All Chapters of Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

Shelly’s POV “Dad, you're supposed to be on my side here. I thought I was the princess you're supposed to listen to and have my back here.” Shelly protested, her voice a melodious blend of frustration and playfulness. Her eyes, wide and sparkling, bore into Sebastian’s with expectation, while her lower lip jutted out in that familiar pout that almost always won her whatever she desired. Sebastian couldn't suppress the chuckle that bubbled up from within him, filling the room with warmth. The sound was rich and contagious, turning even the stoniest of hearts to mush. “Oh, Athena,” he managed to say through the laughter. “You really are something else. Some days it's a blessing having such a spoiled princess at home, but on days like today, I think it's more like a curse,” he teased, ruffling her hair affectionately. Once he calmed his chuckling, Sebastian gathered his thoughts, looking at her with the kind of tenderness only a father could possess. “Listen, sweetheart. Y

Sebastian’s POV After my conversation with Shelly, I realized it was time to have a chat with the boys, so I decided to call Carter and Abel to the office. Picking up the phone, I dialed Carter's number. He answered almost instantly. "Hey, Dad, what's up?" "I need you and Abel to come to my office for a minute. There are a few things we need to discuss." "Sure, no worries. We'll be there in a minute; we're just down in the kitchen." With that, I hung up the phone and settled in, waiting for their arrival. A few moments later, I heard a light knock on the door. The boys walked in, taking their usual seats in front of my desk. "What's up, Dad?" they both chimed in unison, a testament to their twin bond. They often complete each other’s sentences or speak at the same time, making it clear how in sync they are. "Well, boys," I started, leaning back in my chair, "your mom came to me with some concerns. She's been hearing about your behavior at school, and we all need to talk

Sebastian’s POV “Hey Sebastian, how did the assembly of the guns go with the boys? Do you think they're ready for the real thing?” Garret asks as soon as we come into view of the shooting range. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the targets in the distance, creating a sense of anticipation. “Yeah, I believe they're ready,” I reply confidently. “They're fast learners, just like their mother was in her prime years. It’s in their blood. They both have a natural knack for it, and I’m sure they’ll do great.” I glance at Abel and Carter, standing with an eager energy that’s almost palpable. They’ve been working hard, absorbing every bit of knowledge with enthusiasm and determination. Garret nods approvingly. “Alright, Abel, Carter,” he calls out, his voice firm yet encouraging, “do you think you're ready to fire a few rounds at the targets over there?” He points to the designated area, where crisp paper targets hang, waiting patiently. “Yes, Sir,” they both re

Shelly's POV Every time I promise to keep Abel's secrets, I genuinely believe I can maintain that trust. But now, realizing this particular secret is proving to be wrong. Yes, I know I assured Abel I'd keep his budding relationship with Audrey just between the two of us, but the truth is clawing at me horribly. I can feel the inner turmoil of a mother's conscience tangled with the delight of being right, and my moral compass wavers under the influence of both. I can't shake the feeling of guilt sprouting from the thought of breaking his trust. Does this make me a horrible mother? Perhaps, but beyond my dilemma lies another aspect I can't ignore. I need to tell Sebastian. It's not just about sharing our son's news, but it's also the irresistible urge to revel a bit in my accuracy. You see, I pride myself on my knack for reading people, a silent talent that is rarely acknowledged but often vindicated. There's a certain thrill in proving a theory correct, especially on