All Chapters of Obsessed with my billionaire stepbrothers : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Today feels like a blur. I woke up and everything happened so fast, now I’m somehow sitting in the palace. Leonard told me he has guests for me today. Apparently I need lawyers in order to prove my innocence on live tv. They're a bunch of citizens presently outside the palace and a bunch of reporters as well. They all want answers. Leonard had told the media today that I wasn’t the one who killed his brother and he’ll do whatever he can to find out who did it. The only thing that’s keeping sane is the fact that Michael will know that I’m okay. And so will everyone else. I stand by the window, staring down at the crowd that’s packed the streets below. Protesters are everywhere, waving signs and banners, their voices a low roar of anger that hums through the glass. I can’t make out the words, but I don’t need to. The fury is obvious, even from up here. My fingers trail along the cold edge of the window as unease tightens in my chest. What are they protesting? Why now? The door cr

I can feel my pulse in my throat. The walls seemed to close in, the flicker of torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that stretched towards me like eager hands. The air was thick with tension, confusion swirling in the room like a storm, and yet, the only sound that truly echoed in my ears was the steady beat of my own heart. This wasn’t how I imagined coming back to Rome—dragged back alongside a woman I barely knew, who claimed to be Leonard’s mother. Yet here I was, standing in the middle of the grand palace, surrounded by people I couldn’t completely trust, many of whom I hadn’t seen in days. My friends and enemies, all in one place. Michael, Kane—both recently uncuffed, their wrists still red from the metal—but what the hell had happened while I was gone? The questions came at me from all sides, too fast for me to process. And then, just when I thought things couldn’t get stranger, Emaine is standing here too.. out of prison. I ignore it and slap back to thinking of the mai

I sit at the dining table, my mind spinning, detached from the clatter of cutlery and muted conversation around me. I can't shake the thought of Michael. His face looms large in my head, a constant reminder of the disappointment I’ve brought upon myself. Why did I tell him and the others to leave? Why did I push them away when I needed them here, with me? I know the reason. I’ve known it all along, even though I’ve tried to ignore it. It’s because I started imagining what would happen if Michael found out. If he knew what’s been happening between Leonard and me. I picture him standing there, arms crossed, his expression hard, filled with disappointment. Not anger, not frustration—just that look, like I’ve let him down in a way that can’t be undone. Michael, who has always stood by me, who has done nothing but try to protect me. What would he think if he learned the truth? If he knew that, despite everything, I had let myself fall into something… something I can’t even name? A mess.

I lean forward, catching her attention. “Aurelia,” I say, lowering my voice slightly, “do you mind if I use the toilet? I don’t know my way around the palace.” She looks at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she nods and rises gracefully from her seat, her gown sweeping the floor. “I’ll show you.” I follow her through the corridors of the palace, the air cool and thick with silence. Aurelia moves like a shadow, barely making a sound as we pass towering windows and tapestries that seem to watch our every step. I keep my face calm, but inside, I’m calculating. I need to find a way to speak to her, to make this trip to the toilet seem less… pointed. But before I can think of anything, we arrive at the door of the bathroom. “There,” she gestures, her tone curt but not unkind. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As soon as I’m inside, I close the door, exhaling slowly. I have a few minutes, maybe less, to think of a plan. Something clever to say when I come out so Aur

I stand in the opulent palace, its gilded halls contrasting sharply with the tension that fills the air. Mary, Leonard's mother, faces me, her eyes burning with fury. “How could you let your mom sleep with my husband and betray me?” she spits, her voice sharp as glass. “Shannon was nothing but a fleeting desire, and now I have to bear the weight of your brother’s existence!” My heart races, anger and sorrow surging through me. “He loved her, Mary! He chose her over you!” The words hang heavy, a painful truth echoing against the ornate walls. Just as Mary steps forward, her face twisted in rage, a loud bang shatters the moment. A gunshot rings out, echoing in my ears like thunder. Time slows, and my world explodes into chaos. Suddenly, I jolt awake, heart pounding, breath quickening. It was just a dream. A cry escapes my lips, sharp and broken, cutting through the silence of the night. The door to my room swings open, and Leonard rushes in, worry etched on his handsome face.