All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Bellamy’s PovThe moment Martil disappeared down the hallway, I stood frozen in place.His words replayed in my head again and again."You're certainly enjoying the benefits."The audacity.The sheer audacity of that man.I had crossed an ocean only to be treated like an inconvenience.No.Worse.Like furniture.I stared at the empty corridor long after he was gone, my nails digging into my palms.Most men didn't speak to me that way.Most men went out of their way to impress me.Most men stumbled over their words when I walked into a room.Martil barely tolerated my existence.The worst part?It bothered me far more than it should have.With a frustrated sigh, I returned to my room and slammed the door behind me. I tossed my handbag onto the bed before pacing across the expensive suite.The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Normally, the view would have calmed me.Tonight, it did nothing.I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart.The call conne

Corleone’s PovThe rumors had become a living thing.No matter where I went, they followed me.They lurked in whispered conversations, hid behind curious stares, and clung to every hallway I walked through. Sometimes people tried to be subtle. Most of the time they didn't bother.I was exhausted.Not physically.Emotionally.The kind of exhaustion that settled deep inside your bones and made everything feel heavier than it should.I was sitting at the kitchen island one evening, scrolling through my phone without actually reading anything, when my mother walked into the room.I felt her eyes on me immediately.That alone was enough to make me tense.Our relationship hadn't been the same for a long time.Maybe it had started changing after she married Martil's father.Maybe it had started changing even before that.Whatever the reason, we had become strangers living under the same roof.We spoke when necessary.Nothing more.She poured herself a glass of water before sitting opposite m

Corleone’s PovThe last three weeks felt like someone had taken my life, shaken it gently, and returned it improved in ways I didn’t think were possible.For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t surviving anything.I was living.Martil made sure of that.He had a way of acting like the entire world existed only to be managed so I could breathe easier. It started with small things—meals I didn’t have to ask for, drivers waiting outside without me arranging them, clothes appearing in his house that somehow fit me perfectly—but it quickly became something larger than convenience. It became a rhythm. A routine. A life that revolved around laughter instead of tension.We traveled twice in those weeks. The first trip was somewhere coastal, where the air smelled like salt and freedom and Martil refused to let me check my phone for more than five minutes at a time. The second was colder, quieter, a city that glowed at night like it was made entirely of light. Both times, I lost count of ho

Corleone’s PovI didn’t think Martil could carry that much pain inside him and still function like the world hadn’t cracked him open.After everything he told me, I kept replaying his voice in my head. The way it tightened when he spoke about his sister. The way his expression hardened when he mentioned his mother. The way his entire body went still, like even remembering cost him something.It made sense now.The distance between him and his father. The coldness. The control. The way he never let anything touch him for too long.Because anything that stayed too long eventually hurt him.And I didn’t want to be something that hurt him.So I stayed.Not out of pity.Out of choice.The house felt different that night. Quieter, but not empty. Martil didn’t talk much, but he didn’t disappear either. He just… existed in the same space as me, like he was trying to figure out what to do with himself now that the walls he built had been cracked open.I followed him into the kitchen without as

Percy’s PovThe idea of a group trip sounded simple when Kaleb first said it.Too simple.Like none of us had complicated histories, unresolved emotions, or people we actively avoided in crowded rooms.But somehow, we still agreed.Martil handled the arrangements like everything in his life—quietly, efficiently, without asking for opinions he had no intention of following. Corleone just went along with him like she always did, trusting him in a way that still made me slightly jealous if I thought about it too long.And me?I was going because Kaleb was going.That alone was already a problem I refused to unpack too deeply.The moment we arrived at the coastal country, everything felt different.Warmer.Softer.Like the air itself didn’t know how to hold onto pain for too long.The villa was absurdly large, perched close enough to the ocean that the waves sounded like they were trying to break into the house. White walls. Open terraces. Glass everywhere.Kaleb immediately started unpac