All Chapters of My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stood on the balcony, arms folded on the railing, staring out at the quiet forest. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My mind was spinning, replaying the kiss I had shared with Caspian just moments ago. I could still feel the heat of his lips on mine, the electric sensation that surged through my body when he touched me. I wasn't sure what I was feeling—anger, confusion, desire-all of it swirled together in a way that left me disoriented. I didn't want this. I shouldn't want this. But I did. And now, he was asking me to come to his office, and I knew deep down that nothing good was going to come of it. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I considered staying out here, staying safe. But something was pulling me, dragging me back inside. The way he kissed me, the way he looked at me, as though he saw right through the careful facade I was trying to build for myself. I couldn't resist the pull. Five minutes, he had said. Five min

I woke up with a start the next morning, the remnants of the previous night clinging to me like shadows. The room was bathed in morning light, but it did little to chase away the haze of my thoughts. I lay still, staring at the ceiling as memories of Caspian flooded back—his voice, his touch, the intensity in his eyes. It played in an endless loop in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it. ‘What have I done?’ The question that had lingered since I first arrived in Washington once again echoed in my head. “What have I done?” I mumbled it, thinking maybe saying it out loud would make me stop doing what I was doing. It was one of the worst feelings—to do something in the heat of the moment and then question or regret it in the days that followed. For the last three days, I had been grappling with this, my interactions with Caspian and the other brothers replaying incessantly in my mind. Sitting up, I ran my hands through my disheveled hair, trying to ground

I stood in the driveway, my mind racing with the conversation I had with Camila and Phineas. I glanced up at Lucas’ balcony again, seeing his familiar silhouette disappear behind the glass door. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of what could happen if I let myself follow the heat I felt whenever he was near. I took a deep breath. ‘You’re allowed to explore. You’re not in a relationship with anyone. They’re not really your brothers,’ I reminded myself. Meanwhile, my pulse was racing like I was about to run a marathon. Steeling myself, I went inside the house and walked through the hallways. It was still very quiet inside, so I checked in the Kitchen for Dev and took the stairs two at a time when I didn't find him there. As I neared the second floor, my heart was pounding in my chest. Within a minute, I reached Lucas' bedroom and, without hesitation, knocked on the door. The excitement underneath it all kept me going. The door to his room was slightly ajar, and I could hea

The late afternoon sun filtered through the balcony, casting a golden glow across Lucas's bedroom. My body was still flushed from the heat of the moment, lying next to him, our breaths evening out in unison. For a brief moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, and I let myself sink into the strange comfort of his presence. But the weight of reality was creeping back in, like a cold draft sneaking under the door. Lucas turned to me, his hand brushing lightly against my arm. “You’re quiet.” I forced a small smile. “Just... thinking about some stuff.” He chuckled, propping himself up on his elbow. “Thinking about what, exactly? Your dominance was pretty sexy.” His teasing tone made me smile for real this time, but beneath the surface, I felt something gnawing at me. It was easier to say I was exploring, but the guilt that followed couldn’t be ignored because I was still hiding everything from them. The web I was weaving was getting messier by the day, and I didn’

I walked through the entrance of the college building, the hum of students and distant chatter filling the air. The cool air-conditioned atmosphere was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the sun outside, and I instantly felt a bit more awake. My sneakers squeaked against the smooth floor as I made my way through the spacious hallways, grateful for the map they mailed along with the syllabus. Without it, I’d probably end up wandering aimlessly through this labyrinth. The buildings were big and the campus bigger. I couldn't believe Derek's family founded such an institute. Heading up to the second floor for my first class, Biology I, I couldn’t help the knot of nerves in my stomach. New faces, new subjects—it was all so overwhelming. When I finally found my classroom, I paused, taking a deep breath to calm myself. ‘It’s just the first day. You’ve got this.’ I told myself before pushing open the door. I was greeted by an almost-empty room. Only one person sat towards the front, his fa