My Stepbrother Wants Me Chapter 130: The Guest

Catherine’s POV

Another suffocating breakfast with the family, aning Richard, who sat at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on his phone as if the rest of us didn’t exist.

Julian wasn’t here. He left early, he ntioned going to et Ethan about "sothing serious", which he refused to reveal to .

Richard switched his phone off and took a slow sip of his black coffee. "We’ll be expecting a guest today," he announced, not looking at anyone in particular. "I trust the house is in order?"

Lisa looked up with a start, setting down her tea. "A guest, Richard? Who is it? I didn’t know we were hosting anyone so soon after... well, everything."

"You don’t need to know who it is," Richard replied with a flat voice and I kinda found it rude. "You only need to ensure they are made to feel welco. I’ll be out for most of the day on campaign business. I expect no drama upon my return."

He stood up, adjusted his cufflinks, and walked out without another word. Mom stood and followed him, playing the dutiful wife role, which is so annoying. Hopefully, she would start listening to feminists so she can stop playing the role of a servant instead of a wife.

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, whistling lowly. "A mystery guest. How very "Richard" of him. Any guesses, Cat? Maybe a high-level donor? Or perhaps a long-lost relative coming to claim a piece of the throne?"

"I don’t know," I muttered, a cold knot forming in my stomach. "But Richard’s surprises are never actually gifts."

We were still eating when we heard the sound of a car. That was probably the guest. Gabriel and I walked to the window just as a silver town car began to pull away, leaving a mountain of luggage on the curb.

And standing next to the suitcases was Lucy.

She was wearing a tailored white trench coat and oversized sunglasses, looking like she’d just stepped off a flight from Paris. She looked up at the house, a slow smirk spreading across her face.

"You have got to be kidding ," Gabriel whispered. "The guest is Lucy? And by the look of those bags, she’s not here for a weekend getaway. She’s moving in."

"I have to tell Julian," I muttered to myself, pulling out my phone and quickly typing a ssage.

Catherine [10:14 AM]:Lucy is here as Richard’s guest. She’s with enough luggage to stay for a year. Julian, she’s moving into the house. Whatever they talked about must have been beneficial to the two of them. Hurry up and co ho.

I didn’t wait for a reply. I walked over to the entrance just as Lucy made through the door, her heels clicking aggressively. My mother was already there, to welco her ’husband’s’ guest.

"Hell dear," Lisa greeted her with a huge smile, which made bawl my fist in annoyance.

"Hi, Mrs. Vaughn," Lucy said, her voice smooth and dripping with a new, artificial sweetness. She slid her sunglasses onto the top of her head. "Nice to et you, ma’am."

"Nice to et you too. Richard ntioned you to us."

"That’s very thoughtful of him. He was very insistent that I co stay. He thinks my presence will be... beneficial for everyone."

"Well, I... I suppose," Lisa stamred, her submissiveness taking over. "Please, make yourself comfortable. The staff will help you with your bags."

"Thank you, Lisa," Lucy said, using my mother’s first na which made my jaw tighten. She had no right to address my mom like that.

"I have to step out for a bit. I forgot I promised to pick up so things from the supermarket for the charity gala. Gabriel, Catherine... take care of our Lucy. We don’t want Richard getting upset," Lisa’s voice ca.

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, please—-" I started with a frown and a cold voice, but she was already grabbing her purse and heading for the garage.

The second the door closed behind my mother, Lucy’s face changed. The sweetness got replaced by a cold, sharp-edged arrogance. She turned to Gabriel, her eyes lighting up with a charm that I knew was fake.

"Hey Gabs," she purred, walking toward him. "It’s been a few days. You’re looking well. Still the only one in this house with a sense of humor, I imagine?"

Gabriel gave a non-committal shrug, he turned to and probably noticed my jaw tightening because he quickly beca uncomfortable. "I try, Lucy. Welco back, I guess."

Then, she turned to . The warmth she’d shown Gabriel died instantly, replaced by a gaze like a splash of acid.

"And you," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "Still hanging around like a bad sll? I’m surprised Richard hasn’t found a place in the Alps to tuck you away in yet."

"Excuse ?" I asked, stepping forward. "You’ve been in this house for five minutes as a guest and you’re already forgetting your place?"

Lucy let out a sharp laugh, before she took a step closer to . "My place? My place is wherever the Senator wants to be. And right now, he wants right here. In the middle of everything. And guess what, he thinks I’m the only one capable of keeping an eye on his precious son."

I was about to attack her for referring to Julian but I rembered Gabriel was here too and so, I couldn’t make him think I have sothing with Julian.

"You’re a guest, Lucy," I snapped, my voice filled with rage. "A guest. We don’t care why Richard let you here but don’t mistake his interest for permanent status."

Lucy’s eyes narrowed into slits. "What about you, huh? You think you’re so special because you live with them? Don’t forget that you’re just a stray he picked up to make the family portrait look more ’inclusive.’ You’re nothing to them."

"I may not be a Vaughn by blood, Lucy," I said, my voice dropping to a low, steady hiss. "But I am a Vaughn by certificate. The law, the press, and this entire city identify as family. I have the na and the standing. As for You? You are a guest in a house that doesn’t want you. And if you move funny, or if you disrespect a single mber of this family again—myself included—I will make it my personal mission to ensure Richard sees exactly how much of a liability you are."

The air suddenly felt like it was charged with electricity. Lucy stared at , her chest heaving, clearly shocked that my words hit harder than hers.

Gabriel stepped between us, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay! Let’s all just take a breath. It’s a big house. There’s plenty of room for everyone to coexist without drawing blood before lunch."

He looked at , then at Lucy, a nervous, hopeful smile on his face. "Look, we’re all under a lot of stress. Why don’t we just try to settle these differences? The two of you should try to be friends. For the sake of the house, right?"

Both Lucy and I turned our heads slowly to look at him.

"Shut up, Gabriel," we said in unison.

The fury in my look must have matched Lucy’s, because Gabriel imdiately took a step back, his smile vanishing.

"Right," he muttered, holding his hands up in retreat. "I’ll just... go check on my unfinished work."

Lucy turned back to , her smirk returning, though it was tighter now, more defensive. "We’ll see how long that ’certificate’ protects you, Catherine.."