All Chapters of Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Daisy stood by the window, her figure a flawless silhouette against the pale light. The white off-shoulder gown clung to her body like second skin, revealing the curve of her chest and the quiet defiance in her stance. Her short blonde hair framed a face of calm beauty, and her grey eyes, cold and steady, caught the dim light like storm clouds waiting to break.A glass of red wine rested in her hand as she watched a black Rolls Royce Cullinan glide to a stop at the parking lot.The sight brought no smile to her face, only a faint narrowing of her eyes.She turned gracefully and walked toward the sofa, every movement deliberate, her heels whispering against the marble. When she sat, the bell rang.Moments later, the housekeeper opened the door, and a tall man stepped in, broad-shouldered, his lean frame wrapped in a dark shirt that hinted at the muscle beneath. His face was too calm for someone used to spilling blood. There was a stillness about him, the quiet confidence of a man who k

✦THE NEXT DAY✦ Caleb and Asher sat side by side on the sofa, the soft glow of the television painting their faces as they watched ALEJANDRO: The Mafia’s Obsession.The quiet moment was interrupted when the door opened. A broad-shouldered man stepped in, bowing slightly before moving aside. Behind him stood Valen.Both Caleb and Asher rose to their feet at once, smiles lighting their faces.“Valen!” Henry shouted with excitement, leaping up and running straight into his arms.Asher sighed, shaking his head slightly. “How many times have I told him to address Valen as Uncle, not by his name?”Caleb leaned closer, whispering near Asher’s ear while his eyes remained on Valen, who lifted Henry with ease before setting him down again. “You mean grandpa?”“Either one works,” Asher murmured back, smiling as he turned his attention to the scene in front of them.“I’m getting old, you know,” Valen said with a warm laugh, resting one hand on his hip as he looked at Henry.“I hope that won’t aff

✦THE NEXT DAY✦◈AT DAWN◈ Sam cradled Jesse's flushed face between his hands and kissed him deeply, their mouths moving in a rhythm of need and raw affection.“I need you in me, Sam,” Jesse breathed into his mouth, his voice husky and rich with intent. “I... I need you, darling.”Sam pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, dazed and overwhelmed. “You want me…?”“I need you,” Jesse interrupted, his voice almost a whisper. “I’ve missed your body too much. I need to feel every part of you again.”He let out a shuddering breath as he moved first, turning over and rising onto his hands and knees. His shoulders dipped low while the twin mounds of his cheeks rose high and his spine curved into a perfect arch, presenting himself to Sam with quiet desperation.Sam sat up slowly behind him, hands finding Jesse’s waist before trailing down to his backside.Between his thighs, his thick d**k hung heavily, flushed and rigid, throbbing with need.He cupped one cheek, then leaned in to press

Jesse was ushered into the mansion by a body-built man who stopped beside him in the grand sitting room. The silence there was heavy, thick with wealth and danger.Moments later, Lorenzo entered. His presence filled the room with quiet authority, his gaze cutting through the air as it settled on Jesse. Every movement he made carried power and restraint.Behind him came Tonia, striking and deliberate, her beauty edged with danger. Her low-cut hair was marked by two clean carvings that ran from the front to the back. Six earrings lined each ear, and a small stud glinted on her nose. Her lashes were perfect, her brows sharp, her stare colder than the marble floors beneath her heels. She stopped behind Lorenzo, eyes locked on Jesse, completely still.Jesse and Lorenzo stood facing each other in silence. The air seemed to pulse between them.Lorenzo nodded slightly to the bodyguard, who took the cue and left."Lorenzo..." Jesse said, walking two steps towards Lorenzo.Lorenzo’s lips curved

✦LONE STREET AT VERONA CROSS✦Two convoys approached from opposite directions of Verona cross, engines low and steady beneath the evening air. Each line carried two cars, moving with the precision of soldiers. They came to a stop a short distance apart, headlights cutting across the cracked pavement.From the first convoy, a black Maserati Quattroporte led, followed closely by a dark gray Alfa Romeo Stelvio. The second convoy mirrored their movement, a midnight-blue Bentley Flying Spur at the front and a jet-black Range Rover Vogue behind it.The second Maserati’s rear door opened, and Lorenzo stepped out, his men fanning out with quiet discipline. On the opposite side, from the second Bentley, Isolde emerged, her guards already in motion, scanning the surroundings with alert precision.Their eyes met across the short stretch of ground separating them. Without a word, both began to walk forward, the echo of their footsteps filling the still night until they stopped within arm’s reach.