Todos los capítulos de MARRYING MY STEP-SISTER'S GROOM : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

I parted my lips to say something. To defend myself, but I knew that it would be useless—so I stopped myself. I stood numbly, saying nothing and doing nothing while she dragged me out roughly. Cuffing my wrist tightly, she pushed me towards the unkept prisoner's bathroom while throwing an inmate uniform towards me which landed luckily on my cuffed hands. “Change! You have two seconds,” she sneered in disgust. I looked down to my bound hands and I raised them before me. “My wrists are cuffed. How…how can I…?” I stammered, but she snapped, cutting my words off. “Sort it out yourself. Anything higher than two seconds, I’ll make sure you face punishment,” she hissed irritatedly. My chest burnt at her outright disrespect knowing she was doing this on purpose, but I said nothing. I pushed the door open the only way I could and I stepped inside, but not before hearing her sneer. “Young madam of the Blackwood my foot,” She ended with a small laugh. I had no idea how long I took

My entire world paused the moment that familiar voice spoke.It was followed by the loud slapping of skin, along with a male grunt.My breathing came faster, and my hands trembled.This felt like deja vu all over again back to when Xavier cheated on me.But this time was different, because Ethan was my husband, not my boyfriend.I pushed the door open with a loud bang without thinking, not caring if it shook off its hinges.But then, I paused the moment my eyes took in the sight before me.A woman knelt bent with her ass raised in the air, as a large man stood behind, pounding into her.My breathing siezed when I caught sight of the man, and my legs grew weak.His face was turned away from me, and I could see was his back.His very familiar built back.One I’ve seen countless times I’ll recognize even in my sleep.The back of the man I’ve given everything to—my husband.“Ethan!” I gasped his name out weakly, surprised that I could even form words.I watched as his movement stopped imm

I vowed, and I meant every word I said.Every single one of them.I laid back, accepting my fate, as my hands moved to my belly one last time.“I’m so sorry, my angel,” I muttered weakly.There was no need to pretend anymore, we were going to die.It was too late anyway.My vision turned hazy, blood loss finally getting to me.And right before I closed my eyes, I heard a masculine voice call out.“Hello, is someone inside,” he shouted through the smoke and broken glass.I could see his dark coat and huge body build.And the moment he sighted me, he cursed.“Oh shit!”Without thinking, I watched as his hands jammed against the broken glass window.Pieces of glass sprayed everywhere along with his blood but he seemed like he barely cared.His hands moved down, unlocking the door as he rushed towards my side.“Please…save my child,” those were the only words I could manage as I was being sucked in slowly and deeply into an endless void.He nodded frantically, his hands moving to my seat

I sucked in a deep breath as I stared at myself in the mirror.My body was clothed in a long, tight fit red dress which ran down my legs, stopping at my gold heels.My hair was styled and packed up by the stylist I hired, but looking at my face now.I looked too innocent.‘I think I like it when it's down better,” I muttered darkly, all the while fitting my hands through the band of my hair and pulling it down.The strands fell freely down my silky hair, and I pushed some behind my ear.Looking in the mirror—watching as my raven black hair framed my face, falling to my back, it gave me the look I desire.“Oh my God, who is she?”“She must be from one of these high end families,” another guest whispered.The music stopped at that moment, my feet stretched out and landed delicately on another step.My fingers trailed down the golden rails of the stairs.The camera lights clicked endlessly as a dazzling smile washed through my face.I could feel their stares burning through my flawless s

Jennifer’s loud shout of pain pierced through the now quiet air.Cameras flickered endlessly, trying to capture this beautiful moment of the young madam of the Blackwood brought down and disgraced at the event of the century.Blood dripped from the small cut littered on Jennifer’s face from the glasses as her make up was washed down by the numerous drinks that once laid in the glasses. She looked no less than a clown to the entire world.My first taste of revenge, just as beautiful as ever.I watched as she finally managed to stand up on her two feet.The waitress had disappeared, running away for her life a while ago after the incident.Jennifer’s face flamed in embarrassment, and she tried to hide through anger as she barked.“You fell me, how dare you?” She yelled at Visanchi, completely losing her composure.But the woman could not be intimated—I’d taught her that.She just rolled her eyes, her hands moving before her nose to fan the air in disgust, while pointing at Jennifer to