All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 131 - Chapter 134

Corleone’s povI hated that I was crying over this.Of all the things life had thrown at me, of all the battles Martil and I had survived together, it felt ridiculous that one woman could walk into a dinner and completely destroy my peace. Yet there I was, standing in the middle of our bedroom with tears burning my eyes and my suitcase open on the bed. The villa suddenly felt too large around me. It felt too quiet and too empty. Every corner seemed to echo with things I didn’t want to think about. The dress I had worn to dinner laid discarded on a chair while I angrily shoved clothes into my luggage without bothering to fold them properly.“Stupid,” I muttered under my breath.I wasn’t even sure who I was talking about anymore. Was it the woman downstairs? Martil? Or myself? Maybe all three of us deserved it.My chest hurt in a way I hated admitting. It wasn’t because I was angry. It was not because I was confused. But because I was hurt. Because somewhere along the line, I’d falle

People always called Martil dangerous.They whispered his name like it carried a curse. They talked about him in lowered voices, as if saying it too loudly would somehow summon him into the room.It amused me.Because people like Martil were easy to understand.Predictable.Violent men always were.Everyone thought violence made someone complicated.It didn’t.Violence simplified people.Push the right button, and they reacted.Threaten something they loved, and they moved exactly where you wanted them to move.The truly dangerous people weren’t the ones carrying guns.They were the ones standing behind the curtain, deciding where the guns should point.I sat in the dark maintenance building and smiled to myself.Outside, the ocean wind rattled softly against the walls. Somewhere in the distance, tourists were laughing, drinking, enjoying vacations they couldn’t afford.Meanwhile, Martil was probably losing his mind.Good.That was exactly where I wanted him.The woman had done her jo