All Chapters of My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I blinked at him in disbelief. “You’re leaving already? But I thought you’d be around for at least a few more days.”Lucas shrugged, his smile fading slightly. “Plans changed. Dad called, we need to take care of some business stuff in Washington. Besides, we didn’t want to overstay our welcome, especially with all the… drama.” He glanced at Margaret, who was now quietly sipping her coffee, a knowing look on her face. “Sorry for the poor choice of word.” “Right,” I said slowly, trying to process this sudden shift. “And here I was thinking I’d get to spend more time with you two.”“It won't be long,” Lucas assured me, trying to lighten the mood. “Your dad will be out of hospital in a few days. You can fly back after that.” My heart sank a little at the thought of leaving dad so soon, but I told him that I leave when he is out of hospital. “Yeah, I remember,” I replied, though the excitement didn’t quite reach my voice.Margaret sensed the shift and jumped in. “You boys should stay fo

The drive back from the hospital blurred together in a tapestry of passing cars and shops, the city an indifferent witness to my tangled emotions. I’d always craved peace, a quiet kind of calm that I could never seem to hold onto when Harry was around. Even as the familiar streets drifted by, I felt a distance growing—between me, the life I’d known, and the perfect family I had dreamt about for years. Leaving dad behind had been even harder than I’d imagined. But staying? Staying had felt impossible.Weirdly, the thoughts I started to have on my way back mirrored the ones from almost a decade ago when I was leaving London. The parallels in my thoughts were too obvious to forget or ignore. That day confirmed that dad was never going to leave Harry, no matter what he did. By the time Simon pulled up to the mansion, exhaustion draped over me like a shroud. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The usual comfort of my room, the familiar scen

Two days had passed since I landed in the States, and my mind was still spinning from the whirlwind of changes surrounding me. Thoughts of my dad floated through my mind like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. The brothers tried to talk to me about it, but I shut them down nicely, telling them that I didn't want to talk about it. Lucas was the only one who insisted I tell him what happened multiple times, but stopped when he realised I wasn't ready to share it yet. For the most part of it ,things were back to normal. We are together while discussing some random topics. Dev was extra kind and warm, always taking care of me, while Caspian once again started to put distance between us. I tried talking to him, but it didn't work. He always had something important to be taken care of when I tried to talk to him. Others noticed that and told me not to think about it much because it was common for him to act like that sometimes. They told me that he would be back to his normal self i

The house was buzzing with conversation as I slipped through the front door. The warmth from inside wrapped around me, a stark contrast to the cooling night air outside. The evening had settled in, casting a gentle glow across the walls from the lamps scattered around the room. Harry headed upstairs, muttering something about needing a shower, while I found myself drawn toward the faint sound of Dev’s voice coming from the family room. I knew others would be there too, so I fixed my hair and taking a steady breath, I followed his voice down the hallway. I let my fingers brush over the cool, polished wooden art piece on the wall, looking at the entertainment room. Ian was in there, watching Umbrella Academy and somehow it made sense that he would be watching a show like that. Sensing my presence he turned back and looked at me in confusion. “I was just passing and saw you inside. Don't mind me,” I said, trying not to make him uncomfortable. He shook his head and gave me a l

The soft hum of the elevator echoed in the quiet, steady and rhythmic, but it did nothing to calm the storm swirling inside me. My heart pounded so loud in my chest that I was sure Caspian could hear it. The tension between us had built up all night, simmering just beneath the surface, and now, as the elevator descended, I couldn’t help but start to panic. ‘Am I ready for this?’ I shifted on my feet, glancing at Caspian beside me. He stood tall, his expression unreadable but calm, like he already knew what was going to happen. Like he knew me better than I knew myself. That thought sent a thrill through me, though I couldn't differentiate if it was out of excitement or fear. “If you're not ready, we can go back and forget this,” he had said, his voice softer than I expected. The offer hung in the air like a lifeline, but I had shaken my head. ‘There is no turning back. I am the one who told him that I would tonight.’ I reminded myself and kissed his upper arms for some rea