All Chapters of FATED TO HER CURSED HYBRID STEPBROTHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MAEVEBy the time I walked out of the house the next morning, Lucien’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and I was sure he must have left me behind. He probably couldn’t stand me after what happened in the wee hours of the morning. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t stand myself either. I couldn’t stand the both of us.The fire that we’ve always danced around was enough to burn both of us, but I couldn’t believe that we actually gave in to our urges. That we could become so overpowered with our lust and want to the point of fucking like wild animals in the heat out there in the open, where we could easily have an audience. What would Mom think? What would people think? God! I was such an idiot. I walked to the nearest bus stop in shame. It was almost like what I did was branded onto my forehead, and everybody who looked at me could see how I had allowed myself to be used and fucked by my stepbrother. I nearly missed the bus, and when I entered, there was only one empty seat beside a guy who

MAEVEIt’s been three days since that conversation with Theo, and I’ve done everything I can to avoid him. It’s either I leave for work earlier or later than usual so that we won’t run into each other. I also stick with eating lunch in my office. I missed the ease of our friendship, but I also didn’t know what to do with his blatant obsession with Lucien when it seemed like the only reason he even befriended me was because of Lucien. He had texted and called multiple times, and each time I managed to give him one stiff reason or the other. I hoped he’d just give up, but he persisted, and right now, I was sitting across from Lucien as we were driven to the restaurant, where he was meeting a prospective investor, when a message came in from Theo. It was an apology message for coming on too strong about Lucien. He opened up to me that he was a closeted gay man, and he has had a crush on Lucien for years, but has never been in proximity with him. I was the only close contact to Lucien th

MAEVEI was flushed against him like I weighed nothing. The pleasure didn't start slowly. It started all at once. It was blinding. It was intoxicating. It made me hungrier. Wetter. Made my pussy gush and ache. I was gasping and whimpering from it all, and my hands were roaming all over my body with an intense need for something even stronger. “Yes, please, Lucien.” I moaned shamelessly, my mind lost on the science of how this was possible. How could I get this much blinding pleasure from something that was supposed to cause me intense pain? I didn't even care how this was possible. I just love this highness. This unending pleasure Lucien made low growls and groans that were straight to my core and made me rub myself shamelessly against his crotch. He was hard, and the friction we made made my head spin. When I wrapped my hand around his length, he tore his mouth away from me with a growl, and he barely even looked at me before he turned me around and pressed me against his desk. I

MAEVEThe Uber rolled to a stop in front of the company, and I was already reaching for the door when a familiar black car pulled in right beside us.Oh, Damn it!I stepped out slowly, my stomach tightening when I saw Lucien’s car come to a smooth halt. The timing was terrible. Not that there was ever a good time anymore.We lived in the same fucking house. We worked in the same building. Avoiding him had been close to impossible these past few days, no matter how hard I tried.Especially since I was his personal assistant.I stayed where I was, pretending to adjust my bag, pretending I wasn’t suddenly hyperaware of everything. My heart started beating faster, his words from that night slipping back into my head.Fix it… or I’ll kill you. And your mother.The driver’s door opened.Lucien stepped out.He looked exactly the same as always, tailored suit, sharp posture, controlled expression, but there was something heavier about him now. Something darker. And I could only guess why.I

LUCIENOn the day of the trial, Hera wasn’t picking up her call.I wasn’t surprised, but I stared at my phone, as if her name would light up the screen if I stared at it long enough, and she would offer me a solution.It didn’t happen, so I called again anyway, but it went straight to voicemail.Of course.I shoved the phone into my pocket and paced my room, footsteps heavy against the floorboards. The walls felt smaller than usual, like they were closing in on me, taunting me. Outside, the sun was already high. Too high.They weren’t bluffing. They really picked the perfect day for this trial because even with my daylight ring on, I could feel the heat radiating through me.I stopped near the window and looked at the strip of sunlight cutting through the room. It looked harmless. Warm. Ordinary.Then I looked at my daylight ring, staring at it before I finally took it off.For a second, I just held it in my palm, jaw clenched. I didn’t need to do this. I already knew the answer. I h