All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I held Corleone tight, my arms wrapped around her like I could shield her from the whole fucked-up world if I just squeezed hard enough. Corleone’s body shook against mine, her face buried in my chest as fresh sobs cracked through her. She’d been holding this shit in for days and now it was all spilling out. My shirt was already soaked with her tears, but I didn’t give a damn as I buried my face in her hair, breathing her in.“I’m here,” I murmured, my voice low and somehow rough. “I’m right here, Corley. I’m not going anywhere this time. Not for a while.”She tried to pull back, but I held her firmer against me, one hand cradling the back of her head. “You always say that,” she whispered, her voice muffled and broken. “Then you disappear on that stupid bike for days and I’m left wondering if you’re dead.”“I know and I’m sorry. Those bastards tried to put me in the ground. I had to make sure they couldn’t touch us again. But you’re right, I left you here to deal with everything alo

I hated how my heart still stuttered whenever I saw Kaleb walking across campus like he owned the damn place.University wasn’t supposed to feel this small. The quad was packed with students laughing, rushing between lectures, sipping overpriced coffee. Autumn leaves crunched underfoot, and the air smelled like wet grass and cheap perfume. I kept my head high, backpack slung over one shoulder, earbuds in but no music playing. Just armor.People thought I was strong. Ink—even back then when I still went by Percy—carried herself like nothing could touch her. Sharp tongue, sharper glare. I made sure of it. But inside? I was just a girl who stupidly crushed on the one guy who would never see her as more than background noise.Kaleb.He was laughing with a group of guys near the fountain—loud, confident, leather jacket slung over his shoulder even though it wasn’t cold enough yet. His friends included them. Jax, Tyler, and Marcus. The three assholes who had decided I was their next conques

I slammed the apartment door so hard the frame rattled, the sound echoing through the empty rooms like a gunshot. Six weeks. Six fucking weeks since Corleone had slipped away like a ghost in the night, taking nothing but a small bag and that pathetic hidden train ticket I’d eventually found tucked in her old novel. The bed still smelled like her shampoo—lavender and something sweet that always made my chest tighten. I stood in the middle of our living room, fists clenched, staring at the faded bruise mark on the wall where I’d punched it the night she left.“She’s mine,” I muttered to the silence. “She’ll always be mine.”My phone buzzed on the coffee table. Unknown number. I ignored it. Instead, I opened the folder on my laptop again—hundreds of photos of her. Corleone smiling at me on our first trip to the lake, her hair windblown, eyes full of that innocent adoration that had hooked me from day one. Another one: her cooking in this very kitchen, apron tied around her waist, glancin

Martil leaned against the brick wall outside the lecture hall, the late afternoon sun warm on his face but doing nothing to ease the knot of unease twisting in his gut. He’d seen Corleone that morning in the hallway—pale, eyes darting, that fake little smile she’d given him when he handed her the mail. She’d brushed him off again, polite but distant, and it had stuck with him all day. Something was wrong with her. He wanted to push, to sit her down and ask what shadows were chasing her, but timing mattered. For now, he let it sit.His phone stayed stubbornly silent. He pulled it out for the sixth time and dialed Kaleb.Voicemail. Again.“Damn it, Kaleb,” Martil muttered, voice low and rough. “It’s me. Pick up. This radio silence isn’t you, man. Call me back the second you get this.”Kaleb wasn’t just his best friend—he was his right-hand man, the one who kept the underground fight club running smooth on the edges of Berlin. Loyal to the bone. If Kaleb missed a training session or didn

Corleone’s POVThe cab ride back from the club felt endless. Every red light made my heart stutter in a weird way. I kept twisting in my seat, scanning the sidewalks through rain-streaked windows, convinced Girad’s shadow hid behind every stranger. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and fidgeting. Tears slipped down my cheeks as the driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Percy sat beside me, her arm wrapped tightly around mine, holding me in place.“I can’t go back to my place tonight,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “He knows where I live. He said he’s watching. He’ll be there.”“You’re staying with me,” Percy said firmly, squeezing my arm. “No arguments. The bed is yours as long as you need it.”When we finally reached her apartment, I collapsed onto the couch and let the sobs come out full force. The alcohol had worn off, leaving only raw fear and terror. “He found me so easily, Percy.” My sobs were louder than my words. “After everything, I dyed my hair, avo