All Chapters of FATEBOUND: Mated to my step-brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Nothing feels stable.

Gianna.“We’re mates, Mum.”The words didn’t just land.They hit.And then—Silence.Not the quiet kind that settles gently into a room. Not the kind you can breathe through.This one pressed.Thick. Heavy. Suffocating.Like the air had turned solid and was forcing its way into my lungs, filling my chest until it felt too tight, too full, like I couldn’t take in anything else.No one moved.Mum just stood there, staring at me.Marcus didn’t blink.Ivan…Ivan looked shocked.I'm not even surprised because I didn’t expect to say it out loud either. It just… slipped. Like the truth got tired of being held back and forced its way out before I could stop it.And suddenly, I became hyper-aware of everything.The way my chest was rising too fast.The way my fingers were curled slightly at my sides, like I was still holding onto something that wasn’t there anymore.The way my heartbeat slammed against my ribs, loud enough it felt like everyone in the room could hear it.Say something.Do some

The curse

Gianna.The silence didn’t just linger.It thickened.Like the air had settled in the room and decided it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.Mum was still pacing, her steps uneven now, her fingers dragging through her hair as though she could physically pull answers from the strands. Her breaths came quicker, sharper—like every thought was running faster than she could catch it.Ivan stood close to me, his posture rigid, shoulders squared like he was bracing for impact. But his eyes… they kept flickering to me in quiet, constant checks. Noticing. Watching. Making sure I hadn’t slipped too far into whatever this was.Marcus hadn’t moved.He stood there like a man waiting to confess something that would ruin him.“So what are we going to do?” Mum finally said, her voice heavy as she sank onto the edge of the bed.Marcus exhaled slowly.Too slowly.Like he was pulling the answer out of somewhere deep and painful.This isn’t going to be good.“This isn’t something we can argue our way out of,”

Back on speaking terms

Gianna.The conversation didn’t end.It just… loosened its grip.Like something too tight, finally letting go, but still leaving marks behind.When I closed my room door, the silence rushed in to meet me, wrapping around me in a way that felt both comforting and suffocating. I leaned back against the door for a moment, eyes drifting shut.My chest was still tight.Too many things.Too many truths sitting on top of each other like they didn’t know where to settle.Ivan.The curse.The marking.The fear that something irreversible had already begun.I pushed myself off the door and walked into the bathroom, needing the water, needing something that could drown the noise in my head.The moment I slid into the bath, warmth surrounded me, but it didn’t calm me.It never did.Instead, it gave my thoughts space to breathe.And they did.A lot.Ivan’s voice replayed in my head first.“I’m not rejecting her.”The way he said it…Not as a promise.But as a decision.My chest tightened at the m

Her rejection to my plea.

Gianna.I woke up a little late.Not the normal kind of late where you shoot up in panic and start scrambling for time. No. This was different.This was the kind where you’re awake… but not really moving.I had been staring at the ceiling for God knows how long, my eyes tracing the faint cracks like they could somehow give me answers. My body felt heavy, like it knew something I didn’t want to admit yet.School.Rue.That look on her face the last time I saw her.My chest tightened.Do I even go?The thought circled again, slower this time, heavier.If I go, I’ll see her.If I don’t… I’m avoiding it.And somehow, avoiding it felt worse.A knock cut through my thoughts.Sharp.Too loud for how quiet my head had been.I sat up almost immediately, my heart jumping a little too fast for something so simple.“Come in.”The door opened, and Ivan walked in.My breath hitched for a split second.He was in only sweatpants.Bare chest. Completely.My eyes flicked over him before I could stop m

Tiffany's back?

Gianna.My legs stayed rooted to the spot.Like the ground had wrapped itself around my ankles and decided I wasn’t allowed to move anymore.I could still see her.Rue.The way her shoulders tensed. The way she didn’t even hesitate before walking away. The way she didn’t look back.Not once.My chest tightened slowly, like something invisible was pressing down on it.“Gia! Gia!”Cassie’s hands landed on my shoulders, shaking me slightly, pulling me back into my body.I blinked.Once.Twice.“She didn’t want to listen,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I expected. My eyes burned, the tears already forming before I could stop them.Cassie sighed, not surprised.“I expected that.”That somehow made it worse.I nodded anyway, swallowing past the lump in my throat.“Do you want to go somewhere or—”“I’ll just go home.”I didn’t trust myself to be anywhere else.Didn’t trust my words.My actions.Anything.“Okay, take care. I’ll see you tomorrow?”“Sure.”She gave my shoulder one last

Tiffany is back.

