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Chapter 32 - The Table
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2026-10-08 03:16:28
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Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King Chapter 59 - Mom Calling
(Lorei’s POV)I’m staring at the weekly report spreadsheet, I’ve read the same row six times and I still don’t know what it says. Vendor report. Boring columns. Boring numbers. Read the stupid column, Lorei!My head is banging. Like, actually banging. It starts behind my left eye and shoots down my neck. It’s so hot I want to rip it off and stick it in the fridge. Through the glass wall, I can see Briggs outside my door, standing there like a statue. He’s been there since Monday. I wanted to fight it, but then I remembered that just last week we were tailed. Can’t risk it.Briggs catches me looking and gives me a tiny nod.I rub my temples. Nothing. Fuck this. I’m going home.I call Elias before I can change my mind. He picks up on the first ring. “Yes?”“Hi. Um. I think I’m going to head home.”“It’s two-fifteen.”“I know. I don’t feel good. It’s just my head. And my stomach, it’s rumbling. aAnd I didn’t eat anything new. It’s just… I can’t even explain it.”He pauses. Then suddenly
Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King Chapter 58 - Two Cars Back
(Lorei’s POV)Bree is standing in my doorway with her tablet pressed to her chest and the face of someone trying to swallow a whole sentence.“Mr. Walker’s assistant called. He wants to know if you’ve eaten. He said to tell your...” Her eyes go wide. “Your bro... your... boy...”“Mr. Walker?”“Mr. Walker! Yes! Your Mr. Walker.” She’s red to the ears. “He said you’d say yes, and to ask what.”I look at my desk. There’s half a protein bar sitting on a napkin. “Tell him a salad.”“Was it a salad?”“Bree.”“Sorry! Going!”She bolts. I put my forehead on the desk and breathe into the wood. Elias and I have gotten unreasonably close. It’s so obvious that it’s no longer a rumor at the office. The staff are almost saying it to my face now. Imagine Bree, almost calling him my boyfriend. Fucking hell.But I can’t blame them, really. He kisses my forehead at 7:10 every morning like it’s an item on a list, we eat lunch together, he’s insisted on driving me to work every morning, and he won’t stop
Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King Chapter 57 - Elias Junior
(Lorei’s POV)“Wait, back up. Teo gave her a ring pop?”“A blue one.” Marisol is perched on the end of my bed with her shoes off and her feet tucked under her, holding a mug she’s stopped drinking from. “He took it out of his pocket in the kitchen, in front of the whole staff, and got down on one knee.”“Oh my god.”“Anita screamed. She dropped a tray of croissants.”“Is that a yes?”“She said ‘it’s not even a real ring,’ and he said ‘it’s a real promise,’ and she cried, and now he’s wearing the wrapper on a chain around his neck.” Marisol lowers her voice. “Briggs saw it, he pretended he didn’t. But his ears were red. I could see he was fuming.”I’m laughing so hard I have to hold the pillow over my stomach. It’s day three of Elias insisting I need to rest after the Fisher saga, and I’ve been in this bed so long I can name every crack in the ceiling. I’ve had soup, toast, crackers, three kinds of tea, and a hot water bottle someone put in my hands without a word. Everything is soft a
Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King Chapter 56 - Four Minutes
(Lorei’s POV)The four minutes are starting to seem like one hour, so I call him again. He picks, but I don’t hear anything from his end.“Elias? Elias, are you there?” Nothing. The screen says Call Ended, and the car is so quiet I can hear my own pulse in my ears. I hit his name again. It rings once and goes to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. He’s in a tunnel. He’s fine. He said four minutes.I look at the clock on the dash. 2:41.The air inside the car begins to feel thick, like somebody’s pressing a pillow on my face. I wind down the window and the smell of Marlow’s rolls in, bacon grease and burnt coffee, and my stomach turns over so hard I clap a hand over my mouth.Oh no. No, no, no. Not here.I get the door open and half fall out, and I stand with my back flat against the cold metal, the keys digging into my palm, breathing through my nose. The diner window is thirty feet away. I can see the back of a blue shirt in the last booth, shoulders bent, not moving. I look away fast.Don’
Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King Chapter 55 - Thirty Minutes
(Lorei’s POV)“Okay, but you can’t just say ‘pickle’ like it’s a personality,” Elias says, eyes on the road. “There are different types.”“There’s only one type, and it’s the type that goes on a sandwich.”“That’s three types. Dill, bread-and-butter, and the sweet gherkin.”“How do you know that?”“I read the jar.” His mouth twitches. “Marisol bought four after you said ‘the pickle.’ I wanted to know which one I was dealing with.”I laugh so hard I have to put my forehead on the cold window. It’s been two days since the roof, and we’ve been careful in a stiff, polite way, like two people carrying a full pot of soup across a room. He drives me to work. I tell him a pun. He pretends not to laugh. Last night he said “I’m doing it” out loud, standing in my doorway, about a conversation with Briggs, and I said “Thank you for telling me,” and we both stood there like it was the weirdest thing either of us had ever done. It’s working. It’s slow and awkward and it’s working. Even though we st
Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King Chapter 54 - Pour One for the Other Guy
(Fisher’s POV)It’s 11:20 in the morning and the bottle on my desk is already a third gone.Don’t look at the bottle. Look at the spreadsheet.I look at the spreadsheet. The numbers swim, so I look at the window. There’s a pigeon on the ledge, fat and gray, staring at me like I owe it money.“What are you looking at?”The pigeon leaves. Great. Even the pigeon.Someone knocks twice, and Caleb comes in without waiting, holding his tablet against his chest. He’s twenty-six, been my assistant for eight months, and he has been stuck with a boss who hasn’t gone home since Tuesday. There’s a pillow behind my office couch. He’s pretending not to see it.“Morning, Mr Fisher. Quick run-through?”“Shoot.”“The Hendricks shipment cleared customs, but the port wants the revised manifest by Friday, or they hold it again. Your father called three times.” He glances at the glass. “He wants you at the board meeting at two.”“Tell him I’m busy.”“I told him that Monday. And Tuesday.”“Then tell him aga
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