In Love With My Stepson のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

My heart seizes in my chest as I jolt upright, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat. My breath comes fast and uneven, my pulse pounding so violently it drowns out every other sound.My fingers clutch at the sheets, trembling, desperate for something—anything—to ground me. But the suffocating weight of fear refuses to ease. Too many emotions, terror, pain, confusion—they all crash over me at once, drowning me in their ruthless grip.It takes a moment of wild, darting eyes for me to finally realize where I am.Lennox’s room.‘When… how… did I get here?’A sharp, blinding pain pierces my skull, and in a cruel instant, memories flood back, as I remember the last thing that happened before I suddenly found myself Torture.I was screaming. Begging. For hours—endless hours—trapped in agony. The torment never stopped. Again and again, it tore through me, until my body decided to pity me and fall into unconsciousness.And now… now I’m here.Just thinking about it, a fresh wave of pain pulses t

“She killed herself,” Ryan says.I stare at him, at a complete loss for words.We’re outside on a cushioned sofa by the pool, choosing to stay in the open where no one would suspect anything. I take a slow, steady breath, letting it all sink in.Today, I realize just how strong Ryan is, he’s so much more than strong. I can’t even imagine it, my heart aches for him deeply—he watched his own mother take her life, at such a young age. I don’t even want to begin to imagine how such a small mind and heart could process all that—or even try to understand.The fact that he still remembers everything in detail… is heart-wrenching. It must have been so traumatizing for him— a nightmare that never truly left him.“I… I am so sorry—” I start hesitantly.“Shhh.” He cuts me off gently. “It’s not your fault… it’s my dad’s. Besides, it’s in the past. It made me who I am today.”I nod, allowing silence to settle between us. The weight of the moment lingers, heavy and unspoken. I want to ask more qu

Lennox really pushed me to my limit last night. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d keep going until I passed out. And for some reason, I didn’t.So he went on and on until he finally climaxed—something I had started to think was impossible. By then, I was already long gone, my body nothing more than a lifeless, fuck doll.I have no idea when I drifted into darkness, but I am more than happy to wake up to Lennox not by my side or even in his room.My gaze flicks around the room, searching for the time. It lands on the alarm clock on the nightstand.‘10:30 AM’“He must have left earlier,” I mumble, my voi voice dlow and dry with exhaustionI hope he doesn’t come back todayEvery muscle in my body feels weak, sore, completely worn out.I’m naked, draped in the thick sheets. I peel them off my body, exposing myself to the cool air and my eyes. I’m showered in hickeys, littering my arms and shoulders—I’m sure there are more on my neck. My hands instinctively reach up to my neck, rubbing

~HAZEL~After mutual understanding, Ryan finally leaves me, letting me be. I make my way to the backyard, letting the crisp evening air sweep over me. It cools my head, calming my banging head filled with overbearing thoughts.Just when I proceed to get comfortable, settling into one of the armchairs, a maid walks in.“Ma’am, Master Zephyr is seeking you. He requests that you come to his room.”A sigh slips through my lips.Standing in front of his room, I notice the door is slightly ajar—he’s expecting me.I push it open, and there he is, casually sitting on the loveseat sofa, legs spread out, white shirt unbuttoned to the middle sleeves rolled up, his once always perfectly styled hair messy— the aftermath of him drinking with rafa.He stands as I walk in and strides toward me, both his hands reaching for my face. He holds either side, leans in, and captures my lips in his Before I can react.The sharp taste of whiskey invades my senses as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding in.

Everything is somewhat going well so far. I’m starting to adjust to my new life—married to a ruthless mafia don, having an affair with his 19-year-old son, pregnant with his son’s child while still moaning in the sheets of both their beds.“Aunty Hazel! Aunty Hazel!” Melody cheers, running toward me as soon as she gets back from school.“Hi, Melody!” I crouch down, spreading my arms for a hug. She jumps into them, and I scoops her up, twirling her as she giggles. Her tiny hands grab at my hair, tugging playfully, and I feign a gasp.“Melody, are you trying to steal my hair?” I tease, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.She squeals, her wide eyes shining with mischief. I finally let her down, and she instantly takes off running into the living room.The more time I spend with little Melody, the more I imagine how my life will be with my own child. Yesterday, we had an ultrasound, and the doctor said it would be a boy.Lennox was the happiest I’ve ever seen him. When I told Ryan, he was