All Chapters of THE GIRL NEXT DOOR ISN'T INNOCENT!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Abigail’s POV The moment my eyes caught Alex kissing Miranda, a rush of hot anger surged through me. My stomach twisted, and I hated myself for feeling that way. Why was I angry? Why should I care? He is my stepbrother, not my boyfriend. I should have no right to feel anything at all. But I did. And deep down, I knew it wasn’t just anger…it was jealousy.I clenched my fists by my side, trying to shake off the bitter sting of watching his lips pressed against hers, but I couldn’t. A part of me whispered that Alex was only doing it to make me jealous, just the same way I was parading myself with Liam in front of him. Still, the question gnawed at me: why would I feel jealous in the first place?My mind screamed at me. He’s your stepbrother, Abigail. He’s not your man. He will never be your man.But the problem was—his eyes were still on me.Even when Miranda tilted the neck of a wine bottle to his lips, feeding him like he was hers to control, Alex didn’t look away. His gaze burned i

Abigail’s POVI don’t know what’s wrong with me. My whole body burned with a fever I couldn’t control, and my head was spinning so heavily I thought I might collapse. The last thing I remembered was Liam’s smug smirk and his careless confession to Alex—that he had slipped something into my drink. Cocaine, pills, or whatever poison it was, it didn’t matter. The damage was already done because right now, my thoughts felt clouded, my body was throbbing, and yet my body screamed for touch, warmth, or even something I couldn’t quite name.Everything was so blurry. My legs wobbled beneath me, and I couldn’t even walk. Because the room tilted around me as shadows of the lights were colliding, until Alex’s strong arms caught me. I could perceive his clean and masculine scent, with a trace of the cologne he always wore.Without hesitation, he lifted me up and carried me in. Bridal style, his jaw tight as he maintains a straight face, as though holding back anger... Probably because I refused

The Weight of Forbidden TouchesWhat the hell is wrong with Alex?I have been trying to steady myself and stop being so touchy with him, but I couldn’t help it, and it seems like the effect of whatever thing that was spiked into my drinks is still controlling my whole body.My limbs feel heavy, my head hurts and is spinning, and my thoughts scatter like broken glass. I wanted to leave the bathroom. I wanted to push him away. But I couldn’t. My hands refused to leave his body, holding onto him tightly as though letting go would mean drowning in this overwhelming weakness.His touch was overtaking me and intoxicating; it sent electric shocks down my spine as his hands went down and around my body… I felt like I was getting buried inside it.His hands were massaging my breast firmly. The way he handled me without hesitation made me lose my head; it was more like being controlled and dominated. I could feel his dick pressing against my cunt, making my body crave even more for him, even w

Abigail’s POVThe whole day had been a buildup of excitement, like a storm forming in the distance, and I couldn’t wait to unleash it at night. "Oops, it’s going to be a big fight tonight," I whispered to myself in front of the mirror that morning, biting down softly on my lip gloss as a smirk tugged my lips.I felt fantastic, more than fantastic, and right now, I felt dangerous. Tonight wasn’t just another party. Tonight was a test, a game I had crafted so carefully in my head. A game where Alex, my oh-so-arrogant stepbrother, would lose his composure. I wanted him to burn, to crumble, to go gaga for me—and I was determined to make it happen.At school, I walked with a swing in my hips deliberately, making sure that every step echoed confidence. I didn’t just walk; I glided like I owned the hallways. My crop top pressed against my skin, my jeans hugging me tightly, and my ponytail bouncing as though it had its own rhythm. Students turned, whispering behind me. I wasn’t oblivious….

Abigail’s POVThe party was getting more intense, the music vibrating through the walls and laughter echoing across the poolside. My skin still tingled from the way Alex’s hands had been on me just a few moments ago, invading every corner of my body that I swore I wouldn’t let him touch.My heart was racing faster than the rhythm of the speakers, and heat was rising from the pit of my stomach. It was wild and reckless until the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the air.I froze. My whole body stiffened as if the sound had struck through me. The taste of fear lodged itself in my throat, bitter and heavy. I turned my head towards the direction, and it was my stepfather.The sight of him holding that gun, his face thunderous and his voice cutting through the music, made my heart stop. “The party is over! Everybody go home!” His tone was final, undeniable, and filled with an authority that silenced the chaos around us.The laughter died down instantly as footsteps shuffled, running in di