All Chapters of Obsessed with my billionaire stepbrothers : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I change into my sleepwear, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I pull the top over my head. The night is silent, the kind that makes you feel like you're the only one awake in the world. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and the memory of my last conversation with Leonard drifts back to me. It’s been two days since then, and I still can’t shake the image of myself with that cigarette between my fingers. I never thought I’d be the type to smoke, but he lit one for me, and I took it. It wasn’t about enjoying it; it was about feeling something different, anything other than this gnawing uncertainty. Our conversation was tense, full of undercurrents I couldn’t fully read. Leonard always knows how to keep me off balance, but that night, I saw a different side of him. There was something raw in his eyes, something desperate. He didn’t let it show in his words, but I could sense it. It left me feeling uneasy, a feeling that has only grown stronger in the days since. Ye

I'm presently in the kitchen. I decided to cook today, I had told the cooks to leave. The kitchen feels empty without them, usually I’d just come here and look at them and go back to my room since I don’t do anything in this house but I need something to do, anything to distract myself from thoughts that have been gnawing at me since I woke up. Leonard. I can’t seem to shake him off. I set out the ingredients for noodles, a simple dish, but my mind drifts back to him. The way he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, demanding to know why I cared. His touch lingers on my skin like a ghost, one I can’t quite describe. I focus on chopping vegetables, trying to lose myself in the rhythm. Carrots, onions, peppers…all diced with precision, but even the sound of the knife against the cutting board echoes with memories of him. It’s maddening. The noodles cook quickly, steam rising in a fragrant cloud. I reach to turn off the gas, absentmindedly grabbing the pot by the handles without thin

The tension in the room is thick as we continue to interrogate Christian. He's seated on the edge of the hotel bed, sweating bullets, with Michael and Luca pressing him down, ensuring he doesn't try anything stupid. Emaine stands by the door, her eyes never leaving Christian's face, her gun loosely gripped in her right hand. Isabel is pacing by the window, her face unreadable, but I can tell she's more agitated than she lets on. Christian is acting too calm, though, like he's resigned to his fate. Something about it doesn't sit right with me. Where's his fight? He's always been a slimy, slippery bastard, but now he's just... waiting. Then it hits me-there's no way a man like Christian would be in a room like this without some sort of defense. My stomach drops as the realization dawns on me, and I scan the room frantically. We didn't check the other rooms when we burst in, assuming the main room would be all we needed to control. A grave mistake. I barely have time to shout a warni

“Aren’t you supposed to be locked up?” Is the first thing I say after days of not saying a single word. Leonard’s been starving me and giving me punches of food with water. Hee trying to weaken my body. To say I was shocked that these people of all people would be the ones to find me would be an understatement. There’s a new face I don’t recognize though… he’s probably just some guy. My mom looks at me and laughs. “I think you're supposed to say ‘thank you for saving my life mom’.” Emaine says. I don’t even blink at her. “Michael help me get him up.” Shannon says. “Nope, Luca will. I’ll go help the guards.” Michael says and leaves. Well At Least this confirms my thoughts. There’s no way these people would come to save me for nothing. If it was just Emaine then I wouldn’t be wondering why but Michael, Shannon and worse of all Isabel? The new guy must be the one Michael called Luca because he does as he says and comes and grabs my arms to help me stand. Shannon does the same o

Earlier that day I woke slowly, the remnants of a dream still heavy on my mind. My body felt warm and heavy against the sheets, the comfort of the bed wrapping me like a cocoon. Eyes still closed, I reached out instinctively, stretching my hand across the bed, searching for the familiar presence of Leonard beside me. My fingertips brushed only the cool, empty space where he should have been. My eyes fluttered open, confusion momentarily tugging at the edges of my sleep-hazed mind. Where had he gone? The absence of his warmth left the bed feeling far too large. I ignored the knot tightening in my stomach and rolled out of bed, pushing away the odd sense of loss. It didn’t matter where he went. He was probably just tending to something important. Shaking off the lingering fog of sleep, I made my way to the bathroom. The routine felt comforting—bathing, getting dressed—but as I slipped into fresh clothes, my thoughts began to spiral. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened