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SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 168
IVYThe crew member led me down a long hallway lined with heavy wooden doors. My footsteps echoed too loud on the marble floor. Every step felt like walking deeper into something I couldn’t turn back from. The air inside the villa was cool and still, but my skin felt hot, prickling with nerves. I kept telling myself I could do this. One week. Seven days. Then I would be free. Then I could go back to Noah and leave all of this behind. But when the crew member opened the door and I stepped inside, my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I almost stumbled.The room looked like a mini-library. Tall bookshelves lined every wall, filled with old leather-bound books and modern hardcovers. Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling, casting warm pools on the floor. A single high-backed chair sat in the center of the space, surrounded by lighting stands that pointed directly at it like spotlights on a stage. And there, standing beside one of the lights, checking the settings on his camera, wa
SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 167
IVYThe room Everett showed me was bigger than I expected. High ceilings, wide windows overlooking the mountains, soft lighting that made the wood floors glow warm. A king-sized bed sat against one wall, a plush armchair in the corner, and a private balcony with a view that could take anyone’s breath away. For a second it almost felt normal—like I was checking into a fancy resort instead of stepping back into the nightmare I had tried so hard to escape. But then the truth settled in my chest like cold stone. This wasn’t a vacation. This was a deal. Seven days. One week of being Everett’s model. One week of facing the past I thought I had left behind.And Cassian was here.Everett hadn’t said a word about it. He had smiled, handed me the key, and walked away like it was nothing. But the second I stepped inside and saw the camera bag on the table by the window, I knew. That bag was Cassian’s. The same one he used at the lake house. The same one that had captured every moment he stole f
SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 166
IVYThe train ride felt like a slow descent into something I couldn’t escape.Five hours of watching mountains rise and fall outside the window, five hours of cool air leaking through the cracks, five hours of my own thoughts screaming louder than the wheels on the tracks. Everett had sent the address and time two days ago. He had also wired money into my account — a “bonus” he called it, enough to make my stomach turn. It was real. He wasn’t joking. I stared at the notification for a long time before I bought the ticket. I didn’t tell Sarah. I didn’t tell Jonas. They would have screamed at me to say no, to run the other way, to stay far from Everett and anything that smelled like Cassian. But I was tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of feeling like the past was always one step behind me. If diving back into the murky water was what it took to end this once and for all, then I would dive. Even if it meant I might drown.The train pulled into the small station at the edge of t
SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 165
IVY The cafe door felt heavier than it should have when I pushed it open. My hands were already cold, even though the evening air outside wasn’t that chilly. I stepped inside and the smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries hit me, but none of it felt comforting. It felt like walking into a trap I had chosen to step into. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. I shouldn’t have come there. I knew that. I scanned the room. Everett was sitting at a corner table near the window, one leg crossed over the other, a cup of something steaming in front of him. He looked relaxed, like he had all the time in the world. When he saw me, his mouth curved into that familiar smile — the one that always made my skin crawl, like he was already imagining me in ways I didn’t want to be seen. I walked over. My legs felt unsteady. I sat down across from him. Didn’t smile back. “Hi, my sexy Ivy,” he said, voice smooth and low, like we were old friends catching up
SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 164
I came back to the motel with tears still drying on my cheeks. The park air had been cold, the bench hard, Everett’s words sharper than any knife. I wiped my face with my sleeve before I reached the door, took a deep breath, forced my expression into something that might pass for calm. Noah was waiting inside. I couldn’t let him see me like this—not shattered, not raging, not ready to break all over again. I needed to hold it together. Just for tonight. I pushed the door open. Noah was on the couch, elbows on his knees, phone in his hands. He looked up the second he heard me. His face changed instantly—worry flooding in, eyes searching mine like he could read every secret I was trying to hide. He stood. Crossed the room in two steps. “Is everything okay?” he asked, voice low and urgent. I managed a small nod. Forced a smile that felt like it might crack my lips. Then I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back immediately—tight, fierce, li
SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 163
IVYI shouldn’t have come.The thought hit me the second I stepped off the motel stairs and felt the evening air bite my cheeks. The park was only a ten-minute walk, but every step felt heavier, like my shoes were filling with wet cement. Noah was back in the room, probably already wondering why I’d rushed out with that weak excuse about Mr. Chen. I’d kissed his cheek, smiled like everything was fine, and left before he could ask more questions. I hated lying to him. I hated that I was walking toward Everett instead of staying in his arms where—for once—nothing hurt.But Everett’s message had been clear: meet him, or he’d come to the motel. He’d said “that nice guy next to you.” He knew Noah was here. He knew where I lived. He knew too much. And if he showed up at the door, if he started talking in front of Noah… I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let Everett drag Noah into this filth. So here I was, walking toward a man I despised, telling myself it would be quick, telling my
SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 10
The studio had turned into a furnace.Cassian had moved Elena and Marcus from playful newlywed sweetness to something rawer. They were on the wide leather ottoman now, Elena on her back, legs wrapped high around Marcus’s hips while he moved inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. Cassian circled
Last Updated : 2026-03-17SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 13
I woke to silence.No low voice at my door, no shadow filling the frame. Just the gray half-light of another snowstorm pressing against the windows. For one panicked second I thought he had left, taken the client and vanished, and the shame of last night would be the last memory I had of him.Then
Last Updated : 2026-03-17SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 23
The redhead left right after lunch, waving cheerfully as Cassian walked her to the door. I stayed in the kitchen, stacking plates, trying to anchor myself in something ordinary. The clatter of dishes, the smell of lemon soap, the cold water on my wrists. Normal things. Safe things.Click.The sound
Last Updated : 2026-03-18SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER Chapter 14
I trailed behind them into the house, snow still clinging to my lashes, lips tingling from the kiss he had stolen by the lake. The warmth inside hit me like a wall after the freezing air, but it did nothing to thaw the knot in my chest.Cassian and Lila were already on the long sectional in the liv
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