Semua Bab CRAVING MY BULLY STEPBROTHER : Bab 101 - Bab 110

IsabelleI stood there for a while after Lucas walked away, staring at the direction he had gone. I couldn't believe we had just argued about Michael again; of all people.I lightly slapped my face with both hands and shook my head.“Isabelle, what is wrong with you?” I muttered to myself.Lucas was clearly allowing his fears to get the better of him. I knew Michael was only trying to help me with my advocacy work which I understand because there are people who really like to see others keep doing good things, and I didn't want unnecessary suspicion to come between Lucas and me.But then, I’m determined to prove to him that he is only overthinking everything. I would make him understand that there was nothing between Michael and I.~The next morning, I woke up feeling much better. I got out of bed, freshened up, and began going about my morning. A little later, my phone vibrated and I reached out my hand to pick it up, then saw a message from Michael.“Good morning, Isabelle. Can we

ISABELLE“What's that?" Lucas asked, strolling back in. “Uh, just your schedule for the coming weeks. Looks tough," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible, but damn… that's hard. Lucas took the phone, “6am, wake up, breakfast, report to team facility; 7am, strength and conditioning; 9am, position meetings…” he dropped the phone, and looked at me. “Why are you staring?" I asked, keeping my eyes on his chest, “You're going to be busy everyday. You won't be staying here, right?" I didn't need to look up to see his head shake. “But of course, I'll still make it during weekends, and some days, when I don't have to do maybe some of these, trust me, I'll be back before you know it. This is just a phase, okay?" I decided to cheer up. I definitely didn't want him feeling pressured.I placed my hands on his smooth cheeks, “Is this how they work their men to death over there? You're just twenty-three." He smiled, “Is this how writers work themselves to death?” He placed his hands

ISABELLEI rushed to Hera, picking up her wrist first. Okay, there was a pulse. “What happened?" I asked, looking at the little girl, but she looked too terrified to talk. Then I looked around, and saw the high schooler also staring at us next to a table, and on the table were a bunch of flowers.Okay, that would come second.“What happened?" I asked him. “She's just drunk." “Just drunk? And that's…that's why you called me?" “I didn't call you," he said, way too detached to be making sense, “Angie did. Anyways, well, she was drunk, and tried to take an overdose. Basically, she was trying to commit suicide." “Commit suicide? Wait…”Why did he say that so casually?It was then I spotted the container of pills empty with pills scattered on the ground. "I hit that out of her hand, but she fainted instead, and Angie thought I killed her maybe.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and walked away. "Wait! What if she wakes, and tries to do it again?” I called out, but no respons

ISABELLEI slammed the toast back onto the plate after taking a bite out of it.“Is the coffee hot?" Sydney asked, feeling my coffee with the back of my hand."Warm,” I mumbled. She bent, peering into my computer, "Man, you're obsessing over this. You don't have to spend this much time. Such a perfectionist." “You have a deadline, remember that." Sarah chuckled, watching my toast, “You can't even make a normal trip to the cafeteria. Is that how choked up with work you are?" “You know I've been finishing up my book, so I barely have extra time," I replied, munching silently."Isabelle, have you perhaps sent the files you said you'd send yesterday?” Cole, our junior editor asked.I pushed my chair sideways, checking a large box of files on the next table, “There should be a physical copy in here." "I'll do it. You get back to work.”Our team head strolled in, pushing her glasses up her nose, while giving that face that suggested she didn't want to hear whatever the person on the pho

ISABELLEIt wasn't just Saturday, but it became a daily thing for the girls to troop into my place. I was so sure at that point that they were trying to fill in Lucas' absence. They noticed how I'd stop in the middle of conversations, checking my phone for messages. Lucas seemed to have disappeared. Even his random pictures and messages had decreased. Most of the pictures he'd send to me were ones where he was in training sessions, or secretly taking one during meetings where he looked serious, or videos his colleagues recorded during practice sessions.He was trying his best, but I was missing him more and more by the day. An entire week had passed without seeing him at the door. All he'd send were his expensive gifts that made me wonder just how much he burnt on them. *Lucas, today is Wednesday. I hope you're…* I was still typing when the message dropped.*Belly Bel. I don't know what to do.*Then he sent a screenshot. It was from a group chat named ‘Ice Ice Baby.’“Ice ice