All Chapters of The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mason’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, counting shadows instead of seconds. The room was dark, but my mind would not rest. Every sound felt louder than it should. The soft ticking of the clock. The distant hum of the house settling. Even my own breathing felt heavy.Rosa slept beside me, her breathing slow and even. One arm rested lightly across the bed, as if nothing in the world had changed. As if this was just another night.But everything had changed.Andre.My son.The word felt strange in my mind, heavy and sharp at the same time. I had never said it out loud before today. I had never allowed myself to think about it fully. Somewhere deep inside, I had always known. I just refused to face it.The timing.Letty’s silence all those years ago.The way she left without explanation.The way the boy looked at me now, like he recognized something he could not name. Like his soul knew mine before his mind ever could.I had buried the thought b

Mason’s povRosa came back home two days later.She walked in like nothing had happened.Like the world had not shifted under my feet. Like I hadn’t sat in my car outside Gabriel’s estate, staring at her car until my hands went numb on the steering wheel. Like I hadn’t replayed that image in my head a hundred times since.She looked rested, calm and beautiful and that was the worst part.She smiled when she saw me, dropping her bag by the door like she always did.“Mason,” she said warmly. “You won’t believe the trip. My mom kept asking about you. She sends her greetings.”I studied her face.Her eyes didn’t waver and her voice didn’t shake.She wasn’t lying to me anymore.She was lying to herself.“That’s nice,” I said simply.She blinked, clearly expecting more. “She said you should visit soon, she misses you.”“I’m busy,” I replied.She laughed lightly, brushing past me as she set her bag down. “You’re always busy.”I didn’t answer.She paused and turned back to look at me. “Are yo

Letty’s POVIt was finally the day of the big event.I woke up before dawn, my body already tired but my mind sharp and alert. My eyes opened even before the alarm rang. For a moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet of the house. There were no footsteps, no voices. Just silence and the steady sound of my own breathing.Today had to be perfect.There was no room for mistakes.No second chances.This expansion was not just another business opening. It was a statement of power, control and legacy. And whether anyone admitted it or not, it was also a test. Of me.I sat up slowly and placed my feet on the floor. My muscles protested, reminding me of the long nights, the endless planning, the lists, the calls, the corrections. I welcomed the ache. It meant I had worked hard.I stood in front of the mirror and began fixing my hair slowly, carefully smoothing every strand into place. My face looked calm, but my eyes told the truth. I was nervous, focused and ready.

I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders as the kiss grew more passionate. With the waltz forgotten, our bodies moved instinctively, grinding against each other in the dim light of the unfinished gallery. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my throat, and he trailed hot kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. A soft moan escaped me, and he responded by pressing his hips forward, letting me feel the hard length of his cock straining against his pants.We stumbled a few steps, my back hitting a nearby wall, it was rough against my dress but adding to the raw intensity. He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "I need you. Right here." His words sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, breathless, pulling him back to me. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, yanking it open to reveal the firm planes of his chest. I ran my palms over his warm skin, feeling the muscles tense under my touch.He groaned, his

Letty’s POVDays passed, slow and heavy, like the air before a storm that refused to break.Rosa’s eyes were everywhere.If she was not physically present, I felt her through the walls, through the way the maids suddenly paused when I walked past, through the way conversations softened or stopped the moment I entered a room. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t accidental. It was intentional.At first, it bothered me more than I wanted to admit.I had lived most of my life being watched, judged, measured. Growing up, every move had been corrected, every choice questioned. I told myself I was used to it, that it was nothing new.But this was different and it was personal.Rosa wasn’t just observing me the way someone observes a threat they don’t yet understand. She wasn’t curious, she wasn’t cautious and waiting.Waiting for a mistake. Waiting for proof. Waiting for a moment she could twist into something ugly and permanent.Mason had told me of her confrontation and how she knew Andrew was not