Ivan.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the curse.It sat somewhere behind my mind like a stone that refused to sink, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. Every time I thought of Gianna, it pressed harder, like it knew exactly where to hurt.Things were finally good between us. Properly good. The kind of good that made mornings feel lighter and silence feel safe.And now this.Almost like the universe had looked at us and decided we weren’t allowed peace for too long. But fate didn't play fair. It never did.I stepped out of the shower, dragging a towel through my damp hair, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers it didn’t have.Gianna.Curse.Twelve-year cycle.One dies. One turns rogue.I exhaled sharply.Why did it have to be us?My phone rang.I frowned immediately at the screen.Tiffany.Why was she calling? And at this hour?And why did it feel like my stomach already knew this wasn’t going to be simple?I stared at it for a second too long.Should I even

The party

Gianna.The party invite sat on my screen longer than it should have.Bright. Loud. Tempting.Like it didn’t understand the kind of chaos it was inviting me into.My thumb hovered over the screen, unmoving… suspended… like if I stayed there long enough, the decision would make itself.A party.Crowded.Loud music.People.And possibly… Rue.My stomach twisted immediately, tight and sharp, like something had reached inside me and clenched.What if she’s there?What if she sees me?What if she looks at me like that again—That look.Not anger.Not even hate.Fear.My chest dipped inward at the memory, breath catching halfway like it didn’t want to go any further.I dropped my phone onto the bed, dragging both hands down my face slowly, pressing my palms into my eyes like I could erase the image burned there.I shouldn’t go.That was the smart decision.Stay home.Avoid everything.Avoid her.Avoid the way my chest tightens every time she walks away from me like I’m something dangerous…

A dead body.

Gianna.I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing……until my chest started to ache.Like my lungs had been quietly begging for air and I had just—ignored them.Alina was still standing there.Watching.Smiling.Not a real smile.Not the kind that warms anything.It just… sat there. Sharp. Unsettling. Like it belonged on someone else’s face.Like it knew something I didn’t.My fingers tightened around Ivan’s hand without me even thinking about it.“Ivan…” My voice came out thinner this time, like something fragile had slipped into it. “She’s here.”He followed my line of sight.And I felt it.The exact second his body shifted.It wasn’t dramatic.No sudden movement.No obvious reaction.But I knew him now.Knew the way his shoulders squared just slightly… the way his grip on my hand tightened, firmer… more intentional.Protective.Grounding.“Stay here,” he muttered.Like this was something he could handle on his own.Like he could just step in and fix it.“No—” My fingers tightened aro

A message.

Gianna.Everybody started rushing outside.It wasn’t gradual. It wasn’t calm. One second the music was vibrating through my bones, bodies moving, laughter spilling everywhere… and the next, it all snapped.Chairs scraped. Drinks spilled. Voices rose over each other in sharp, panicked bursts.“What happened?” “Is it real?” “Someone said it’s outside—”My fingers tightened around Ivan’s shirt before I even realized I had grabbed him.Our eyes met.That split second— Silent. Heavy. Saying everything without words.Then we moved.Together.The air outside hit me differently. Colder. Sharper. Like it knew something I didn’t want to see.Murmurs spread like wildfire, rippling through the crowd in uneven waves. People stood in clusters, some on their toes trying to see, others backing away like distance alone could protect them from whatever waited ahead.Ivan’s hand found mine again. Firm. Anchoring.We pushed through the crowd.Step by step.Until—I saw it.And I froze.Not slowed. Not he

Blood-stained threat

Gianna.Morning came… but it didn’t feel like it.It felt like the night had just… faded into something lighter, not softer. Like the darkness was still sitting somewhere in my chest, just quieter now.I was awake before my alarm.Not fully.Just… there.Eyes open. Staring at the ceiling.Thinking.Always thinking.My phone was still in my hand from last night.I swallowed, my throat dry as I locked it and dropped it beside me, turning my head to the side.Maybe she listened again. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she heard everything and just—Didn’t care.That thought sat heavier than it should have.I pushed myself up slowly, my body feeling heavier than usual, like sleep didn’t really do anything except pass time.Getting ready felt… off.I stood in front of my closet, staring at clothes like they were supposed to make decisions for me.My hand reached out.i didn't like any of the options I was seeing.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.Why does this even matter?Still—I

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