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77. Brother or Lover
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 78. Scorched and Weary
Tallulah's POVI stormed down the sidewalk, my mind reeling with a mixture of frustration and confusion. Marcus had always had a way of getting under my skin, and it seemed like he took pleasure in doing so. The rhythmic click of my heels against the pavement mirrored the rapid beating of my heart, each step a reminder of the temper brewing inside me which I was losing control of. As I continued walking, I replayed the conversation we had in the car over and over in my mind. The way he had smirked at me, the playful tone in his voice and the recklessness in the way he stepped on the turtle—it was all so annoying. But amidst the irritation, there was an undeniable attraction that still gnawed at me from within. His cocky demeanor and knowing smile made my heart race, even when I wanted to punch him in the face. Why did he have to be so damn irresistible?The low sound of the engine and the tires rolling against the pavement braced the air from beside me, but I refused to bring myself
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 79. Tatted-up Mafia Prince
Tallulah's POVI couldn't help but smirk mischievously, feeling the weight of his car keys in my palms. Something told me he might be bluffing because he never gave anyone his car, not even Kathie, whom he loved so much. Maybe he thought I would say no to the offer since I was still struggling with driving. Well, the plan to go against his plot was still in motion.I snickered, tilting my head. “What if I accidentally or intentionally hit a concrete wall while driving it?” I asked, watching intently to gauge his reaction.His gaze faltered, staring into empty space as he painted a mental image of what I had said. The twisted expression on his face showed how much it bothered him. After a second of wandering in his head, he shrugged lightly, his eyes falling shut as he shook his head.“You know what, Lula,” he started, making my ears twitch to catch the falter in his voice. “I don't care if you give it a million scratches or even break the windows when you slam the door. As long as tha
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 80. Act First, Think Later
Tallulah's POVThe feeling of Marcus' large chest against my shaky fingers surprised me greatly. Of course, he was on the edge of losing his temper, with brows furrowed and fingers balled into fists, but he wasn't scared at all, his heart beating calmly but steady as we watched the stranger stop in his tracks with a reasonable distance between us.The stranger’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered his hand and took a step back. A smirk played on his lips, but there was a hint of respect in his eyes.“So… he's your brother, right?” He asked, his gaze washing me like it did when he sat in the car.I swallowed, then nodded.“Yes, he is.”The latter smiled in reply, his stance dissolving into an unthreatening posture and his hands slotting into his pockets.“My bad, I thought he was harassing you or something like that.” He stated.I shook my head.“Of course not, we just got into a little fight, that's all
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 81. My New Dorm
Tallulah's POVThe calmness in the air was quite palatable, bringing me relief as I stared into his expression filled with remorse. I admired his bravery, not afraid to stand his ground regardless of who was against him, as long as protecting me was involved. After a few seconds of staring, he shrugged lightly, his eyes shooting at the car.“So, are you going to drive off, or not?” he asked, my brows rising in confusion.My fingers felt the keys in my palms, realizing that he had given me his car keys a moment ago. I was beginning to remember the conversation we were having about me taking his car while he walked to my dorm, and I had also remembered my firm resolve not to let him off easily.“Are you sure you want to hand the love of your life over to me?” I asked, earning a chuckle from his lips.He snickered. “Come on, Lula. We both know you're the love of my life. That car is just a substitute now that you're my step sister.”I found the joke awkward rather than funny, but I smile
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 82. No Pressure
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Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 83. Connor McAllister
Tallulah's POVI couldn't help but check my makeup over and over again on my phone's screen as I stood at the university's bustling cafeteria, nervously scanning the room for Connor. We had agreed to meet here for coffee, and despite my initial reservations, I was determined to approach this with an open mind. It wouldn't be fare to write him off just because of his looks which made him look like a dangerous gangster. The sight of him sitting across the room at he extreme end had taking large breaths as I prepared myself to meet him. Spotting him at a corner table, I made my way over, my heel slapping against thw tlles as i maintained the posture wuth a warmth on my face that resonated wjgh my burning chest.Connor looked up as I approached, his face breaking into a warm smile. "Hey, Tallulah! Glad you could make it," he greeted, gesturing for me to take a seat across from him."Hey, Connor," I replied, returning his smile as I settled into the chair. The aroma of freshly brewed coff
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 84. His Return
Tallulah's POV One afternoon, as we sat under the shade of a large oak tree near the campus pond, Connor brought up his plans for the upcoming semester break. "I was thinking of visiting my family back home," he said, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. "It's been a while since I've seen them, and I miss them.""That sounds nice," I replied, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above us. "Do you go home often?"He shook his head, a wistful smile on his face. "Not as often as I'd like. My family lives a few hours away, so it's not always easy to make the trip."I nodded sympathetically, understanding the challenges of balancing university life with family obligations. "I hope you get to see them soon," I said sincerely. "Family time is important."Connor's expression softened. "What about you, Tallulah? Any plans for the break?"I shrugged, unsure of how to answer. "I haven't really thought about it. Maybe I'll visit my parents for a few days.""Sounds like a goo
Deflowered By My Cruel Stepbrother 85. Sleeping Beauty
83. Kathie's POVThe following days of lectures came in a rush, each day filled with two or more lectures which lasted two hours each. There was so much information to take in as the lectures did their best to make sure that everyone understood what they were teaching. I knew it wasn't this way in other colleges. I heard from my friends that their lectures don't even bother to come to classes most times, and when they did, they taught their courses to a class of over two hundred students, not caring if the students understood what they taught or not. I wouldn't blame them though, imagine having to make each of those hundreds of students understand each lecture. It would be exhausting. The only suffocating thing about this school was my new roommate, Bella Terrace. I wouldn't exactly use the word ‘suffocating’ due to the fact that it was a sweet kind of uneasiness I felt whenever she was present in the room. Most of the time, she was always on her PC, typing quickly in a manner that
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