All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Corleone’s pov My normal life suddenly felt fake. What went wrong with my plan when I came from Berlin? I told myself that I wanted to avoid drama. Now look who got herself wrapped up like a baked potato in the most dangerous drama itself. The hallways at school were still always laughed. Everything blurred past me. People laughed too loud, they talked too fast and cared about things that didn’t make sense to me. And me? I felf like I was carrying something no one else could see. “Okay, I’m officially concerned.” Percy’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked, realizing I had been staring at nothing again. “What?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what she was talking about. “You’ve been quiet for like… three days,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “That’s not normal, not for a free spirit like you.” I exhaled, leaning back in my chair. “I’m fine.” “Liar.” She eyed me. “No, you are not.” I didn’t even argue because we both knew she wasn’t wrong. “You haven

Martil’s pov She turned to leave. Heck, I didn’t want her to and I didn’t want to stop either. What was I supposed to do? It wasn’t that simple. Nothing about us has ever been simple. For a second….it only lasted for a second that I almost allowed her leave. If she left, I knew her. I knew Corleone so well that she wouldn’t return, she was that angry at me. Yet I couldn’t figure out why she was mad. Why was she always mad at me? All of these was already wrong from the beginning. We were step siblings. Even though it wasn’t official yet, it couldn’t be denied yet we were undeniably attracted to one another and we haven’t been able to withdraw off the lane. Letting her leave would have been the smartest thing. At least, it would put an end to our wrong and dangerous affair that could get her killed. I should allow her walk out. I should allow her cool off. I should allow her settle things in her head so she’d never speak to me again. It was safer and simple but it wasn’t still s

Corleone’s pov The call with Martil last night ended abruptly. He hung up himself and never called again. Deep down, I wanted him to but well, he didn’t. I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stay away from me after the version I saw of him last night or I wanted him around me all the time. I rolled off the bed as I barely had any sleep, not because of nightmares from the dead bodies but because my unnamed relationship with Martil might have been flushed down the terrain due to last night. The day had barely started, but the energy in the house was already buzzing like Pusley’s electricity. My mom had been up since dawn. She had been checking emails, reviewing the event planner’s notes, and hopping from room to room like she was preparing for a rich and royal gala. “Corley!” she called as I stepped down the stairs. She was tapping her phone as she checked the wedding timeline. “Come here. We need to discuss the guest list before I lose my min

Corleone’s pov “Where is Davin?” I wasn’t sure what prompted that question but Davin was my friend. Of course, I didn’t expect him to be here for days but he didn’t even show up at all. Not just now. I haven’t seen him around for weeks. I was too occupied with Martil that I barely even noticed and remembered. Percy said he traveled somewhere a time like that but wasn’t he back yet? Why was he missing so many classes all in the name of a vacation? It’s been almost a month. “What?” Percy froze instantly. I saw it. She froze. She didn’t expect that question and how it made her freeze, something must be going on. “Percy.” I went to stand in front of her so she’d know this was serious. “Davin is fine. We should go to sleep.” She answered. I scoffed. “I know Davin met you first as his friend but I’m his friend too. He didn’t even inform me he would be traveling and now it seems like he had moved out of the country totally.” “No no.” Percy shook her head. “He’s in the country, just

Corleone’s pov At first, it seemed like someone was watching me. But when I checked, there was nothing unusual yesterday. Now, it was the wedding eve’s day. The hotel lobby was alive with the kind of energy that only a city in full bloom could generate. There were full polished floors that gleamed under the golden chandeliers, luggage from guests were packed and rolled over the marble tiles, and the faint hum of distant elevators created a low, constant rhythm that I found oddly comforting. Mom walked ahead of us, her posture straight, the perfect balance of elegance and excitement radiating from her. She had insisted we arrived early to get settled, to make sure the rooms were perfect, and double-check all the details of everything before the initial wedding began. Percy had immediately taken over the logistics. She was juggling our luggage, my mom’s bags, her own, and a detailed notebook of hotel room information. Every floor plan, every possible route from the lobby to the e