All Chapters of My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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A surprise

MIGUELSalvatore leaned over to kiss my cheek but I barely felt it. His hand moved behind me to cup my ass. There was a naughty smile on his face that instantly vanished when he looked at me.“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. “You look a little off.”I gave a small shrug. “Just tired. It’s been a long day. Let’s go home.”He tilted his head slightly. “Do you want us to stop somewhere for you to eat?”“No,” I said, a little too fast. “You know what? Baby, drop me off at the university. I’ve got something I need to do, and I don’t want to miss it.”He watched me for a second longer, then nodded and turned for his keys without a word.The drive was quiet. His fingers grazed my knee once, then settled there like always. The familiar warmth of it used to relax me. But now, it just made me feel guilty for what I was about to do. I was the one who said that Salvatore should let go of anything keeping him back. I was the same person digging. When he pulled up at the university gate, he leane

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

A riddle?

MIGUELWhen we got to the house, it was like I was walking on eggshells. My stomach was tight with nerves and every little sound felt sharper than it should. I scooped up Leo from the couch with one arm and lifted Isabella carefully with the other, trying to keep my smile as normal as possible. Salvatore opened his mouth to say something but I cut in before he could.“I want us to have some family time before dinner,” I said lightly, already heading toward the stairs with the kids tangled around me.Salvatore raised an eyebrow and followed us up quietly. I could feel him watching me. When we got to the room, I set the kids down gently, and as I turned to shut the door, Salvatore pulled me back against him.His arms wrapped around me. His breath touched the side of my neck.“You’re acting weird,” he murmured. “Like you’re high on stress or something.”I let out a small laugh but it didn’t sound very convincing. “I’m just tired.”“I’ll help you relax,” he whispered, kissing just under

Last Updated : 2025-07-15

A perfect night

MIGUEL“Baby.” Salvatore’s voice was low against my ear. “Wake up, baby.”I blinked open slowly, my eyes still cloudy with sleep. His face was the first thing I saw in the faint light. He was soft-eyed, already smiling, while brushing my jaw with his fingers gently.“Come,” he murmured again.I blinked a few more times, trying to register the moment. My arms were tangled in Leo’s little limbs, and Isabella’s hand was curled against my chest, her baby breath puffing softly against my skin. I pressed a soft kiss to the top of her curly head and gently peeled myself out from between them, moving slowly so I didn’t wake either of them.Salvatore stood at the door waiting. He looked calm, glowing even, with a kind of quiet pride painted across his face. I followed him barefoot into the hallway. I was too tired to ask questions and too curious not to.He led me into the guest room. I stopped at the door and blinked. The room looked like something out of a dream.What the hell?The lights w

Last Updated : 2025-07-16

I needed this

SALVATOREThis was my plan all day. I just wanted him relaxed, safe, and finally getting something that was more than a night of sleep. It was even less than a night now with the kids. Planning this was the easiest part. Since we hadn’t visited the guest room for some time, all I had to do was plan everything during the day, while patiently waiting for him to catch some sleep before midnight. “I love you, Miguel.”His eyes were like stars twinkling in the dark. “I love you too, Sal. More than you think.”I leaned down and kissed him, catching the soft breath he let out and holding it between our mouths. His lips moved beneath mine like he was melting into the kiss, like he needed it. Maybe he did. I could feel the tension that still lingered somewhere beneath his skin, humming low, and I didn’t want to let it fester. Not tonight.I moved my hand throughout his stomach, finding him warm and twitching beneath my palm. He gasped into my mouth when I gripped his cock, not tightly but ju

Last Updated : 2025-07-17

The pieces fitting in

SALVATOREI knocked gently on Mama’s door, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake anyone else.“Come in,” she called softly.When I stepped inside, she was by the window, sifting through a pile of papers on her lap, her reading glasses sliding down her nose. The shawl around her shoulders was wrapped tightly and her eyes looked heavier than usual. I hadn’t checked on her the previous night because I knew that she needed enough rest. “You’re working again?” I said like it wasn’t obvious enough.She smiled as I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Just trying to make sense of some things,” she said. “And thank you for checking. I’m all right.”I didn’t believe that. She looked like someone who hadn’t truly rested in days. I sat across from her and let myself study her for a moment, noticing the way she blinked slower than usual.“How are the children?” She folded one of the receipts and placed it to the side. “And Miguel?”“They’re asleep,” I said. “He wore himself out yesterday. The ki

Last Updated : 2025-07-18

How do I propose?

