บททั้งหมดของ In Love With My Stepson: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

“Drugged!” Hazel blurts as she shifts on the bed. “Ryan?” she mumbles.He rises with a weary sigh, running a hand through his damp hair as he backs her, “…I’m not sure…” he redeems himself, he doesn’t want to worry her.Ruth…How could she do this?He trusted her… most importantly, Hazel trusted her.He sits still at the edge of the bed, back turned, body slumped forward, head bowed low. Wet strands of hair cling to his forehead as the weight of what’s just happened drags him down.‘They got her.’Hazel, seeing Ryan’s demeanor as he turned his back on her, turns away, fixating blankly on the ceiling. The effects of the drug still pulses through her veins, making her limbs feel like they’re underwater, her skin still buzzing from the sex. She can’t believe it… they succeeded in drugging her… again!Even after trusting Ryan… even after he told her to trust him. What if she is pregnant again, would it have affected the baby?After another long silence, Ryan finally stands. He moves cau

The pistol in his hand doesn’t feel alien. Instead, it feels like it’s meant to be there—always in his grip. Tight. Finger ready to pull the trigger. Yet he stares at it blankly, deep in thought. Ever since Hazel came, he had never used this to take someone’s life—only injured and let the men take care of the rest. He is trying to be a better person, at least for Hazel.Five. That’s the number of lives he’s taken with this gun to protect himself and his dad’s men. But when Hazel came into his life, that number hasn’t increased, all that his dad taught him vanished— Strike before they do. Kill first before they have a chance to kill you. He started shooting only to wound. Never targeting vital organs. Legs, shoulders. Enough to stop, never to end. Enough to say I could’ve killed you—but didn’t.Who knows? They might have died if not attended to quickly. But that’s not what matters. What matters is his intention—he never intended to kill them. Hazel changed that mindset.But because

“So…” Lennox Zephyr begins, his fingers steepled against the polished table, tapping with a rhythm too calm to be harmless. Each tap lands like a warning. “How far has my son gone in the investigation?”Donovan shifts uncomfortably in the chair across from Zephyr, Sweat beading at his temples. He has sworn his loyalty to Ryan, but in front of him is his real boss—the one who signs death warrants with a whisper.He has worked closely with Ryan, who has cooperated very well, giving him access to almost everything to help with the investigation. But because of that trust, Donovan knows a little too much—secrets he was never meant to find.His eyes drop to the laptop on his lap. His fingers hover above the lid, hesitating. Trembling.Lennox watches him with a raised brow. “Don’t tell me you fear my son… more than me?”Donovan’s head snaps up. His eyes lock with Zephyr’s—two dark pupils pulling everything in. Cold. Inhuman. Bottomless.“No, Master Zephyr…” He shakes his head slightly, “I

“Tell me, Hazel… the child you lost—was it even mine?” Lennox ask and my lips tremble as I struggle to form words. I knew this moment would come—from the very beginning That first night, when Ryan, drunk and barely conscious, dragged me into his bed… and I jumped out. I jumped because I knew. No matter how careful we were, no matter how deep we buried it, Lennox would find out at the end of the day.  Yet i let both my love and lust get better of me.  “Tell me!” he growls, making the whole room shake with the power of his voice. My eyes lock onto his dark orbs, and in it is the determination to destroy, everything. Not confusion, not betrayal, not even hurt. Just an strong Intent to kill. There’s use lying now.  It’s clear, he already knows everything.  The l

Lennox’s finger curls around the trigger, calm as ever. “Move again… he says, voice coated in threat, “and the show ends now.”He tilts his head slightly, and when their eyes lock, he smirks. “I’m sure neither of us want that.”Ryan remains frozen in his stance, breath stuck in his throat. The men seize the moment, pouncing on him—one kicks his back, knocking him to the ground, the others pile on, yanking his arms, cinching restraints so tight his joints strain.He doesn’t resist, he stands still, letting his eyes slowly drift to Hazel.“It’s okay,” Hazel mouths, nodding her head, tears trailing down her eyes.When they fully tie him up to the point he can’t move a muscle, they set him far across from Hazel, far from everyone and everything. Because anything can be a weapon.Lennox paces the space between them, His shoes echo off the floor, like a death knell. “You know,” he says, starting casual, “you’re lucky Selene killed that bastard child before I got the chance.”He turns to Ha