All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Elena’s PovThe storm started right after dinner, and the wind rattled every window in the house until Clara begged to sleep in my room because thunder scared her. I tucked her into my bed with Mr Fluff and read three stories until her eyes closed and her breathing evened out slow. Mrs. Hale checked once and told me to keep the hallway candle lit in case the power failed because the generator sometimes lagged. I blew out my lamp to save batteries and sat on the floor beside Clara’s side of the bed, watching lightning flash white through the curtains. The next crash of thunder shook the walls, and every light in the mansion died at once, leaving us in total black.Clara stirred but did not wake, so I felt my way to the door and cracked it open to see if anyone else moved in the hall. Candles glowed faint from the staff wing, but the main house stayed dark and quiet except for the rain pounding the roof. I grabbed the emergency flashlight from my drawer and tiptoed downstairs because Mr

Gabriel's PovThe nanny blinked twice, then named a number high enough to make Mrs Hale whistle low. I nodded once. “Done,” I said, pulling my checkbook from the desk drawer. “You sign a paper saying you saw nothing and that you never speak my name or Elena’s again.”She watched me write the check, eyes growing greedy. “Make it two, and I’ll forget her face too,” she said, and I wrote the new amount without hesitation. Mrs Hale fetched the agreement form we kept for staff, and the nanny signed quickly before grabbing her purse. “Pleasure doing business,” she said, smirking as she walked out the front door, with Mrs. Hale following closely to ensure she left.I stood in the empty playroom and rubbed my neck because the silence now felt heavy. Elena came around the corner carrying fresh towels and stopped when she saw my face. “What happened?” she asked softly, setting the towels down. “Mrs Hale looked upset escorting someone out.”“The nanny saw us last night,” I said quietly. “She thr

Elena's PovI stood at the kitchen counter, slicing apples for Clara’s lunch while she sang a made-up song about a unicorn who loved peanut butter. The house smelled like cinnamon from the muffins Gabriel baked before work, and sunlight poured through the windows since we replaced all the heavy curtains with light ones a few months ago. Clara danced around my legs with Mr Fluff tucked under her arm, asking if she could have two muffins instead of one. I told her she could have one now and one after school if she finished her sandwich first. She agreed quickly and ran to the table where her backpack sat with a new drawing taped to the front.Gabriel walked in wearing his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, kissed the top of my head, and stole a slice of apple. "Morning, wife," he said, leaning against the counter while I packed Clara’s lunch. "Did you sleep okay after that late client call?"I nodded and closed the lunchbox with a click. "The museum wants three more paintings restor

Lena’s Pov I lay in Ethan's bed staring at the ceiling because sleep wouldn’t come even after he rolled over and started snoring softly. The clock glowed two fifteen and my mind kept replaying the way Noah looked at my sketchbook page earlier. Ethan had laughed it off but Noah's eyes stayed serious when he drew my hand, and I wondered if he saw more than lines on paper. I slipped out from under Ethan's arm, careful not to wake him, and pulled on his hoodie because the apartment stayed cold at night. My feet padded quietly down the hall to the kitchen for tea because chamomile always helped when thoughts raced.The light over the stove glowed low and Noah stood at the counter, pouring water into a mug. He wore sweatpants and no shirt, and his hair stuck up messy from sleep. He turned when he heard me and smiled small. "Can't sleep either," he asked softly and pushed a second mug toward me. "I started water for two just in case."I took the mug and wrapped both hands around it warm. "B

Lena's Pov I woke up to Ethan loudly packing his bag in the bedroom. The sound of the zipper closing echoed as a finality. He quickly kissed my forehead and said that his mom needed him home for his sister's baby shower. "I'll be back Sunday night," he added as he grabbed his keys. "Be good, Lena. Love you.""Love you too," I responded softly, watching him leave the apartment without breakfast. The door clicked shut behind him, and the apartment then fell silent, aside from the steady hum of the refrigerator. Noah's door remained closed, and I decided to make coffee for myself because pretending everything was normal felt necessary.He came out around ten o’clock, wearing gym shorts and a faded T-shirt. His bed hair was tousled into a cute, messy look. "Is Ethan gone?" he asked, immediately pouring himself a cup of coffee without waiting for a reply."It's a family thing," I said, stirring sugar into my own coffee slowly. "So, it’ll just be us here until Sunday."He nodded once and l