Semua Bab My Stepbrother’s Masked Obsession: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Marcus POVThe heavy click of the door lock sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room.I leaned my forehead against the cold surface of the wooden panel, closing my eyes as a long, shaky exhale escaped my lips. The cold, impenetrable barrier I maintained for the rest of the world dissolved into thin air, leaving me completely exposed to the sheer, terrifying reality of what I had just discovered.Jennifer."Goddamn it," I rasped into the dark, my hands trembling against the wood. "How did I not see it?"I opened my eyes, staring into the dim light of the bedroom. The scent of her perfume hung heavily in the air between us, clinging to the lapels of my coat where she had stood so close to me moments ago. My chest tightened until breathing felt like a chore.Every single piece of the puzzle was crashing together at once. The fierce, protective way she had defended Marco's club, the sudden panic in her eyes when the buyout was mentioned, the way her body moved, the stubborn set of her jaw

Jennifer’s POV“What the hell is wrong with you, Jennifer?” I whispered to my own reflection in the dark vanity mirror, my chest heaving as I turned the deadbolt shut with a sharp click.My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold my phone. The screen illuminated the tear tracks drying on my cheeks, along with the cold unanswered text I had sent him an hour ago.“I saw your text and I ignored it,” his voice echoed in my head, sharp and brutal, like a blade straight to my chest.“This should be our last conversation.”“No,” I rasped, pressing my palm against my mouth to muffle a ragged sob.“No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to look at me like that in the dark and then pretend I'm nothing.”I slid down the back of the heavy wooden door until my knees hit the cold hardwood floor, pulling my legs tight against my chest. The humiliation was a hot, suffocating weight pressing down on my lungs. I had practically begged him. I had stood in that hallway like an idiot demanding

Jennifer’s POV"You're lying," I choked out, forcing myself to look him dead in the eye despite the scorching heat pooling in my stomach.Marcus didn't flinch. A slow, bitter smile touched the corner of his lips as he leaned down, his warm breath fanning across my mouth. "Am I? Test me, Jennifer. See if I'm lying.""If that was true, you wouldn't have run away from me in the hallway last night!" I spat back, my palms flat against his firm chest. Under the crisp fabric of his shirt, I could feel the wild, furious thud of his heart…so fast, so loud, betraying the stone-cold composure he tried so hard to project. "You're scared.""Scared of what?" he murmured, his gaze dropping down to my mouth, his thumb sliding up to trace the curve of my jaw, pressing just hard enough to make my head tilt back against the wood. "Of a pathetic little mouse who can't keep her hands to herself?""Scared that you can't control whatever this is," I hissed, my fingers tangling in the front of his shirt, pul

Marcus’s POVI could see the shock in Marco's face the moment I mentioned Jennifer, and that was exactly what I wanted. I needed to play my cards smartly, and the only way to do that is to obviously call out the fact that I am very much aware of Jennifer's identity as the dancer. He stared at me in absolute shock, blinking multiple times."Please stop acting like you're shocked, okay? I found out the truth and that is why I cancelled the deal entirely. But now I have a change of heart. I want to see her and I need it now," I said to him angrily.He looked hesitant, but clearly more out of words than ever before."What are you talking about? I don't know any Jennifer, okay? And I cannot share any names of my dancers.""But you just told me the name of the lady who was right under your desk. Samantha, right? I'm going to do a lot of investigating on her. And besides, she looks familiar to me, so definitely there's a thing you're not telling me, and I will find out myself," I said confid

Jennifer’s POVI watched carefully as whoever the shadow was moved, and I could instantly tell it was a man…a hefty, tall-looking man I had never seen before, but yet felt this uncanny familiarity with. I tried moving down from the stage, but he seemed hesitant to even see me any closer. I adjusted my marks and went back to the pole, doing my best to satisfy whoever it was.I still couldn't understand why Marco made so much of a deal out of this, telling me I had to be careful. After all, the only person who seemed so obsessed with me back then was all done with it, and that was Marcus. He had finally left me and also took off any possible thing that connected us together, even though I still have the bracelet. I still had the bracelets wrapped around my wrist.I was soon done with my session, and Marco stepped in to remind me it was time for me to take a break."I…I hope I won't be doing this again," I muttered to myself the moment I got close to Marco.And then whoever it was watchi