Semua Bab My Stepbrother’s Masked Obsession: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Jennifer’s POVI couldn't believe Marcus would actually say something like that to me, right to my face. And even though I had always wanted to be in such a position with him, it wasn't this way. I did not want it to be this way. I loved him too much to accept any of this."What do you mean you want to get intimate with me? It's there in my name. I am just a dancer. The least you could do is at least touch me, and you've gotten that access, so let it stay that way. Nothing more. Promise me that," I tried talking sense into him, but he immediately shrugged."Nope, I am not going to promise you anything. Because you still belong to me for the meantime, and I want to keep it that way. I want you to be mine for real. Why do you find that so difficult?" he said."Because I feel like your obsession is making no sense to me. I plan on keeping my identity a secret, and you plan on keeping yourself a secret from me. Then what do you plan on gaining from all of this?" I questioned in hopes that

Jennifer’s POVThe three words mouthing from Marcus's lips felt like a physical slap across my face."I got you."A cold, nauseating rage flared in my chest as I stared back at him. He stood on the lower step of the grand staircase, looking like a victorious king who had just forced his opponent into a checkmate without ever touching a piece. My mom wouldn't look at me, her head bowed in quiet shame as David continued to grumble about rules, disrespect, and family honor."Go to your room, Jennifer," David commanded, his voice dropping into a stern, unyielding growl as he pointed a heavy finger toward the staircase. "Right now. We will discuss the terms of your restrictions in the morning, but as of tonight, your freedom outside this house is completely revoked.""David, please—" my mother tried to whisper, her fingers trembling as she reached for his sleeve. "Can't we just talk about this when everyone isn't so emotional?""There is nothing left to talk about, Helen!" David snapped, c

Jennifer’s POVI stood frozen in the doorway, staring down the dark, empty hallway where Marcus had vanished just seconds ago. His parting words echoed in my ears like a sinister, relentless loop."You fucked up, Jennifer. And until you realize what you did wrong, I am going to make sure this house is a living hell for you, and that's a promise."I backed into my bedroom, turned the deadbolt with a sharp, metallic click, and pressed my forehead against the cold wood. My knees gave out, and I slid down the back of the door until my hips hit the hard floorboards."What did I do?" I whispered into the quiet darkness, my voice trembling with a mixture of rage and terror. "What crime could I have possibly committed against you, Marcus?"My mind raced through every interaction, every word, every glare we had exchanged over the past month. I had stayed out of his way as much as possible. I had endured his cruel coldness at home. I had swallowed my pride when David brought us under his roof.

Jennifer’s POV"I don't want to stand behind Marcus," I blasted, using that as a perfect excuse. I wasn't going to let this work out as perfectly as they expected."You don't get to choose where you stand, Jennifer," David said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble as he flashed a tight, apologetic smile toward the photographer. "Sit in the chair and smile. We are not wasting this man's time with your childish outbursts.""I'm just saying…" I tried to counter, standing my ground.But my mother quickly stepped forward, cutting me off with a desperate, pleading look."Please, honey," my mom whispered, nervously clutching her hands together. "Just sit down so we can get this over with. Don't make things worse than they already are."Before I could argue with her, Marcus took a slow, deliberate step forward."It's fine, Dad," Marcus chimed in, his tone sickeningly smooth and perfectly measured. "If my stepsister is so uncomfortable standing behind me, I can stand right behind h

Jennifer’s POVThe door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of my bedroom. My mother’s harsh, desperate words still echoed in the corners of the room, hanging in the air like heavy smoke."Be the perfect daughter for once."I let out a long, shuddering exhale, running both hands through my hair as I sank onto the edge of the bed. Every muscle in my body felt stiff, wired with a toxic mix of exhaustion and white-hot anger. Perfect daughter. That was all anyone ever wanted from me…a silent, compliant accessory to David’s grand facade. I hated this house. I hated the forced smiles, the endless games, and the way David acted like he owned every breath I took.Most of all, I hated how completely trapped I was. Aspen wasn't going to be a vacation; it was going to be an isolation chamber. Seven full days locked in a mountain estate where David could control every move and Marcus could torment me at every turn.A quiet knot of panic tightened in my chest. I stood up slow