Semua Bab My Fake Sister Took Everything: Now It’s My Turn : Bab 71 - Bab 80

“Wh…who are you?” I managed to choke out, with my body trembling but he chuckled darkly. “Oh, my sweet, naive Daphne. Or lest I say… Claire?” He smirked, striding slowly toward me, circling like a predator. I moved back until my spine hit the cold wall. Before I could react further, he lunged forward, grabbing me roughly to stop my retreat. Then it hit me. My eyes widened with realization as my trembling fingers pointed at him. “Y…you’re my stalker,” I gasped, recognizing that same godforsaken hoodie and the unmistakable frame of the man who had been watching me from a distance while I worked at Café Luxe. “What do you want from me? I don’t even know you!” Panic clawed at my chest, making it harder to breathe. “Oh, honey, you don’t know me, but I know you like the back of my hand.” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, the metallic tang invading my senses. My world began to tilt as nausea crept in, forcing me to place a shaking hand over my stomach for comfort. I wouldn't l

Morning had already come by and we have returned to the Hawthorne residence. Sebastian remained skeptical about the situation and suggested getting a new apartment for Maryam and me, saying the area on its own wasn't safe but we turned down his offer. Instead, he stationed security at the front of the house, always on standby. The gesture warmed my heart because it wasn’t just about me; Sebastian genuinely cared about the people in my life as well.Despite the comfort of his concern, things still felt awkward. I hadn’t spoken about what happened the other night, and while Sebastian didn’t push, I could see the unspoken questions lingering on the tip of his tongue.The fact that I had a stalker didn’t sit right with him. He wanted to press charges and dig deeper into the case, but I refused. His anger was evident and after a little heated argument before he left for the office, he gave in, but not without a warning : “This conversation isn’t over, Daphne. I’m done with your bullshit a

Sebastian’s POVI furrowed my brows, following the direction of her trembling finger. She tried to form words, but her voice failed her. I could feel a pang of panic crawling slowly through my chest. “Him? Who?” I asked with worry. I scanned the hallway, but it was empty. There was no one there. What was she so terrified of?“Shh.” I cupped her face gently. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”Her wide, panicked eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt her relax, her body leaning into mine. I guided her to a nearby chair, holding her close until her breathing steadied.“Take me home,” she whispered, her voice hollow as she stared at the wall, unblinking.“Home? But we’re here for an appointment—”Before I could finish, she erupted, slamming her fists against my chest. “Take me home! Fucking take me home right now!”Her outburst stunned me. I had never seen her act this way—so violent, so unhinged. Something was deeply wrong. Her fear wasn’t just fear; it was terror.“Daphne, please.” I r

Daphne’s POVA few moments passed, and I tried to remain calm. A nurse entered to check my vitals, ensuring I was stabilized before escorting me to see the neurosurgeon. Dr. Williams began explaining the dos and don’ts of pregnancy and my diet plan, also giving me a guide.“Are you the father?” Dr. Williams asked, turning to Sebastian, who held my hand throughout the appointment.“No—” I started, but Sebastian cut me off.“Yes,” he said at the same time.We both froze. I stared at him with glossy eyes, and he threw a small smile my way, squeezing my hand a little tighter.“I’ll prescribe additional vitamins for her, and she needs rest,” Dr. Williams continued, glancing at me. “Stress is affecting both her and the baby.”Sebastian nodded earnestly. “I’ll make sure she’s well taken care of.”Once I was cleared, we left the hospital. I nearly tugged my hair in frustration over how many times he asked, Are you okay? on the way home.Back at the house, Ella was out for a walk with Mrs. Tee

Sebastian’s POV The dim light from my laptop bathed my tired face, my eyes already red and heavy. Lines of encrypted messages and suspicious forums on the dark web filled my screen. My jaw clenched tighter with every failed lead. A mug of cold coffee sat abandoned at my desk, the bitter scent mingling with the stale air of the room.I leaned back, exhaling sharply, my hand dragging down his face. The traffickers were meticulous, their traces buried under layers of proxies and false trails. Every click felt like a step closer, but when I thought he had something solid—another dead end.“Damn it!” I muttered, slamming my fist against the table. My laptop wobbled, and papers scattered across the desk. The anger was bubbling under my skin, not just at the monsters I was chasing, but at himself. Feeling like I could do more.Picking up my phone and about to call one of my colleagues in college who is now DSS, the sound of the door opening pulls me away. I glance over my shoulder and see