Game of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 4) by Stephanie Brother Read Free Book Online

reason with his twin.
    "You think you're going to win again?" Aiden growls, the grip on my throat tightening. I'm so scared I might faint at any minute, and my hands protectively clutch my belly. I see Blane's eyes widen as he takes this in, but he doesn't let Aiden see.
    "No, nothing like that," he says instead. "Please ... We can work it all out. It will be okay, just come over here. Bring Emme here, dammit!"
    It's the last command that makes Aiden lose it. I know he could never stand taking directions, least of all from his brother. And throw my name in the game, and he will surely lose it.
    "Fuck you," he snarls at his brother, and my heart splits in two as I realize the divide I've created between the two brothers.
    I never meant for it to end this way.
    I may have been naive, but I always thought we could be happy together ... That we could fix things, overlook our differences and put the past behind us.
    My hand flies up in a silent goodbye and I know this is my last chance to make things right.
    "It's okay, Blane," I say softly, just loud enough for him to hear as Aiden pulls me back, even closer to the edge of the cliff. "Don't worry ... I'll be okay. You'll be fine. You'll get over this."
    "Shut up, bitch!" Aiden yells in my ear, his words echoing in my mind as tears start falling for the millionth time.
    "Be strong, Blane!" I call out desperately as my love lunges forward, only a moment too late.
    "I love you."
    Those are my last words before Aiden jumps, pulling me down into the deep abyss with him. I can hear the sea crashing against the rocks below me ...
    And then, there's nothing but darkness.
    Finally.
    Mercifully.

Chapter 9
    Somehow, I'm alive.
    Don't ask me how it happened, because I'm still fairly convinced it was a miracle.
    When Aiden jumped, he lost his hold on me. The last thing I remember is his absolutely desperate and broken face as he mouthed my name, turning into a scream as he realized he was falling, falling, falling deep into the abyss.
    Then, nothing.
    I think shock took over, but it wasn't before my adrenaline kicked in.
    When Aiden let go of me, I grabbed on to a side of the cliff which was covered in bushy, thick ivy. I remember it crackling beneath my fingers, but Blane was there. Blane, who is always my saviour, always there to make it all better.
    He pulled me up - I don't know how he managed, but I was in his arms when I landed back in reality. He was clutching me close like I would fall apart in his arms if he let go.
    And he never did.
    Not even when they came to the island a few hours later and tried to pry me out of his arms. He carried me to the boat, held me in his embrace as we went back to the island. He was the one who placed me in the hospital bed and never left my side.
    I slept for two days straight, and he later told me how worried he was when I wouldn't wake up. The doctors reassured him I would be okay, and he would be more than a little surprised when I woke up. They knew something he didn't ...
    When I wake up, I am  immediately smothered by his hug, but it feels better than anything I'd experienced in my life previously. He looks at me longingly.
    "You're back," he murmurs. "I thought I had lost you ... Both of you."
    I see the pain in his eyes. We've each lost both of our parents, and he lost his twin years ago, the only connection he had left to his family. I can't imagine the pain had he lost me too.
    "I am," I say slowly, my voice raspy from the days of not speaking. He quickly gets me a glass of water and I take long gulps of the pleasantly cool liquid. We settle on the bed together, not caring about rules and regulations.
    My first thought after that is the baby, and my heart beats at a quickened pace. I think of everything that happened, thinking it surely must be gone by now ...
    But then I feel something. It's not a kick, or anything like that ... It's a presence. And somehow, I'm absolutely sure I'm still pregnant.
    "What happened?" I ask hesitantly, because