SALVATOREOn the drive to the new house, I had the windows rolled down, letting in the quiet morning air and the sound of distant birds. My mind kept flickering between thoughts of Miguel, of Leo who would probably be dozing on the couch, and of Isabella tangled with Leo. That was their only job: to sleep. It would change so fast soon as the house was completed and we moved away from Mama.They would attend school—I’d make sure they had a personal driver and security—and register Leo for karate classes. Maybe a football club, too. Or basketball? Leo would have to pick. He loved sports, but I wasn’t too sure which one he’d prefer.One thing I knew was that he enjoyed anything that kept him running everywhere. By the time the house came into view, I could already see the workers moving like a colony of ants, carrying slabs of tile, paint buckets, panels, and rolled-up carpet. I parked just past the front hedge and stepped out.“Buongiorno, signore!” someone called.I nodded and walked

Last Updated : 2025-07-19

Isabella's first word

MIGUELAfter classes, I tried going to see Paul, but he had already clocked out for the day. Since I didn’t want to bother Salvatore, I called a taxi to take me home.The ride back was slow. The traffic was thick but I didn’t really mind. I stared out the window the whole time, thinking about nothing and everything: school, Salvatore, the kids, our house that was almost ready, and the strange weight that had been sitting in my chest all week.Things were going too smoothly lately, it was almost scary. First, Salvatore didn’t want to chase Matteo’s ghost again, and now we were moving to a place of our own.By the time I got back to the compound, the sun had dipped low and golden, stretching long shadows across the grass.I stepped out of the taxi and heard the laughter before I even closed the door.Out in the backyard, Leo was running around, trying to kick a ball while Pietro chased after him dramatically. Luca stood in goal with his shirt half off and hair a sweaty mess. Leo’s chee

Last Updated : 2025-07-20

We plan to name him Pietro

MIGUELMy head was pounding. This was worse than the thumps that echoed from my brain to my ears whenever Pietro and Luca decided to stoop low to Leo’s age.I rolled to the side of the bed with a groan, barely able to open my eyes. The light coming through the curtains felt like knives behind my lids. I could hear faint voices downstairs. It was a pounding mixture of laughter, clinking dishes, Pietro’s booming voice teasing someone, and the tiny giggles that could only belong to Leo and Isabella. They were having breakfast.I wish I could move.When I finally managed to sit up, it felt like someone had filled my skull with cotton and lit a fire behind my eyes. I dragged myself into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. I looked like I hadn’t slept in weeks. My eyes were bloodshot. My skin was pale and my lips cracked. I looked like a fucking mess. I splashed cold water on my face but it did nothing.I held the bannister for support and went down the stairs, battling through moving

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

What's going on?

MIGUELPaul sighed and dropped himself back onto the edge of the bed like he had just accepted defeat. Maybe he had. “You really don’t let things rest, do you?” he sighed.I didn’t even answer. I was already leaning forward, fixing my eyes to his phone as he unlocked it and swiped through his files. My stomach felt hollow. There was a slow throb building behind my eyes as I braced myself.“There,” he said, tapping the screen. “Watch.”The video started with a bit of fumbling. All I could see was black sky, and hear the crunch of dry leaves under his shoes as the shaky camera swayed with each step. The headlights of a car came into view. It rolled up to a small house. I squinted as someone stepped out of the vehicle. It was Luca.He stepped out of the car and shut the door gently. He looked around cautiously then walked up to the door and knocked once.A few seconds passed before the door creaked open.A boy stepped out. He was light-skinned and had healthy ginger hair. He was wearin

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Pieces falling in place

SALVATOREThe kids were finally asleep.I waited a few minutes longer just to be sure. I watched the slow, even rise and fall of their tiny chests from the hallway. Once Leo let out a soft snore and Isabella rolled into the crook of her arm with a sigh, I turned and crept downstairs.The house felt different at night. Not in a bad way though. It was just… quieter, older. It was almost like it could remember everything we’d said and done inside it.I didn’t bother turning on the overhead lights in the kitchen. The warm amber from the stove light was enough. I moved straight to the small pot on the back burner and lifted the lid. The smell of ginger and lemon curled up from the steam. I’d made it earlier and left it warming, just in case Miguel woke up coughing again.I poured it slowly into a mug and carried it carefully. I didn’t want to wake the kids on my way back up. My feet barely made a sound on the stairs as I moved, step by step, past the dark portraits and old shadows that ha

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

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