Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brother: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

 I could feel Javier still trying to satisfy his passion on top of me, even though we’d already done it more than once. But I was truly enjoying every second of it. I even let myself get carried away and surrendered myself completely, moving beneath his embrace, thoroughly enjoying this incredibly intense union.Finally, that heated struggle came to an end. I was still gasping for breath as I tried to look at Javier’s face. He had collapsed against my neck and immediately fallen asleep, overcome by extreme exhaustion.I lay still for a moment in the silence of the room, feeling my entire body suddenly ache and feel completely shattered. Yet, a strange sense of satisfaction crept into my heart. I savored this pain, for this was the reality I’d secretly longed for all along.“Thank you, Javier. I love you,” I said softly, gently stroking his firm jaw, which now felt relaxed.“Hm… I love you too,”

Javier’s POVI’m fully aware that what I’m doing is wrong and crosses a line. Yet, in the darkness of last night, I enjoyed it so much. My soul was completely captivated by every inch of Camila’s curves—the body I’ve secretly desired for years, the one I’ve always imagined in my fantasies.Especially when she welcomed me into her life and gave herself to me completely, without any resistance.But that morning, as I slowly opened my eyes to the first rays of dawn, I suddenly sensed something was off. My sense of smell detected none of Camila’s signature sweet scent—the one that always soothed my soul.Was last night’s passionate encounter just another wild dream, just like the nights before? But why did all her touches feel so real and leave such a lasting impression on my skin?Furrowing my brow, I rolled over to look at the figure lying next to me. In that very moment, my heart seemed to

POV Camila That morning, I intended to step out of the house. Not to leave forever and abandon my life. I just needed some space to avoid Javier and Adriana for a while.I truly wouldn't be able to bear seeing the two of them present in this house today. If that happened, I would immediately be haunted by every detail of the heated tangle Javier and I had shared the night before.But my footsteps were forced to a sudden halt near the side door when a hand roughly gripped my wrist, holding me in place.I turned, staring in disbelief as I realized the figure gripping me was Adriana. My shock only deepened when my eyes caught the reddish marks plainly displayed on her neck. Bruises identical to the ones on my own neck and chest, left by Javier's demanding touch the night before.“What's wrong? Surprised to see this?” Adriana asked, a provoking, sardonic smile curling on her lips.I turned my face away, forcing myself to stay c

 “Don’t just say anything, Adriana! There’s no way Camila would act that low! She’s a good, obedient girl!” I snapped loudly, vehemently rejecting all the negative stories she’d just concocted. My heart was still plagued by deep doubt regarding all the accusations leveled at Camila. Because, all this time, Camila hadn’t done that—even though the evidence pointed to her.“Why? Are you still going to defend her, Javi?” Adriana replied with a feigned tone of disappointment. She looked at me as if I were a blind man being manipulated. “You know perfectly well what’s been happening lately. She hurt me, she poured hot coffee on my hand, and she even stole my diamond necklace back then! What other excuse do you have for defending her, hm?”“Adriana? What do you mean, dear?” Mom quickly interrupted, her face instantly filled with a mix of curiosity and mounting suspicion.

 Shortly after Pedro left, the cell phone I’d set on the table suddenly rang loudly. I glanced at the screen and saw Javier’s name displayed there.A slight hesitation gripped my chest as I considered answering the call. Why was that man suddenly contacting me? Had he come to his senses and started recalling the entire heated struggle that had befallen the two of us last night?However, since I couldn’t possibly let that flat device keep ringing and draw the attention of the café’s patrons, I was forced to press the green button. I pressed the phone to my ear, my heart pounding. But as soon as the call connected, it wasn’t Javier’s deep voice that greeted my ears. Instead, it was the shrill, all-too-familiar voice of my adoptive mother. “Camila! Where are you right now?! Come home this very minute!” the woman snapped without beating around the bush.“Right now, Mom?” I a