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Am I Your Chauffeur Now?
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2026-08-15 23:59:50
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My Stepsister, My Revenge A Night at the Cinema
He swallowed nervously before turning his attention back to his colleague. Forcing a smile, he tried to appear as casual as possible. Fortunately, Monica’s table was far enough away from his that she wouldn’t be able to overhear their conversation.“Emanuele!” he greeted him, getting to his feet and offering his hand. “What a coincidence!”“A good one or a bad one?” Emanuele teased, a grin spreading across his face.“Definitely a good one.”Without waiting to be invited, Emanuele pulled out the chair opposite him and took a seat. Meanwhile, Marcello remained standing for a moment, inwardly cursing his luck.“What’s with you, man? Why are you still standing? Or don’t you want me sitting with you?” Emanuele said.“Of course I do. What are you talking about?” Marcello replied quickly.His gaze instinctively drifted back to Monica, and, much to his dismay, she was still watching him with the sharp, unwavering eyes of a hawk.He couldn’t figure out what had suddenly sparked her curiosity,
My Stepsister, My Revenge The Unexpected Encounter
“What do you want?” Marcello asked coldly, his hand still resting on the open car door.“Get in the front. I’m not your personal chauffeur,” Sam muttered, his patience wearing thin.“Hmm. All right.” Marcello pretended to think it over, clearly enjoying the chance to provoke him. He closed the door and headed for the front seat.Once they were both settled in, Sam pulled away, accelerating hard as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He tried to keep his irritation from showing, but he was clearly failing.Having Marcello tag along on what was supposed to be a private evening with his girlfriend was already getting on his nerves.But what truly bothered him was the growing suspicion that Marcello might be far more important in Monica’s life than a mere bodyguard should be. He couldn’t shake this feeling, and he could only hope it was all in his head.Monica grabbed the door handle to steady herself. “Sam, slow down a little.”“Put your seat belt on,
My Stepsister, My Revenge Am I Your Chauffeur Now?
She found herself staring at Marcello for a few seconds without even realizing it, as though she needed to make sure he was still there. Then she turned her attention back to Sam. “My mother won’t agree. The police still haven’t caught the criminal who threatened me.”“Is he the only bodyguard in the country? It’s that simple. I’ll find you another bodyguard myself. Just leave it to me, and I’ll convince her.”It was true that her mother was adamant about keeping Marcello specifically as her bodyguard because he had saved Marco and been shot while defending him. And that had convinced her that he was more than capable of protecting Monica just as well.But Monica couldn’t rule out the possibility that her mother might agree to Sam’s request. Her mother never refused him anything, and the reason was well known, of course: his money.But was money more important to her than her daughter’s protection?Unfortunately, Monica couldn’t bring herself to dismiss that possibility. How could she
My Stepsister, My Revenge The Thought of Him Leaving
Sam turned to Marcello, his brows knitting together. “Monica! You really are persistent, aren’t you?”“Did you change your name?” Marcello asked, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he looked at her.But she didn’t answer. Instead, she shot him a subtle warning look, as if to tell him to stop whatever he was trying to pull.Sam let out a humorless laugh. “And now you’re making fun of me too?”Marcello kept his gaze fixed on her, deliberately ignoring him and his remark. “How’s your ankle? Is it feeling better?”She cleared her throat, glancing between the two of them. “Yes, it’s fine.”“What happened to your ankle?” Sam asked.“Is it possible that you’re her fiancé and you don’t even know she twisted her ankle yesterday? Didn’t she tell you?” Marcello taunted, his deliberately provocative tone more than enough to fuel Sam’s growing anger.He turned his attention back to her, his gaze dropping to the high heels she was wearing. “Why are you wearing heels? Didn’t I tell you not to
My Stepsister, My Revenge Stuck With Him for Life
Monica swallowed hard as she watched her mother stare at her, her face tense and anger blazing in her eyes.She must have heard everything, Monica thought, before another, far more terrifying thought crossed her mind: Marcello was as good as dead before the day was over.She cleared her throat, her fingers nervously tightening around the edge of her nightgown. She then gathered her courage and forced herself to speak.“Mom…” she said, doing her best to keep her voice steady and natural.Silvia slammed the door shut so hard that the sound echoed throughout the mansion before striding toward her in quick, furious steps.“What did you do, Monica?” she hissed through clenched teeth.“W-What did I do?” Monica stammered, casting a quick glance at her grandmother standing beside her.“How dare you do something like this?”“Calm down, Mom. It’s not what you think. Nothing happened.”“How could nothing have happened when you kissed him, you idiot?” Silvia snapped sharply.Monica’s eyes widened
My Stepsister, My Revenge Did She Hear Everything?
“Why are you getting so nervous? Did I guess right?” Alessia asked with a teasing smile.Monica quickly shook her head. “No, no, not him. It’s another man you don’t know.”“Enough, you little liar,” her grandmother said with a faint smile. “I’m sure it’s Marcello.”“How did you know?”“I saw the two of you at your birthday party, standing by the bar. I didn’t miss the way you were looking at him.”Monica stared at her for a moment before asking hesitantly, “How was I looking at him?”A warm smile spread across Alessia’s face as old memories came rushing back. “Just like I used to look at your grandfather. There’s something unmistakable about the way someone looks at the person they love. It has a certain sparkle that’s impossible to miss.” “Did you love Grandpa very much?”“Yes, I loved him very much. He was such a warm and loving man,” she replied, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. She fell silent for a moment before continuing, “But that’s not what we’re talking about right now. Don
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