Todos os capítulos de My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

LUKE'S POVI walked at a fast pace down the second-floor hallway, guiding Logan back toward my room.Passing by the grand oak wall clock, I cast my gaze toward the metal hands: it was almost 9:00 at night. I felt an immense relief in my chest, a real decompression from finally having escaped the murderous steadiness of Frederick's gaze in that dining room.We entered my room and immediately Logan let out a clean laugh, and he dropped onto the leather armchair next to the desk, shaking his head."Wow, Luke... what the hell is up with your brother Frederick?" Logan asked, letting out an amused sigh. "The guy was looking at me like he wanted to rip my head off with his teeth just for the simple fact of inviting you to the beach. He has a serious control problem, right?"."He's a goddamn idiot, Logan," Luke responded, walking toward the bed to sit on the edge, rubbing my temples to appease the remnant of the headache. "An egomaniac who believes that because I signed an assistance paper he

Two days laterI woke up before the first ray of sun managed to pierce the glass of my room.I had a smile of pure satisfaction engraved on my lips that hadn't faded in the last forty-eight hours.During the last two days, my cell phone hadn't stopped vibrating; I spent every goddamn minute exchanging messages with Luke.We had detailed the trip, the routes, sharing musical tastes, books, and opinions with a fluidity that seemed irreal to me.We were in the exact same synchrony, vibrating on the same frequency of crossed wires. I couldn't believe how perfect Luke was. He looked like a character taken out of a goddamn romance movie, an exotic and brilliant specimen trapped in the mud of that gothic mansion.I stripped off the sheet, jumped out of bed, and went into the bathroom. I took a quick shower with cold water to wake myself up.Upon leaving, I dressed quickly with comfortable clothes for the trip: gray jeans, a black cotton t-shirt, and a light jacket.Turning around, I looked a

Riley stopped dead in the middle of the room. She stood staring at me for five eternal seconds, her dark eyes analyzing the vulnerability in my features. Her posture relaxed; she let out a long sigh, walked toward me, and placed a soft hand on my shoulder, sketching a sincere smile that returned my calm."Alright, Luke," she said, her voice becoming sweet. "Everything is fine. I support you in this. After all, the objective is the same. If Logan is real for you, then it's much better, right? You'll have a real reason to leave this golden cage. Besides..." Riley let out a clear laugh, her eyes shining with malice "... Frederick was completely furious in the dining room when you accepted the trip for the vacation. If that psychopath finds out that you are truly falling in love with another man, he will die of pure rage.""I hope so," I smiled, feeling the adrenaline return to my veins.*Bzzzz... Bzzzz…*The phone on the desk vibrated hard, illuminating the screen. It was a text message

We stepped into the luxurious cabin of the private jet, decorated with individual beige leather seats and polished wood tables. By initial instinct, I sat in a row of two seats next to Luke, while Logan and Steven settled in the section opposite, separated by the small central aisle. The plane began to move slowly toward the takeoff runway.I leaned toward Luke, arranging my dark hair over my shoulder."Hey, Luke... how do I look? Am I pretty? Does the dress fit me well?" I asked him in a rapid whisper, checking my reflection on the dark screen of my phone. "Is it very noticeable that I'm sweating from nerves?".Luke threw himself back in his seat, letting out a muffled laugh that he tried to hide by looking out the window."Why so much interest all of a sudden, Riley? Two hours ago you were saying that designer clothes didn't matter to you for traveling," he mocked in the same low tone. "I thought you came here to help me, not to look for a husband.""Because while you fulfill your p

Logan took another step toward me, his gray eyes fixed on my lips, he stretched out his hand, brushing my fingers gently, ready to say something else, to cut the final distance to repeat the kiss from the mansion.He was about to say something, when the sharp sound of his cell phone broke the atmosphere.*Ring... Ring...*"Damn it..." Logan muttered, pulling out the device with a grimace of annoyance.Logan stopped dead in his tracks, looked at the screen, and his expression became serious."...it's from my father's office," he looked at me with a gesture of genuine apology. "I have to answer this, Luke. I won't be long, alright? Make yourself comfortable.""Don't worry, go," I responded, forcing a calm voice while taking a step inside my new suite. "I'll go organizing my things in the drawers.""I won't be long. I'll see you on the terrace in ten minutes," he said, giving me a look of apology before stepping out onto the terrace, answering the call with a serious tone as he walked aw