My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 657

Chapter 657

I decided I didn’t particularly want to. Instead I looked at my aunt, “Can we talk somewhere private?”

Her smile faded immediately. She studied my face for only a second before nodding, “Of course.”

She didn’t ask questions. She simply led me through the house until we reached her sunroom. Glass walls surrounded the entire room, morning light poured in from every direction. Flowers filled nearly every corner.

It smelled clean and exactly like Alessia.

She motioned toward one of the chairs, “Sit. I was making breakfast,” she said, “You look like someone who forgot food exists.”

She smiled sadly before speaking to one of the house staff waiting outside.

“Breakfast for two, please.”

Within minutes, plates were brought in. Everything was arranged before us before the staff disappeared again, leaving us completely alone. I really didn’t feel like eating anything.

She folded her hands together on the table, “Raphael. What happened?”

I wasn’t avoiding the answer. I was arranging it. There was a difference.

Finally, I managed to tell her the most important part, “I love someone.”

Alessia’s entire face softened. “Oh…” She reached across the table and took my hand before I could pull it away. know. And I know it’s Gianna. I’ve been waiting for the day you’d tell me yourself.” A fond smile touched her lips. ” Truthfully… I’ve known since that breakfast when you very seriously informed me your ‘girlfriend’ had broken up with you.”

I looked at her, “How did you know?”

She smiled, “My darling. I’ve known you since the day you were born. You think people can’t read you because your face rarely changes. They’re right. But I’ve never needed your face. I know your silences.”

I looked down at the untouched coffee, “I thought I hid it well.”

“You did, she smiled, “From everyone except the woman who changed your diapers.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

She waited, “So… what happened?”

I stared through the glass walls toward the gardens outside.

“I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“Then help me understand.”

“I’ll try.”

I drew in a slow breath and told her everything.

About meeting Gianna before our parents got married. About Denise and the girls. About her dyslexia and how she’d spent years believing it made her broken. About the scars she hid beneath her sleeves. About our arrangement. About my therapist. About the kidnapping. About Hazel.

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