All Chapters of In love with my step father in law : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: Shattered FacadesThe rain lashed against the windows of the penthouse, drowning the city in a haze of grey and gloom. Isla stood by the floor-length glass pane, arms crossed, her reflection a blur beside the sprawling skyline. Christopher's absence gnawed at her nerves—he had left abruptly, citing a business emergency, but she knew better. He was hiding something. Again.She turned her gaze inward, back to the study table where her mother’s old letters lay spread out. Pages yellowed by time, ink slightly faded, but the emotions screamed loud and clear. Each word penned in careful cursive, a record of a passion buried in shadows. Victor Kane. The name pulsed like a curse."I never stopped loving him, Isla. He was my secret, my salvation and my sin..."Her mother’s words painted a truth Isla wasn’t ready to face, a history steeped in betrayal and heartbreak. It wasn’t just about Victor’s cruelty or manipulation. There had been love once. Real, desperate love. The revelation

Chapter 43: The Man Behind the MaskThe city was a different creature at night—glittering glass teeth, neon veins pulsing with life, hiding rot beneath the beauty. Isla stood by the floor-length window of Ethan’s apartment, watching the streets below with eyes that no longer held innocence.The truth from the estate hadn’t faded. If anything, it had sharpened with time. Her mother’s secret had changed everything.She had thought Victor Kane was simply cruel—a monster in love with control. But now she saw the full mosaic. He had been betrayed. Her mother’s child might not have been his. And Isla? She wasn’t even sure where she belonged in the twisted branches of her family tree anymore.A low hum of jazz played from the speaker in the corner. Ethan emerged from the kitchen, setting a glass of wine beside her. His eyes lingered on her face, studying the hard lines that had replaced softness.“Your hands are shaking,” he murmured.She didn’t look at him. “They haven’t stopped since we go

Chapter 45: The Echo of Hidden TruthsIsla stood in the middle of her mother’s old room, a strange scent of aged perfume and forgotten memories clinging to the walls. She hadn’t noticed the way the wooden floor creaked beneath her weight before, but now, each groan of the house sounded like a voice trying to speak to her from the past. The letters, the documents, the photograph of Victor Kane with her mother—it was all too much to ignore.She unfolded another note she had found tucked in the lining of her mother’s jewelry box. This one was different. No date. No greeting. Just words, scrawled in trembling handwriting:“You never stop loving the devil who made you feel alive. I’m sorry.”Isla’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded.Her mother wasn’t just afraid of Victor Kane—she had loved him. Or something close to it. Maybe it wasn’t love in the traditional sense. Maybe it was obsession. Desperation. An addiction to a man as dangerous as he was magnetic.“Why didn’t you ever tell me, Mu

Chapter 47: A Scar Beneath the SurfaceThe mark.Isla couldn’t sleep—not after seeing it carved into Christopher’s chest. It wasn’t just a scar. It was a message. A warning. A prophecy of pain. And now that she had seen it, something in her shifted. Something raw and ancient began to wake beneath her skin.She sat at her mother’s old desk, surrounded by the scattered remnants of her past—half-burned letters, cracked photo frames, receipts from another life. Everything had a story, and none of it felt real anymore. The woman she thought her mother was had been carefully edited. Protected. Wrapped in silk and silence. But underneath that quiet elegance had been a woman running, bleeding, terrified.Victor had stolen more than years—he had stolen her identity, her choices, her freedom.Isla ran her fingers over the edge of a dusty notebook, one her mother used to carry when they’d travel. Inside it were fragments—poems, sketches, pressed flowers. But near the back, hastily written in a d

Chapter 49: The Red RoomThe air turned metallic the moment the lights flickered out.Isla’s breath caught as the hallway swallowed her in darkness. For a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of old wiring, like the heartbeat of the Nest itself. She called out for Ethan.No answer.She moved, hand gliding along the cold stone wall, pulse racing with every step. Then a sharp click echoed behind her. She turned quickly.Nothing.Her phone buzzed—just once—before the screen cracked and died in her hand. The last thing she saw was a single message.“RUN.”But she didn’t run. Not yet.She wasn’t the same girl who had run from the truth. Not the same girl who once thought pain was weakness. Now, pain was proof—of love, of loss, of a past that refused to stay buried.She moved toward the back of the house where they had stored the remaining files and weapons. As she passed one of the metal doors, she noticed something that hadn’t been there before.A red glow beneath it.Victor had activ