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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Inlove with my stepbrother : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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Chapter One

[Him]: Are you alone tonight, baby?[Me]: Yes. Just got out of the shower.[Him]: Tell me what you're wearing.My thumb hovered over the keyboard, heart thudding, breath caught somewhere between guilt and thrill.I knew how this would go. It always started like this, gentle curiosity, playful tension, and then... fire.I looked around my room—the same one I’d slept in since I was thirteen. Posters still hung on the wall, some faded. My pink lamp cast a warm glow, and the sound of my mom humming in the kitchen floated down the hall.She had no idea. No one did. Not Zara. Not my classmates. Definitely not my mother, who thought I was some sweet, innocent girl still figuring herself out.But he saw the other version of me.[Me]: Just a towel. Nothing underneath.A second passed. Then another. Three gray dots appeared.[Him]: Fuck. Do you have any idea what you do to me?I bit my lip. My body was already reacting to his words, my skin humming with anticipation. Every time we texted, it fe

Chapter two

The sun was brutal, the kind of heat that made your back sweat the moment you stepped outside. I had barely reached campus when Zara appeared beside me, swinging her braids over one shoulder like she was in a hair commercial.“You look like someone’s guilty conscience,” she said, squinting at me through her tinted shades.“I slept late.”Zara gave me a knowing look. “Was it the mystery man again?”I paused.She grinned. “I knew it. Spill.”We found our usual spot behind the library—a shady bench away from the main walkways. It was quiet, semi-private, and perfect for the kind of conversations we always had when no one was listening.I exhaled. “It’s getting weird, Zara. He said something last night and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”Zara leaned forward like I just told her I kissed a celebrity.“What’d he say?”“He said… maybe we’ve already met.”Her eyebrows shot up. “Wait—what?! Girl, that’s not weird. That’s hot. Like, soulmates-in-secret hot.”“Or stalker-level creepy,” I mu

Chapter Three

Amaya’s thumb hovered over her screen.He was typing.Her heart raced. She watched the three grey dots blink and blink, taunting her with the promise of a reply. A part of her regretted sending that photo, but another part… the one that throbbed with anticipation and anxiety… wanted to know what he’d say. What he thought. If he liked it.Still typing.She refreshed the chat.Still typing.Then suddenly—Offline.The screen dimmed for a second before she tapped it again, the brightness returning to mock her silence.“What the hell…” she whispered.She sat up in bed, phone clutched tight in her hand. Her room was dark, save for the dim yellow glow from the bedside lamp. Her mother was asleep down the hall, the house silent except for the low hum of the ceiling fan.She stared at the chat screen. No new messages.Amaya: Hey?Amaya: You went offline…Amaya: Did I do something wrong?No reply.She tossed her phone beside her on the bed, sat there for a moment, staring at the wall. Her thro

Chapter four

Amaya kicked off her sneakers at the front door, her entire body aching from the weight of the day. College had drained her, mentally and emotionally. Her phone sat heavy in her pocket, not from its physical weight but from the silence she couldn’t escape. Still no reply. No message. Not even a damn “seen.” He just disappeared.She sighed deeply and pushed open the door to the kitchen. The scent of garlic and butter clung to the air like a warm blanket.“Amaya?” her mum’s voice called. “You’re back?”“Yeah, just got in,” she muttered, dragging her feet toward the stairs.“I made pasta, your favorite,” her mum added from the kitchen.Amaya paused, her stomach reminding her she hadn’t eaten all day. She turned, trudged up the stairs to her room, and peeled off her jeans and hoodie, replacing them with a tank top and shorts. Her fingers hovered over her phone before she stuffed it into her back pocket and headed back downstairs.The pasta was still hot. Creamy, cheesy, and probably made

Chapter five

A knock on the front door dragged Amaya from her daze. She was curled up on her bed, phone still in hand, screen dark from the hundredth time she'd checked and gotten no reply. She hadn’t heard the knock at first, but then it came again, louder.“Coming,” she muttered as she sat up sluggishly, still in her oversized tee and shorts. Her heart wasn’t in anything lately, not school, not her phone, not even herself.The moment she opened the door, the smell hit her first. Burgers and fries. Zara stood there with a triumphant grin and a brown paper bag held up like a trophy.“I bring food,” Zara said, stepping in without waiting for an invitation. “And I want gossip.”Amaya managed a weak smile. “God, I need both.”They headed upstairs to Amaya’s room, Zara kicking the door shut behind her. As soon as they settled on the bed, Zara opened the bag and handed Amaya a cheeseburger dripping with sauce. Amaya barely took a bite before letting it drop back into the wrapper.Zara narrowed her eyes

