Todos os capítulos de Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Cecelia’s POV The intricate plan I had meticulously crafted is rapidly unraveling into a chaotic mess. Initially, I believed I could effortlessly reclaim Sebastian's affections, just as I had done in our younger days. However, I completely underestimated the depth of his devotion to his wife, Shelly. Although I managed to get him inebriated enough for a reckless night together, turning this indiscretion into a believable pregnancy was an entirely different challenge. You see, the situation is even more convoluted. I was already aware of my pregnancy before I turned up at Sebastian's doorstep. The true father of my child is someone my father would utterly disapprove of, possibly to the point of cutting me off entirely. My father never harbored any fondness for Sebastian back when we were in school. He dismissively regarded Sebastian as inconsequential and lacking any real future prospects. Dad was acutely aware of Sebastian's family background, particularly the fact tha

Shelly’s POV "I know we've talked about this a lot over the past few days, Shelly," Sabina starts, her voice emphatic yet tinged with playfulness. She gives me a cheeky smile, leaning back in her chair with a knowing gleam in her eye. "And I know you've mentioned your intention to forgive Sebastian if he can prove the baby's not his. But honestly, I was hoping you'd make him beg for your forgiveness a little. I mean, I'm glad you're open to forgiving him, truly. But don't let him off the hook too easily. Make him work for your forgiveness, baby girl. You deserve that much, you know." Reading the determination in her eyes, a small smile touches my lips. Yes, it’s true—I do plan to forgive Sebastian eventually. Love doesn't just fade because of mistakes, and let's face it, I can't imagine my life without him. These past few days have been sheer torture for me, and I'm certain they've been no picnic for him either. Yet, in a way, I'm alright with it because it was necessa

Shelly’s POV As soon as I released Sebastian from the shackles, I knew I was in for it. But in a good way because when Sebastian wrapped his arms around me I knew I was in for a ride of my life. He gave me a passionate kiss and then he whispered, “It's my turn, baby girl and you have been in one hell of a bad girl.” What Sebastian said made me physically shiver and joy because I knew exactly what was to come. I could tell Sebastian was more than ready and turned on his member, pressing into my belly button, making me moan out loud. Sebastian picks me up, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. He puts his hands around my ass and walks over to the bed, laying me down gently on the cool. A shiver runs through my body because of the coldness, but soon as it is forgotten. When Sebastian kisses me again, I automatically feel the wetness between my legs. Kissing me from my lips to my neck he knows all the sweet spots and he knows exactly how to turn me on he, he’s no do

Sebastian’s POV The moment Shelly let me back into her life was one that I'll cherish forever. It's as if a weight has been lifted off me, and the intoxicating feeling of waking up next to her warmth, tangled in the sheets and wrapped all around me, feels like an incredible privilege. I might have the intimidating aura of a mafia boss, with a reputation that precedes me far and wide, but Shelly has always been the one person who can bring me to my knees. It's humbling, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. Reflecting on my past actions, I realize how fortunate I am that she was willing to forgive me. The mistake I made cost me her trust for a while, and it pains me to consider how much I hurt her. I understand her anger was warranted, and in retrospect, it served as a wake-up call a lesson I desperately needed. The promise I made to myself, to never inflict that kind of hurt on Shelly again, is one I am fiercely committed to keeping. As I watch her now, mixing cake batter

Shelly’s POV “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” Carter and Abel's delightful voices ring out as they gleefully trail behind Sebastian into the bedroom. I sit up, and a broad smile spreads across my face, instantly charmed by their sweetness. Their cheerful energy fills the room, a perfect morning wake-up call. Carter and Abel both leap onto the bed, their little bodies tumbling into me with happy hugs. Their innocence is heartwarming, their enthusiasm for a day whose significance they barely grasp. Yet, the sheer love they embody at just one year old is beyond measure a constant source of amazement and joy. As their tiny arms finally release me from their loving grip, I notice Sebastian carrying a tray brimming with breakfast delights. "Okay, boys," he gently instructs, "it's time to get down so Mommy can enjoy her breakfast in bed." His voice is a playful mix of authority and warmth. The twins look at him, puzzled by the idea of leaving. It’s only when Sebastian gives the