My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Gianna

“What have you been doing to yourself?” she wept, “My baby… what have you done?”

I couldn’t answer her. I couldn’t even feel my own body anymore. I just stood by the open door, staring down a the pile of my tools on the rug, my eyes completely blank and empty.

The room around me faded into a dull, distant blur as my mind retreated deep inside itself, into the dark, quiet space where her screams and her tears couldn’t reach me.

A slow heat started to burn under my skin. It wasn’t the kind of anger that made you want to scream or throw things. It was a cold, bone-deep exhaustion. I was just so tired.

But beneath the anger, a sharp spike of pure panic pierced my chest.

Raphael.

He was in here. I didn’t look toward the bathroom door, but I could feel his presence. He was in here somewhere, probably listening to every single word, watching every single piece of my ruined life get dragged out onto the floor.

A cold sweat broke out across my collarbone. I felt completely naked, stripped down to my very bones. The thought of him seeing this made my stomach violently churn.

Raphael was a man who carried himself like a king. He was powerful, cold, and hard. And now, he was watching how much of a mess I really was. He was looking at my broken pieces. In a second, he would look at me with either disgust or that soft, awful look. Pity.

He would feel sorry for the crazy girl who burned her own skin just to make the bouncing letters in her head go quiet.

My mom’s sobs turned into long, shaky gasps as she wiped her face with both hands, smearing the tears across her cheeks.

Using the edge of a shelf, she dragged her weak self up, forcing herself to stand. She didn’t look at me. Instead, her eyes dropped back down to the pile of tools scattered across the rug.

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