Semua Bab My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: Bab 111 - Bab 120

MIGUELI woke with a groan. My head was pounding and my mouth was dry as a desert. My body was slumped awkwardly in the chair, my wrists aching where the ropes cut into them. I couldn’t see much.My side throbbed where the old wound had torn open again. I was probably going to get an infection. The bandage was stiff, and I could feel the blood dried against my skin, pulling uncomfortably when I shifted.I was hungry as fuck. The hunger made my thoughts slow like I was wading through sludge.I tugged against the ropes, testing them again. They didn’t budge.Then the door creaked.I went still, thinking it was Emily. A figure stepped in, his shadow stretched long by the hallway light behind him.No, this wasn’t Emily.It was the guy from the street. The one who had knocked me out. I had no evidence to show because I’d only seen a part of his eyes, but I knew it was him.He looked younger than I thought he would be. He should have been in his mid-twenties, maybe. Lean. Worn down, like s

MIGUELDerek wanted us to first make the call. He insisted on it.“Just cut these binds first,” I rasped. “Sal will get you the money, and that’s it. You will walk away a free man. You don’t owe Emily anything.”Derek shifted, caught between panic and greed. The whites of his eyes were visible even in the dimness. But before he could say a word, the door exploded open.The metallic screech echoed off the walls as two figures stormed inside. Salvatore’s voice cut through the room like an unrestrained chainsaw.“Miguel!”He sprinted to me, his mouth tight with fear and rage. John went for Derek in a single motion, slamming him back against the wall, and pressing a gun to his temple.“Don’t move,” he growled into Derek’s face.The phone clattered to the floor immediately.“Sal!” My voice cracked from strain and relief. Tears burned in my eyes as he dropped in front of me, his hands trembling as he fumbled for his knife. He sliced through the ropes quickly. The knots fell away, and I co

MIGUEL“Sal, I’m finally getting discharged!” I shouted, grinning so wide that my cheeks ached. The hospital room felt less like a prison and more like a finish line as I bounced on the bed, barely able to sit still.I’d spent five agonizing days here. Every time I raised a complaint about being caged, the doctor would tell me that it wasn’t her fault that we couldn’t take care of an injury. She didn’t fail to roast Salvatore and I loved it. And now, as I jubilated, I was reminded of her warning not to work up the stitching again. I settled down immediately. Salvatore leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His smile was lazy but proud. “About time, baby. I thought I’d have to bribe the doc to get you out.”The door swung open, and Dr. Carter stepped in. She was sharp-eyed but kind and her gray-streaked hair was pulled into a bun that made her look both maternal and unyielding. “We kept you this long to make sure that wound healed right,” she said, shooting Salvatore a point

MIGUELThe resort’s glow fell away behind us like a dream we were waking from. Salvatore drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting warmly on my thigh. I stared down at the beautiful ring on my finger, smiling at the etched wave pattern catching the moonlight. It almost felt unreal. It felt like a promise.My chest was still full, my skin still tingling from the night he gave me. After everything I’d been through, it felt like I could finally breathe again.We turned onto the long driveway of the mansion, and my stomach dropped as I saw that the rooms were lit from within. I straightened up. “Why are the lights on?” I asked, a little suspicious.Sal smirked and cut the engine, then stepped out. “Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand. “Trust me.”Inside, I froze. The front sitting room was glowing.Petals covered the floor and balloons floated in bunches along the ceiling, with delicate white and silver orbs bobbing above our heads. Scented candles were arranged on the side

MIGUELI woke to the soft rustle of sheets and instinctively reached for Salvatore. But the bed was empty, and the warmth of his body was already fading. Why did he always leave me before daylight like a cheating husband? Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. I stretched and smiled to myself, remembering how the previous day had gone, and how beautiful the week was already looking. I figured that Salvatore was downstairs brewing coffee or maybe flipping pancakes like he sometimes did. But just as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, a small movement caught my eye through the glass doors leading to the balcony.Salvatore?Curiosity stirred in my chest. I stood and padded across the cool floor, barefoot and still warm from sleep, then gently pushed the door open.Salvatore was there, leaning against the railing, lost in thoughts. The sky behind him was stained with the soft blues and oranges of dawn, and the ocean shimmered in the d