Chapter six

It had been a full month since Amaya’s life flipped — a month of Zara’s wild teasing, her mother’s bridal fittings, and endless prep that Amaya barely cared about. The big day finally came, and despite all her silent protests, she stood near the back of the small hall dressed in soft lilac chiffon, surrounded by family, music, and a love she didn’t quite believe in.She should’ve felt something. Excitement, maybe. Hope. Relief that her mom was finally finding happiness again. But no — Amaya just felt… distracted.Her eyes kept going to her phone, tucked in the folds of her purse. No new messages. Not even a typing indicator. Not a single sign of life from the one person who had consumed her mind for weeks.The wedding ceremony was simple and elegant. Her mother, glowing in white satin, looked ten years younger. Richard, tall and charming in a dark suit, looked every bit the kind of man who wrote love poems and believed in forever. Amaya just clapped when expected, posed for the pictur

Chapter seven

“Girl,” Zara hissed beside Amaya, her fingers gripping her arm, “who is that?”Amaya blinked herself out of the daze she’d been in. Her eyes were still trained on him, Jaxon. Richard’s son. Her new stepbrother. He stood beside Richard now, saying something to his dad with a quiet laugh, looking too good for his own good in that fitted tux, his sleeves slightly rolled up and his black tie hanging loosely like he hadn’t even tried, yet still managed to look like a walking Calvin Klein ad.Amaya’s throat felt dry. “That’s Jaxon,” she said, swallowing hard. “My... stepbrother.”Zara’s eyes widened. “Wait, that’s him? That is your stepbrother? Goddamn!” She didn’t even try to lower her voice. “Your mom married his dad? Girl, you’re in trouble.”“Zara, please stop ,” Amaya muttered under her breath, glancing nervously around. “Can you not shout it to the entire room?”Zara grinned. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t ready. That boy is hot. Like Greek god level hot. That jawline? The hair? The eyes?

Chapter eight

Amaya stayed in the bathroom longer than necessary. She had splashed water on her face, not because she was hot, but because her mind was a mess.Everything felt off.The way Jaxon looked at her. The way her stomach fluttered when their eyes met. The way his arms wrapped around her like they belonged there.He’s my stepbrother. She kept repeating the words in her head like a chant. But it didn’t help.With a sigh, she adjusted her dress in the mirror, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and pushed the bathroom door open.She gasped.Jaxon was still there, leaning against the opposite wall, hands in his pockets like he was waiting.Her heart jumped. “You’re still here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral as she stepped out slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last.Her eyes couldn’t help but roam over him.Subthoughts whispered like a breeze she couldn’t shake.God, he’s hot.Tall. Strong jawline. The slight curve of his lips like he knew something no one else did.T

Chapter Nine

The lecture hall buzzed with chatter as students slowly trickled out, some laughing, others slouched in fatigue. Amaya slid her notebook into her bag and stood, stretching her legs. Zara was already waiting at the door, waving her over with a smirk tugging at her lips.“Finally,” Zara said as Amaya reached her. “I’ve been dying to talk to you.”Amaya sighed. “About what?”Zara raised a brow. “Don’t play dumb. How are things going with Mr. Hotness at home?”Amaya rolled her eyes. “Can you stop calling him that? And nothing is going on. He’s my stepbrother, remember?”Zara nudged her with her elbow. “Yeah, your hot stepbrother.”Amaya gave her a glare, but it wasn’t fierce enough to hide the slight flush crawling up her neck. “Zara, seriously. He just got here. It’s not even been up to a week.”“So? A lot can happen in a week. You two live under the same roof. You bumped into him, he caught you, then he pulled you close at the bathroom, don’t think I’ve forgotten what you told me.”Amay

Chapter ten

“Amaya!” Her mother’s voice rang out from the room.Amaya sighed, dragging her tired legs off the bed. She had just settled in after a long day. Couldn’t she get a moment of peace?She pushed open the door to her mom’s room. “Yes, Mum?”Her mother was standing by the wardrobe with a small pile of neatly folded towels in her hand.“I got some new towels today. Can you take these to Jaxon’s room?”Amaya blinked. “Why me? Can’t he come get it himself?”“Because I asked you,” her mom said, gently but firmly. “He’s probably in his room resting. Just go drop them off.”Amaya muttered under her breath, “Sure, make me the family delivery girl,” but she took the towels anyway.She walked slowly down the hallway, staring at the towels like they were bricks. As she reached Jaxon’s door, she paused and knocked lightly. No answer.She knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.Maybe he wasn’t inside.She pushed the door open just a bit and peeked. The room was dim, sunlight peeking through th

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