All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Roxy's POV"Who?" I was already half out of my chair when a familiar voice answered before the maid could."Me, apparently."Daniel stood in the doorway in a dark suit, one hand tucked casually into his pocket as if walking into Carrington Manor in the middle of dinner was the most normal thing in the world.The entire table went quiet, and Gerald Hartwell stopped halfway through whatever he had been saying about my wasted last name. Richard looked toward the door with raised brows, while Ivy’s face immediately lit up with interest.My stomach dropped. "Daniel?""Daniel." I stood fully this time, equal parts relieved and mortified. "What are you doing here?""Rescuing you, if the timing is as bad as it looks." He responded with a knowing smile.Daniel walked toward the table and gave Richard a polite nod. "Sorry to interrupt dinner, Mr. Carrington. But I've been trying to reach Roxy for almost a week. She wasn't answering, so I thought showing up might work better than sending another

Cain's POV"You need to see this before Dad does."Marcus shoved his phone into my hands the second I walked into the kitchen, no greeting, no explanation. He did it so quickly that I felt an uneasiness that made my stomach tighten before I even looked at the screen.The post was from a gossip account with millions of followers, more than most of the major news pages in the city. A grainy photo showed Roxy climbing into Daniel's car outside the gates. The timestamp was from the same night as the Hartwell dinner.My eyes dropped to the caption.Carrington's new daughter can't decide which man she wants, and it looks like she's not wasting any time finding out. One Hartwell dinner, one mystery man waiting at the gates. Looks like the Carrington family has another scandal brewing. History really does repeat itself.My grip tightened around the phone. "How many people have seen this?""Enough." Marcus took the phone back. "It's been up for two hours. Someone already tagged Dad's company a

Roxy’s POV“Morning, sunshine,” Cain murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.His lips brushed my shoulder. I turned toward him before I could remind myself that I probably shouldn’t.I should have moved away. I should have remembered everything I’d told myself before falling asleep last night. Instead, I turned into his arms.He smiled before kissing me again, taking his time as if neither of us had anything waiting outside that bedroom. His hands settled at the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, and for a few seconds, I forgot where we were.When he pulled back, he stayed close enough that our foreheads almost touched. “I don’t regret this,” he murmured. “Just so we’re clear.”I looked at him, and the happiness I’d felt a moment ago began to fade. We’d slept together that was one problem, and the fact that I wanted to do it again was another.“This is insane.” I pulled away. “Cain, what the hell are we doing? You know this is wrong, right?”“But it doesn’t feel wrong to me.

Cain's POV“Say that again.”I put down the drink I’d barely touched and looked at Roxy.She stood in the middle of my room, still dressed in whatever she’d worn to meet my father. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she had that guarded look she got whenever she was about to tell me something she knew I wouldn’t like.“Richard wants me to date Daniel,” she repeated. “Show up at a few events together, take some pictures, give the press a happier story to write about. Mum has already spoken to his mother, and apparently, Daniel is fine with it.”I scoffed. “And you came here to tell me this because?”She frowned. “What kind of question is that?”“I don’t know, Roxy. Maybe I’m trying to understand how you can talk about dating another man when you were in my bed this morning.”Her face tightened. “Keep your voice down.”“Oh, now we’re worried about people hearing us?”She sighed. “Don’t do that.”“Do what?”“Act like I’m doing this to hurt you!”I ran a hand over my face. “I’m not

Roxy's POV“Take it off.”I had barely closed the door when Cain’s voice came out of the darkness. I stopped with one heel still in my hand. I was exhausted from the gala, and Daniel’s cologne lingered faintly on my shoulder, where he’d leaned in to say goodnight.I rolled my eyes. “Hello to you, too. I take it you enjoyed the evening?”“I’ve spent four hours watching Daniel touch you.” He walked toward me. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m not in the mood for small talk.”I set my bag on the nearest chair. “You were the one who advised that I go through with this arrangement,” I told him.“Take it off,” he said, stepping closer. “I want you out of that dress.”My pulse jumped. “Cain…”“Where did he touch you?” His hand settled on my waist. “Here?”I gave him a tired look. “Cain, he was being polite. We were in public.”“That wasn’t what I asked.”“Yes, there.” I covered his hand with mine. “Nowhere else.”“Good.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against my neck. “I hated having to s