All Chapters of Tangled In My Step-brother's Sheet: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena's P.OVHe met with Regina—of course he did—the moment we arrived at school. I saw her waiting by the gates, her smile already fixed in anticipation. He didn’t even hesitate. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, he stepped out and walked straight toward her, not sparing me a glance. I got out of the car immediately, slamming the door behind me a little too hard, and walked off without looking back.It was as if he wanted to rub it in—like he needed me to see that he could have anyone, especially Regina, without even trying. And worst of all, I had let myself believe I was different. I had fallen for his charm, for his voice, the way his touch lingered just a second longer than necessary. I let him soothe me with his words, and for a moment, I had let myself feel special.Never again.The words echoed in my head as I walked to my first class, my fists clenched in my pockets. I didn’t care what he did anymore—at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I took a seat near the windo

ELENA I kept my conversation with Ethan going, though it was more to fill the silence than to genuinely engage. My words spilled out in quiet, measured tones, a low murmur meant only for him. We discussed anything that popped in our heads, forgetting the looming presence of the woman at the front of the room. Still, despite my best efforts to seem occupied, I couldn’t stop myself from stealing glances at Logan.He sat just a few chairs away, hunched slightly, his head tucked in his arms on the table. He hadn’t said much since he moved seats, he didn’t even spare us a glance. His silence wasn’t just quiet—it was deliberate. Was he actually sleeping or was he just passing time? Was he trying to stop himself from hearing us? Suddenly, there was a scrape of a chair and we all lifted our heads, turning to the front of the class. Surprisingly, Logan lifted his head, interested or finally blowing his cover out of boredom. The woman stood, not saying a word. Her gaze swept across the r

ELENAI tossed and turned multiple times before I finally crawled out of bed. I took a deep breath before pulling the door open. I poked my head through the ajar door and scanned the hallway before I walked out. I carefully closed it behind me and headed to the living room. I stopped halfway, when I heard the door creaking. My heart race quickened, and I contemplated between moving or saying where I was. “Fuck!” I heard a familiar voice. My eyebrows furrowed and I blinked, trying to decipher who’s voice that belonged to. The sound was more than a whisper then he repeated and I sighed, releasing who the voice belonged to. Logan. I stepped forward till I arrived in the living room only to meet Logan reaching the door knob. “Logan,” I called, my voice being louder than I intended. He turned swiftly, realising he had been caught in the act. Seeing me, he released a breath, his hand moving towards his chest. “What are you doing awake by this time?” He questioned.I jerked my head b

ELENA I pulled away from him as fast as possible, My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt panic. As I stood there, my feet seemed glued to the ground. My hands gripped the fabric of my nightgown, dragging it down as if trying to shield myself from the impending confrontation.My hands trembled uncontrollably, betraying the calm facade I desperately tried to maintain. My eyes were fixated on the door, every muscle in my body tense, as I watched the knob slowly turn downwards till it clicked and the door was creaked open, revealing a bright light.My anxiety amplified. My heart raced even faster. My mouth went dry, but I still tried to force the fears which hurt like crazy. I spread my lips wide to form a smile as a foot protruded from the ajar door.I could feel my eyebrows furrow in instinctive worry, and my lips twitched, betraying the fear that built up inside me. Yet, I held my composure. In that moment, time seemed to stretch, every second feeling like an eternity. I took a

ELENA “You’re stuck with me,” James said with a crooked grin, her fingers curling around mine before I had the chance to protest. He tugged me forward, leading the way toward the lunch table with a playful determination that made it clear I had no say in the matter.I stumbled a little, trying to keep up while balancing the flimsy lunch tray in my other hand. My grip tightened instinctively—every slight jostle felt like a disaster waiting to happen. The juice box had already tipped sideways during our abrupt takeoff and now lay awkwardly on its side, pressed against the edge of the tray like a fallen soldier. Thankfully, the food—or whatever mystery meal they’d served today—hadn’t shifted much. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. His laugh—low and unbothered—floated back to me as we moved through the maze of students.A quiet smile crept across my lips as he gently tugged me forward. His hand didn’t leave mine, not even as we weaved past scattered cha