Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Gabriel walked into a room, Henry following close behind. Henry’s eyes scanned the vast, white-painted space, taking in the round table surrounded by twenty pristine chairs. Pictures lined the walls in white frames, their subjects indistinguishable yet oddly compelling, and he stopped, studying them with a mix of curiosity and unease. The silence shattered with a sudden, hard bounce of the door behind him. It clicked shut and locked on its own. Henry spun toward the sound, frozen for a heartbeat as the realization sank in. Gabriel approached from behind, his voice strange and heavy, carrying a weight that made the air itself feel colder. “Blood is the key, and within the Citadel of the Ancient, only the descendants may walk, and everyone else is claimed by the horrors beneath…” His words shifted into a chilling whisper, brushing against Henry’s skin like ice. “Your lineage is marked, with laws I fear I will defy…” Henry’s cold eyes narrowed, piercing through the space between them,

"Dahlia," Dreon said, his voice low, almost cautious, as her eyes followed the three men walking away. Her eyes lingered on them until they vanished, then snapped back to him. Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.“Took you a century,” she said, her voice calm and cold, each word slicing through the quiet."My apologies, Dahlia," Dreon replied, his tone steady. "What do you want me to do?"She rose slowly, each movement deliberate, and stepped toward him. Her hand grazed his cheek before sliding down to rest lightly against his chest. Dreon remained still, his eyes locked on her as her fingers traced the line of his abdomen. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting the contact linger, a soft breath slipping past her lips.Her hand slid lower, but Dreon caught it, his grip firm and unyielding, his eyes sharp and cold, holding hers with a dangerous intensity. Slowly, she met his gaze, neither flinching, both radiating control. She leaned closer, letting her lips

“You are late,” Dahlia said, turning to Alex and Matteo as they stood before her. Dreon stood at her side, his gaze cold and unwelcoming.Matteo smiled faintly. “There is always traffic when a man does not wish to arrive.”Dahlia laughed softly. Dreon’s eyes met Alex’s, and Alex immediately looked away, blinking too fast to hide his unease.“Better late than never,” Dahlia said, turning the stand beside her chair. Her eyes dropped to the bottom at its center before she lifted her gaze back to Matteo.“What is your plan?” Matteo cut in. His lethal stare locked with Dahlia’s, and she met it without flinching as silence settled between them.“Right now,” Alex said, breaking the tension, “we have a cat that needs to be put back in the bag.”“No.” Dahlia interrupted him, her gaze sweeping to Alex and pulling everyone else with it. “Destroyed, and everything that’s his,” she said coldly.Alex swallowed, his eyes flicking to Dreon before returning to Dahlia.“There is only one way to bring C

✦THE NEXT DAY✦ “Are you sure this is where you want to pretend you are calm?” Jacen said, his voice light but strained as he glanced between Caleb and Asher while the afternoon heat pressed down on the driveway. Caleb smiled. “You are the one leaving with a suitcase full of plans and a head full of noise, Jacen, so if anyone should be asking that question, it is us.” Asher let out a quiet breath, his hand settling at the small of Caleb’s back as if grounding himself before speaking. “You guys should relax. I know it has been a long time since you last saw each other.” “Yeah,” Jacen cut in, grinning boyishly. “I really miss him, and those days we all stuck together with Will and Jesse.” He laughed softly, pausing as Caleb rubbed a palm over his cropped hair. “We are so grown now. This is life. Then, it felt like we would be together forever.” Caleb laughed, glancing at the Mercedes Maybach GLS parked a few meters ahead. “I miss you guys too. I cannot wait for a get-together. I

“We got him,” Alex said, his voice low and certain as he led Dreon down the narrow hallway, the overhead lights humming while their footsteps rang softly against the concrete.Dreon stayed silent, his attention fixed forward as the corridor opened into a room guarded by two armed men. The space was tight and stark, and as he stepped inside, his eyes caught on the chair positioned beneath a single hanging light, where Jaden was bound fast.Jaden’s wrists were pulled tight behind the metal frame, his ankles secured, his mouth sealed, and a dark cloth knotted firmly over his eyes. Dreon’s breath caught as recognition crept in slowly, then all at once, sliding down his spine. His eyes found Jaden’s hair first, the familiar shape, then followed the line of his shoulders and posture, and a broken breath slipped from Dreon before denial could even form.“No,” Dreon breathed, the word slipping out as shock widened his eyes crossing the room in quick strides, ignoring Alex’s startled look, his