All Chapters of My Secret, My Stepbrother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NARRATION Mavis wrapped his strong arms around Isabel and carried her up the stairs of the yacht, like a prince carrying his princess. Isabel felt weightless in his embrace as if she were floating on air. They reached the top of the stairs and Mavis gently set her down, never breaking their gaze. Mavis' eyes never left Isabel's as he descended the stairs, his fingers holding the zipper of his jeans in place. He reached the bottom of the stairs and dashed to the other side of the room, reaching for a small box that was hidden under a chair. He picked it up and hurried back up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. Isabel's eyes followed his every move, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. She couldn't help but wonder what was in the box As Mavis opened the box, Isabel's eyes widened in surprise. Inside were items she would have never expected: a chain, a lock, a rope, and a blindfold. Her heart began to race, her mind spinning with questions. What did all of thes

MAVISAs I slipped a finger into her pussy, the shrill ring of Isabel's phone shattered the moment, reminding me that the real world still existed beyond the intimate sanctuary we had created. I shot a glance toward Matilda's daughter, ensuring she remained unaware of the intrusion, and reached for the phone. A glance at the caller ID sent a jolt of alarm through me.“Who is it?" She asked, her voice laced with fear seeing that I couldn't speak up immediately. "It’s umm..." I hesitated. "A video call from Mom," I replied, trying to keep the edge from my voice.The magic of the moment dissipated and was replaced by a creeping sense of dread. I could almost feel Isabel's heart racing in tandem with mine as we both struggled to process the disruption to our carefully crafted scene.The call stopped but as soon as it did, it came again. The brief silence was shattered as Isabel’s phone rang, her mother’s name flashing across the screen. Isabel let out a small whimper, her entire body ri

ISABELNathan sped toward the airport instead while I leaned on the car seat to meditate on the News from the radio. The radio hummed softly in the background, providing a subdued soundtrack for my racing thoughts. As Nathan weaved through the traffic, my mind reeled with the implications of our parents' arrival. My stepfather’s return to Los Angeles seemed to be heralding a shift in the tides, a turning of the wheel that would send ripples throughout my stay in the Mulan's mansion. Soon, we got on the airport road. We would be arriving at the airport in a few minutes. The airport road loomed ahead, the iconic signs of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) rising from the horizon like beacons in the distance. Nathan smoothly navigated the twists and turns, skillfully avoiding the chaotic tangle of traffic. My gaze drifted to the passing scenery, the familiar sights of the city rushing by in a blur.Stepping out of the car, I glanced around the bustling airport. The air buzzed wit

MAVISI was the first to arrive at the table. Soon after, Jessie joined me. His appearance was enough to convince me of how hungry he was. "Hi," He said, pulling out a seat."Hi, Jessie. Why do you look so hungry and worn out?"While Jessie attempted to give me his reply, Isabel showed up in a red nightgown distracting us. Jessie and I watched her as she approached the dining table. Why did she have to choose a red one? I thought before welcoming her to the table. "Hello, Mavis." She said but her eyes were on Jessie."Hi," I briefly said and she smiled but kept her gaze on Jessie."Hey, Jess. Are you okay?" She must have noticed the sadness on his face. Jessie nodded, "I am, just that, I'm famished. I didn't have enough in the afternoon because I lost my appetite.""Why not start eating already?"Jessie looked at me and shook his head, "We wait for everyone else to be present at the table."As if on cue, Donald sauntered into the room, his movements slow and sleepy. Roland followed,

MAVIS After my hasty departure, I grabbed my briefcase and made it toward my car. As I slid into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life beneath me, a thought flitted across my mind. Could Isabel be pregnant? And if so, who could the father be? I shook my head, a futile attempt to dismiss the idea, my mind already conjuring up possibilities and scenarios. But before the wheels of my imagination could start to turn, I turned my attention to the driveway, a final glance back at the Mulan mansion before pulling out of the garage. As I drove, the questions continued to nag at me. I knew that, if Isabel were indeed pregnant, the revelation would shake the Mulan family to its core, and unleash a torrent of drama and speculation and I wasn't ready for that. And then there was the even more troubling question of who the father might be. Could it be me, or had someone else stolen her affections? After wrapping up for the day, I would be embarking on my rendezvous with Estelle. My t