All Chapters of My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

PIETROEverything was unfolding just as it should. Like a damn symphony, finally playing on beat. The way my mind worked was insane. You know, most people think that Mama was the one in charge here, that she was the smart one, but they had no idea how much knowledge she drew out of me.I always covered my lost grounds. I never made mistakes. Unlike most divine people like me, I could act. I’d been doing it for more than fifteen years now, acting every fucking day, and perfecting the character I’d brought to life. Pietro was the sweet, calm guy, drawing to the sidelines when it was necessary to let his golden brother, Salvatore, shine. It had always been that way.I brought Salvatore to this point he was in today. Of course, people wouldn’t understand even if I explained to them, but I knew exactly what I was saying. I’d killed, pushed off, and broken people just to give Salvatore this glory he had around him today, and the least he could do was pay back the family. I stood by the win

PIETROShit! Shit! Shit!!! He fucking remembered. The thought scraped at the inside of my skull as I paced the garden like a caged dog. Mama sat stiffly on the bench near the olive tree, wringing her hands. She looked small, almost pale, like she hadn’t slept in weeks.But I didn’t care about that right now. Salvatore had remembered. That was the only thing on my mind. That little shit had remembered.“He wasn’t supposed to,” I said, more to myself than her. “He wasn’t fucking supposed to.”Mama didn’t answer. The wind rustled the vines on the garden wall. Distant sounds of the staff clinking dishes from lunch filtered through the air, but here, in this twisted corner of paradise, it felt like the calm before a storm. And it was a storm. One that I’d spent years preparing for, and now, it was slipping through my fingers.I turned to her. “You said he wouldn’t. You said it was impossible.”She looked up finally. Her mouth was trembling. “He wasn’t meant to, Pietro. I thought we had en

SALVATOREI was losing my fucking mind. Any moment now and I’d completely lose it. I couldn’t stop moving back and forth across the same stretch of hallway as my mind screamed loud enough to drown out the quiet. How did everything go so wrong so quickly? Every time I reached the end of the corridor, I turned and went back the other way, flexing my hands at my sides. This couldn’t be happening. The things Pietro said I’d done. Terrible, stupid things.Could I have done those things? No. How could I bring women around in the presence of Miguel and… no, I would never do that. But then, why did it feel like there were gaps in my mind, shadows I couldn’t shine a light into? How could I forget the only person I'd ever loved?The air in my chest felt heavy, and I turned toward the study. Maybe I’d call Pietro and demand the truth, or ask if they’d found anything yet. Maybe I’d finally get some answers. But even before I got to the study, there was a sound.It was faint and muffled, comin

LUCAI hated myself more. I hated how stupid I’d been. I was too busy investigating strangers to see that my interest was right under my nose.I parked far away from the entrance to the forest. The path into the forest felt longer than it had ever been. My boots sank into damp soil with each step. The air was heavy with the smell of moss and earth, and somewhere above, the last thin streaks of daylight were being swallowed by the dark. My face was stinging from the wind and from the tears I hadn’t been able to stop since I’d left the house. I’d tried wiping them away, but more always came. My throat burned from the sobs that had clawed their way out of me during the walk, and my eyes ached.I’d go back to Matteo tonight. I know that he missed me so much.I kept picturing Matteo’s smile in flashes. I could almost see his hand in mine by the pool. The way he’d look at me like the world wasn’t such a cruel place after all. I had buried those memories for too long, but tonight, they fe

SALVATORE It was late when we finally got back to Paul’s place, the kind of late where the air feels heavy and the streets are emptied like the city itself has gone to sleep. I was in shock and denial. I didn't even want to think about what Miguel was feeling.I hated that I couldn’t offer much consolation to him because I also needed some. I’d just lost the woman who took me in and made me the man I turned out to be, and the brother who was always there for me. They deserved it, but it hurt! It hurt more than the first time I took a shot to the stomach and Marco had to disinfect it.Miguel was walking close beside me, but he hadn’t said much since we left the hospital. His hands were getting cold in mine.The door opened before I could even knock twice. Paul stood there, not in pyjamas like you’d expect at this hour, but fully dressed in a loose shirt and jeans. Oh, he hadn’t even changed out of the clothes we left him in. He didn’t look at me. His attention went straight to Miguel.