All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

 The gates of the campus green were cast in bright, golden sunlight when three o'clock hit.I stood under the shade of a large maple tree near the pavement, my heavy backpack slung over one shoulder, watching the steady hum of afternoon traffic. Right on schedule at exactly two minutes to three,the familiar black sedan pulled up smoothly to the curb.Before I could even take two steps toward the car, the driver's side door opened.Xavier stepped out into the humid afternoon air. He had taken off his dark suit jacket, leaving him in his crisp white dress shirt with the top button undone and the sleeves neatly folded up to his forearms. He didn't wait by the car. He walked straight across the sidewalk toward me, his long, confident strides cutting through the small crowd of students leaving the lecture halls."You're early," I teased, stopping right in front of him."I was parked around the block at two-fifty," Xavier corrected softly, his dark

 By Sunday evening, we were back in our city apartment.The heat of the late summer weekend had broken into a soft, steady rain that tapped against the large living room windows, reflecting the yellow streetlights of the city five floors below. The apartment felt warm, bright, and deeply familiar. The scent of garlic, crushed herbs, and rich beef stew simmering on the stove filled the entire kitchen area.I was sitting at the small wooden dining table in my sweatpants and an old gray t-shirt, my laptop open, finishing up the final bibliography for my advanced financial auditing paper. Across the kitchen island, Xavier stood near the counter dressed in a dark button-down shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled up, sifting through a small stack of official mail that had built up in our post box over the weekend.He reached a thick, heavy cream envelope bearing a dark silver wax seal on the flap. I recognized the crest immediately,it was the cres

EPILOGUE HOMEA full year had passed since we signed the lease on our sunlit apartment by the river, and the space finally felt entirely, undeniably ours.It was eleven o'clock on a Saturday night. Outside, a gentle, warm summer rain was tapping against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting long, shimmering ribbons of city lights across the dark hardwood floors of our living room. The sound of the river down below was a soft, rhythmic hush against the quiet of the night.I was sitting on the middle of our large gray sofa, clad in a soft, oversized navy sweater and comfortable shorts. My laptop was resting on my knees as I typed out the final summary notes for my work at the private accounting firm where I had started three months ago as a junior auditor.The front door unlocked with a quiet, familiar click.Xavier walked into the hallway, setting his leather briefcase down on the wooden bench by the entrance. He looked tired, his dark suit ja