Semua Bab Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Sebastian’s POV Ah, the sweet taste of home. It feels like we just stepped off the plane yesterday, but it’s been two whirlwind weeks since Shelly and I returned from our honeymoon. That trip was more than just a vacation; it was a dream come true, not just for her, but for both of us. Seeing the delight in her eyes as she experienced her dreams firsthand was worth every ounce of effort. All I've ever wanted is to see her happy, and if I can make that happen, then I'd say I'm doing my job right. Life hasn’t always been so rosy for Shelly. She’s endured her share of trials, her path was carved through stormy seas even before I came into the picture. Being linked to a man with ties as deep and far-reaching as mine hasn’t exactly been a walk on the beach either. Even while we soaked up the sun in the Bahamas, my mind was never entirely at rest. Michal, my most trusted right-hand, made sure to keep me updated on the pulse of the mafia world back home. Sure, we had the reg

Sebastian’s POV "Are you ready, Shelly baby?" I gently ask her, taking her hand in mine and pressing a soft kiss onto it. I know she's feeling a whirl of nerves right now, and these small gestures of tenderness help soothe her worries, allowing her to face the world with her usual grace and strength. "Yeah, baby, I'm ready. I've got this; my big girl undies are on, and I'm raring to conquer," she responds, a confident smile gracing her features.  Her courage ignites a brighter smile on my face, and together, hand in hand, we move toward the balcony to command the audience's attention. Standing on the balcony, overlooking a sea of expectant faces, I decide a microphone is necessary to ensure my voice cuts through the chatter.  The room is filled with formidable figures, our fellow mafia members, and I need to ensure my words carry the weight of authority and clarit

Sebastian's POV: Shelly has an incredible knack for taking care of Sabrina and Michal’s sweet baby girl, little miss Aubree. With grace and tenderness, she ended up watching over the little one for several hours while Sabrina took a much-needed nap. It’s admirable, considering that Shelly herself is nearly eight months pregnant and understandably worn down. Yet, she insisted that Sabrina take some time to rest, demonstrating her selflessness and care for others. Everyone knows that when Shelly puts her foot down, there’s no arguing with her. Sabrina, familiar with Shelly's determined nature, didn’t attempt to resist. Shelly has this way about her when she makes a request, it’s done with a blend of authority and warmth that’s impossible to deny. Her fiery spirit in that tiny frame is just one of the many qualities that drew me to love her profoundly. As the hours slipped by, I could see the signs of fatigue creeping over Shelly. Her commitment to helping others so often shi

Sebastian's POV As I shifted closer, my heart swelled with pride and emotion, leaning over to brush a tender kiss upon Shelly's lips while whispering softly. “Baby girl, you did it. Our boys are here, and they're absolutely beautiful. You've brought them into the world, and I'm so proud of you,” I said, my voice trembling as tears began to well in my eyes. I don't remember the last time I cried, perhaps when my dad passed away but the sight of my sons was a moment that overwhelmed me with emotion. I've always been one to hold back my tears, presenting a stoic front to the outside world. But witnessing the birth of my first sons cracked open the dam. Spilling forth feelings I didn't even know I had. They were perfect, and Shelly had been incredible, enduring all with grace and strength. As I gazed at Shelly, I noticed with growing concern that her complexion was far too pale. Her hand, cool and lost, began to slip from my face. Horror and panic clashed within me as her ey

Sebastian's POV As I shifted closer, my heart swelled with pride and emotion, leaning over to brush a tender kiss upon Shelly's lips while whispering softly. “Baby girl, you did it. Our boys are here, and they're absolutely beautiful. You've brought them into the world, and I'm so proud of you,” I said, my voice trembling as tears began to well in my eyes. I don't remember the last time I cried, perhaps when my dad passed away but the sight of my sons was a moment that overwhelmed me with emotion. I've always been one to hold back my tears, presenting a stoic front to the outside world. But witnessing the birth of my first sons cracked open the dam. Spilling forth feelings I didn't even know I had. They were perfect, and Shelly had been incredible, enduring all with grace and strength. As I gazed at Shelly, I noticed with growing concern that her complexion was far too pale. Her hand, cool and lost, began to slip from my face. Horror and panic clashed within me as her ey