In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Read In Love With My Evil Stepbrother Chapter 65 – Runaway

Natalia’s POV

I open my mouth, but no words come out of it except a shaky s*b.

He seems to realize something. The next second, his anxious voice comes out of the speaker again, “Nat whatever you heard, don’t make any rush decisions! Please come back to me and let me explain! Just-please, please don’t go.”

He is begging me. I’ve never heard of him begging to anyone before.

But he deserves this.

I take in a deep breath as tears blur my vision. Then I ask him between gritted teeth, “…is it true?”

He growls lowly, “God what have you heard! I can explain everything,”

“Just f**king answer my question!” Thall -cry and half-scream. “Just do this for me …just stop lying to me for this one time!! Is it…is it true?”

He lapses into silence. I hold the phone and press it tightly against my ear. I can hear his restrained and shallow breathing on the other side of the phone, and it makes my heart tremble.

I can’t help but hope that he would deny it. And everything is just a bad dream. So that I can still go back to him and we can still be happily ever after.

But then, I hear him say in a low voice, “…yes.”

I let out a desperate cry as tears pour down my cheek.

“But I can explain! I’ve regretted it a long

I hung up the phone before he can finish and toss it aside. Despair and agony fill, my heart. I didn’t know a heartbreak can be this painful. I’ve never experienced this before, not even with Zack.

I guess it’s the first time I ever loved someone this deeply. But now, my so called “true love” just turned in to a bl***dy betrayal.

“Hey,” Jenna places her hand on my shoulder. “I know there’s nothing I can say right now that will make you feel better. But you are strong, and you will move pass this. You just need a little time.”

I bury my face into my palms crying and nod. At least now I have her by my side.

Nearly an hour later, we arrive at the airport. Jenna takes me to the counter and buys us the next flight to Miami, which departures 2 hours later.

Then we check in, pass security check and arrive at the waiting lounge. The entire process feels like a dream to me. Did I really just break up with Eason? Am I really going back to Miami? I feel like that I am sleep walking.

“Here,” Jenna hands me a bottle of water and sits down beside me. “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

I shake my head. I don’t think I’ll ever have the appetite to eat anything ever again.

“I think maybe I should call my mom…or my dad. I must let him know that I’m coming home,” I murmur.

“Yeah. But didn’t your dad have a new girlfriend or something?”

right now and he probably doesn’t want me home.

your home gets crowded. But still, you

out my phone. There’re 36 missing calls and tons of unread messages. All from

them. But the next second, two new messages pops up on

(Eason: I’m sorry.]

don’t

If he is sorry, why didn’t he say anything sooner? Is he really sorry? Or is this

trick

I can’t tell anymore.

f**k,” Jenna suddenly

head down and puts

your head down,” she hisses. “I think I saw

My whole-body tenses up

here already?! How is that

I can see men in black suits approaching us quickly. They are

staff if we are on the passenger

expected,” Jenna

toward the opposite direction. We quickly blend into the crowd so no one notices

my phone. 30 minutes

try to keep up with her. “Should

They will wait at the gate.

“So…”

get out of the airport and take

the nearest city. Then

…What?

so exhausted. Right now, all I want to do is to lay down in bed and cry the hell out of

“Jenna…”

you should just go. I—I’m so tired. I don’t think he will

f**king stupid?! That lunatic locked me up and basically forced me to

same to you! Plus I signed the nondisclosure but I still chose to tell you everything. Are you going to run back to him after everything I’ve done? Then you , are just weak and pathetic, and you

myself right now. I guess everything I’ve been through today really took

her gaze, I quickly wipe the corner of my eyes and say to her,“ Just slap

face again,

the shuttle station. That hundreds dollars flight ticket

me, “Wait. Take out the SIM

throws the little card on the ground and stomps hard on

whispers. “I’m not saying that he can definitely track your phone…but let’s just

driver our destination. As the car slowly drive away from the terminal, I suddenly catch a

It’s him.

remember the car. It’s the exact car that he drove

then my

and stare at him, trying to remember every detail of his face. I see him talking to his bodyguards, rushing into the