All Chapters of In love with my step father in law : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

---Chapter 41 – Fragments of the PastThe house was quiet, too quiet.Isla stood in the hallway of the manor, her hand resting on the banister that had once seemed too grand for her small palms as a child. Dust clung to the edges of the floorboards, and the scent of old paper and forgotten memories lingered in the air. Something had shifted inside her since uncovering the letters. They hadn't just been correspondence between old lovers—they were pieces of her mother’s soul, carefully folded and hidden.Now, she couldn’t stop seeing her mother’s face in a different light. Not just as the woman who’d raised her, but as a woman who had once loved deeply, desperately, and perhaps... recklessly.Victor Kane.That name, once a ghost Isla avoided, had become an obsession. The letters spoke of him not just as a man, but as a tempest. A savior, a destroyer. And something inside her ached at the familiarity in his words—how easily they echoed the ones whispered to her in the dark by Christophe

Chapter 43 – Fractured ReflectionsThe clock ticked in the background, the only sound in the room as Isla stared at her reflection in the mirror. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a shadow across her face, highlighting the lines of weariness that had begun to settle in. She had always been so careful, so controlled. But now, the pieces of her life, of who she was, were splintering.Victor’s letter. Christopher’s distance. Her own conflicted heart. It felt like the whole world was unraveling, and she was trapped in the middle of it, unable to break free.She traced her fingers over the cold glass, as if seeking some comfort from the woman she had been. But there was no comfort to be found in that reflection. The woman staring back at her wasn’t the one she had once known. She didn’t recognize the way her eyes had lost their light, the way the corners of her lips turned downward with each passing day.Her mother’s words rang in her head: “You cannot hide from yourself, Isla.”The

Chapter 45 — Her ShadowsVictor didn’t sit. He leaned against the potting table, eyes on the wilting petals of the orchid he’d trimmed minutes ago. It felt like time had stopped moving in this room. The rain outside kept falling, but neither of them could hear it now.Isla waited. Not because she was patient—she wasn’t—but because she needed to hear the truth fall from his lips. Not written. Not hinted. Just spoken, like a confession he’d owed her all along.“I met Elena when she was nineteen,” Victor finally said, voice low, worn thin with memory. “Your grandfather hired me for private security work. She hated me on sight.”Isla folded her arms. “That doesn’t surprise me.”Victor gave a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “She called me arrogant. Said I had no business watching over her like she was some prize to be guarded. But she was already deep into things her family didn’t want to see.”“Like what?” Isla asked.“Politics. Rebellion. Secrets. Your mother was always drawn to

----Chapter 51: The protocolThe air filtering system triggered above, allowing the silence which fell after Victor's plummet. His breathing grew shallow, the paralyzing substance which he was given has already kicked in—slowing him down but not quieting him.Ethan getsensuring fixing Victor's wrists into cuffs. Christopher speeds his pace toward the his gun, still in control, until Isla raised her hand. "It's clear."Christopher set the gun down, his eyes locking with Isla's. "You okay?"She didn't answer at first. Her heart kept racing in her chest, her senses humming with adrenaline and fury. "Definitly okay," she growled, shifting her attention back to Victor. His head rolled a bit to the side, eyes struggling."No much time Isla repeated, her tone more even than she was. "The window for the serum is limited. We have to start the extraction."Ethan pulled out a small case and snapped it shut. Inside, an interface rig—neural extraction pads, fiber-connected monitors, and a voice-m

---Chapter 53: Before the SilenceThe rain began again.Gently at first—a soft whisper on the metal roof. Then more intensely, as though the sky had finally started to grieve for everything they couldn't.Isla sat on the edge of the faded cot in the bottom room of the bunker, hands folded together, wrists pressed into her knees. She hadn't spoken in over twenty minutes. The only sound was the storm.Across from her, Christopher leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her. Not like a soldier watching a leader. Like a friend watching someone slowly disappear."You haven’t blinked in a while," he said.She didn’t respond."You do that when you’re holding something in."Still no answer. But her hands flexed slightly. That was something.Christopher pushed off the wall and stepped in. “Talk to me.”What do you want to hear?" she whispered.He crouched in front of her, voice low. "I want to hear what's happening in your head. Because you nearly fainted back there. And you didn