past ten minutes.She nodded at what seemed like appropriate moments. Smiled when he smiled. Took sips of the expensive wine he'd ordered.But her mind was elsewhere..On Miguel. Always Miguel.The way he'd fucked her against the wall of the library yesterday while Carmen was upstairs on a phone call. The way he'd pulled her into the pantry this morning and dropped to his knees, his mouth on her before she could protest,

Inés didn't realize how long she'd been standing at the window until her mother's voice cut through her thoughts."For someone who was so horrified to discover I was sleeping with José, you certainly seem to have your own dirt to hide."Inés jumped, spinning around so fast she nearly lost her balance. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she found Carmen leaning against the doorframe of the sitting room, arms crossed, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in amusement."I don't know what you're talking about," Inés said, but the words came out too quickly and defensive.Carmen's laugh was sharp and knowing. She pushed off the doorframe and walked into the room with the kind of predatory grace that came from years of knowing how to read people, how to spot weakness and exploit it."Please, Inés. I might have married for money, but I'm not stupid." Carmen moved to stand beside Inés at the window, following her daughter's previous line of sight to the garden below where Miguel was in t

The guest room on the east wing of the mansion had become their secret meeting place over the past months. Far enough from the main house that staff rarely ventured there, private enough that Carmen and José could continue their affair without drawing attention.José paced the length of the room like a caged animal, his movements sharp and agitated, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His shirt was slightly disheveled, his tie loosened, his usually composed demeanor shattered by barely contained rage.Carmen sat in the armchair by the window, her posture rigid, her expression carefully neutral despite the tension radiating from every line of her body. She watched José pace with the kind of detached patience that only seemed to fuel his anger further."This is unbelievable," José said, his voice tight with frustration. "Absolutely unbelievable. You call me up here like I'm some kind of servant you can summon at will, ask me to run your errands, to pick up your packages fr

**I'm sleeping with Miguel. I've been sleeping with Miguel. We've been having mad, hot, passionate sex in Spain, in every position imaginable. I'm in love with him. I think I've been in love with him for the past one year, maybe from the beginning, and I'm so sorry but I can't keep lying to you anymore.**Inés sat in the back of the town car, her hands twisted together in her lap so tightly her knuckles had gone white. The words played on repeat in her head. How do you tell someone who genuinely cared about you that you'd been betraying them with his best friend?Carlos had suggested they meet at this little artisan ice cream shop he loved. He'd sounded happy on the phone, like he had something important to share with her. The guilt had been crushing even through the terrible cell connection.She got to the location quite late. And there, at a table near the back, she saw Carlos. But he wasn't alone. Inés froze in the doorway, her brain struggling to process what her eyes were seeing.