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Beneath the Same Roof

An intense, steamy forbidden romance

When Ava Monroe’s mother remarries into wealth, Ava’s world turns upside down — and so does her carefully guarded heart. Forced to live under the same roof as her enigmatic stepbrother Julian Hart, she’s thrust into a world of polished surfaces hiding raw, tangled emotions.

Julian is a man ruled by control and silence, a brooding enigma who keeps everyone at arm’s length — until Ava. Beneath his cold exterior lies a storm of desire and vulnerability that threatens to unravel them both.

As days bleed into nights filled with stolen glances, charged silences, and forbidden touches, Ava and Julian are drawn into a dangerous game of craving and restraint. Every secret moment deepens the connection neither wants to admit — but the consequences of crossing the line are devastating.

In a mansion built on power and expectation, can two broken souls risk everything for a love that should never exist? Or will the walls they live beneath become the cage that traps them forever.

BENEATH THE SAME ROOF

Chapter 42 – The Public Storm & The Private Sanctuary

Themes: Public vulnerability, chosen family, softness after the storm, legacy, resilience

PART 1: GOING PUBLIC (POV: Julian)

Julian posted the photo without a caption.

Just Ava, in a long silk dress, bathed in golden morning light, one hand on her visible bump.

"Stepsiblings Expect First Child: Taboo or Triumph?"

"Julian Hart Doubles Down on Forbidden Romance"

"Unfit to Parent? Social Media Has Opinions"

"Honestly? I'm jealous of how much he adores her."

"It's weird until it's beautiful. And then it's just brave."

Julian turned off his phone after two hours. Ava never turned hers on.

Just a second photo, posted by Julian two days later.

> "If love is rebellion, then let this be our war cry."

No registry. No cake. No mom or dad.

Just Marina, Rae, and three close friends.

Walls strung with Polaroids of Ava and Julian's journey

Rae brought a handmade blanket with the words:

Marina, tearing up, held Ava's hand.

> "You'll be the mother your mother was too afraid to be.

And this child will never know shame."

Julian stood behind Ava the entire night, one hand around her waist, the other on her belly.

Every time someone offered a blessing, he whispered it back to the baby.

After everyone left, Ava stood at the window in Julian's hoodie, cradling herself.

He walked up, pressed his forehead to the back of her neck.

> "Even with everything we've lost?"

> "We didn't lose anything that was ever real."

Julian kneeling again — not for the camera, but just for her.

And now, we'll give one back to the world."

And Ava, her eyes full of stars and exhaustion, whispers back:

> "Let them scream. We'll raise peace."

chapter 42.