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Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY FIVE
Chapter Ninety-Five — The One They ChoseThe door didn’t just burst open.It shattered.Wood splintered inward. Metal screamed against concrete. Flashlights cut through the red warehouse glow in violent white beams.“Drop the weapon!”The twin didn’t flinch.Not even a twitch.Her eyes were still locked on Ariana.You’re not the original.The words echoed louder than the sirens.The gun shifted.Not toward the police.Back toward Ariana.Mason moved first.He shoved Ariana sideways just as the shot rang out.The bullet hit concrete.Sparks exploded.Caleb tackled the twin.The gun skidded across the floor.Two officers lunged forward, pinning her arms behind her back. She didn’t fight.She smiled.That was worse.Ariana scrambled up, heart hammering so violently she thought she might black out.“Are you hurt?” Mason grabbed her face, checking her, his hands shaking.“I—I don’t—”Her words died.Across the warehouse, near the stairs—Ryan was standing.Not running.Not restrained.Watc
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY FOUR
Chapter Ninety-Four — The Truth Is Hungrier Than LiesDarkness didn’t fall.It attacked.The second the lights cut out, something slammed into Ariana from the side. She hit the concrete hard, air punching out of her lungs. Somewhere to her left, Mason shouted. Caleb swore. Nate’s footsteps pounded metal stairs again.And then—A scream.Not Ariana’s.Not one of the boys’.It was sharp. Female. Brief.Then silenced.The emergency lights flickered back on in violent red pulses.Ryan was gone.The gun was gone.The monitors were black.Ariana pushed herself up, her palms burning. “Where is he?”Mason spun in a circle, chest heaving. “He was right here.”Caleb was already halfway up the stairs to the catwalk. “They’re not up here!”Nate reached the warehouse door and yanked it.Locked.Still locked.Ariana’s heart was racing too fast for her thoughts to line up.The scream.Who screamed?There hadn’t been any girls in here.Unless—Her blood ran cold.“Ariana,” Mason said slowly.She turn
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY THREE
Chapter Ninety Three— The Sound After the ShotThe gunshot didn’t echo.It swallowed the air.For one suspended second, there was nothing. No screams. No footsteps. No breath.Just the ringing in Ariana’s ears.Then chaos tore through the warehouse.Metal screamed as someone crashed into a stack of crates. A body hit the concrete. Someone cursed. The smell of gunpowder bled into the dark, sharp and metallic.“Ariana!” Mason’s voice. Close. Panicked.“I’m here!” she shouted back, but even to her own ears, she sounded far away.Her hands were shaking so hard she couldn’t feel her fingers.Another sound — a groan.Low. Pained.Too close.Her eyes adjusted just enough to make out shadows moving. The emergency exit sign flickered red against the far wall, casting everything in a dim, hellish glow.And that’s when she saw him.Ryan was on his knees.Blood soaked through the front of his shirt.Time stopped.“No,” she whispered.Her body moved before her mind did. She dropped beside him, han
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY TWO
Chapter Ninety Two -The Night Everything BrokeAriana knew something was wrong the moment the boys went quiet.Not the playful quiet. Not the “we’re planning something stupid” quiet.This was different.The kind of silence that crawls under your skin and waits.The warehouse lights flickered above them, buzzing like a dying insect. Mason stood near the entrance, jaw tight, staring at his phone like it had personally betrayed him. Caleb paced. Nate hadn’t moved in three minutes — just stood there, hands in his pockets, eyes unfocused.Ariana stepped closer. “Okay. Someone talk.”No one did.Her pulse kicked up.Mason finally looked at her. “The video’s real.”Three words. That was it.Her stomach dropped. “What video?”Caleb stopped pacing. Slowly, he turned his phone around.And there it was.Grainy footage. A rooftop. A shove.A body falling.Her breath left her lungs like someone had punched her.“That’s not—” she started.But it was.It was her.The camera angle was terrible, disto
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY ONE
Chapter 91 – The Lie We Built“Intervention accepted?”The voice wasn’t mechanical.That was the problem.It wasn’t neutral.It wasn’t synthetic.It sounded… familiar.Not like mine.Not like the replica.Not like the newcomer.Closer.The metal surface beneath the dock finished shaping its reflective projection.A face stabilized.And for half a second—I thought it was Ariana.Not exact.But close enough that my brain flinched.Marcus saw it too.“What the hell—”The projection shifted.Facial structure recalibrating.Eyes adjusting.Then it stopped morphing.And settled.On me.But younger.Five years younger.Before the project.Before continuity.Before any of this.Ariana took a slow step back.“That’s not predictive modeling,” she said.“That’s memory.”My stomach dropped.“How would it have that?”Eli looked at me like I already knew the answer.The beam across the skyline intensified.Nodes flickering back into synchronized alignment.The distributed system temporarily pausin
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY
Chapter 90 – The Ones Who StayThe first message from Ariana didn’t come through the network.It came through the old thread.The one we started months ago.No encryption badge.No node tag.Just her name.You good?No politics.No commentary on the vote.No think-piece energy.Just that.I stared at it longer than I should’ve.The skyline outside was still uneven. Districts glowing independently, like a city relearning how to breathe without a single set of lungs.The replica was near the far wall, quiet for once.The newcomer had stepped out to “observe local response.”The agents had been reassigned. Not dismissed. Just… absorbed.But Ariana was texting like none of that mattered.You good?I typed back.Depends who’s asking.Three dots appeared immediately.Not the network. Me.That hit.The boys were at Dock 14.Of course they were.When systems fracture, they default to physical space. Concrete. Rust. Something you can kick.By the time I got there, the air smelled like rain and
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