All Chapters of Mysterious Billionaire is My Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment shifted from innocent to intense as their lips pressed together with growing passion. Diluc’s lips were firm yet gentle against Furina’s, and though his face remained an impassive mask, his eyes betrayed a flicker of emotion that was otherwise hidden. The passion in his eyes was like a storm trapped behind a calm facade, revealing a raw, unspoken connection.Furina’s heart raced as she felt the warmth of his kiss envelop her. The way Diluc’s lips moved against hers conveyed a sense of urgency and desire that transcended words. His hand, which had gently cupped her face, now pressed with a comforting firmness, anchoring her in the moment. Despite his outward stoicism, the tenderness of his touch spoke volumes, communicating a depth of emotion that his face did not reveal.As their kiss grew more fervent, Furina could feel Diluc’s internal conflict, the way his usual control was momentarily loosened by the intensity of the moment. The world outside seemed to dissolve into insi

The evening was quiet as Furina settled onto the couch with a book in hand, trying to unwind after a long day. The townhouse was peaceful, with Tiffany and Lizzy busy in the kitchen, and Tommaso not far off with his usual humor to keep them entertained. For a brief moment, Furina allowed herself to relax, letting the warmth of the cozy room soothe her nerves.Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. Glancing at the screen, she saw Diluc’s name flashing. A flutter of nervousness hit her, as it always did when he called. She took a deep breath and answered.“Hello, Diluc,” she said softly, trying to keep her tone neutral.“Furina,” Diluc’s voice was calm, yet there was an undercurrent of tension that she had become all too familiar with. “There’s a charity event tomorrow night that we need to attend together. It’s important for appearances.”Furina’s stomach twisted. Another public event meant more scrutiny, more eyes on her, and more opportunities for things to go wrong. But she knew it

The rest of the evening was a balancing act. Diluc and Furina made their way through the ballroom, speaking with various influential figures, while constantly being aware of Yvette’s presence lurking nearby. As if knowing how Furina felt, Diluc kept his interactions with Yvette to a bare minimum, responding to her advances with cool detachment. If she tried to catch his eye across the room, he would look away. If she attempted to join a conversation, he would excuse himself and Furina almost immediately. His actions made it clear that he was not interested in engaging with Yvette on any level. For Furina, it was a relief to see Diluc handle Yvette so decisively, but it also deepened her resolve to stand by his side and not let Yvette’s schemes drive a wedge between them. As the night wore on, they found themselves having to work together, presenting a united front to the public eye.At one point, they found themselves standing by a large window overlooking the city. The glittering l

The night was quiet as Furina sat in the living room of Diluc’s penthouse, her mind racing with thoughts she could no longer suppress. The dinner had been exhausting, and the tension with Yvette had pushed her to the brink. But it wasn’t just Yvette that was gnawing at her—it was the uncertainty, the lingering doubts that had taken root in her mind ever since Yvette entered the scene and threatened to ruin their pretend marriage. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unresolved between Diluc and Yvette, something that had never truly been put to rest. Some unfinished business as Yvette would like to call it. Their marriage had always been a transaction, a business arrangement to solve her immediate financial crisis. When Diluc had offered her the one-point-five million pounds she needed to pay off her father’s debt, she had agreed to his terms. But over time, the lines between duty and emotion had blurred, and Furina found herself struggling with feelings she hadn’t

The weight of the recent revelations was bearing down on Furina like a leaden cloud. Every time she tried to focus on something else, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to Yvette, to the ominous hints she had dropped, and to the gnawing feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. Despite their marriage being nothing more than a paper arrangement, Furina couldn’t deny the way her chest tightened every time Yvette was near. It wasn’t jealousy—it was something deeper, something darker. A feeling that Yvette was playing a game, and Furina was nothing but a pawn. Two days after her meeting with Marco, Furina had made discreet inquiries and discovered that Yvette had been seen meeting with Marco again. Furina knew she had to confront Yvette, to get to the bottom of whatever twisted game she was playing. She couldn’t let this continue without taking a stand. She arranged to meet Yvette at a café, choosing a public place to ensure her safety. “I must say that when my assistant in