Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Justin sat on the left side of the bed, wearing only a boxer, his body tense as he turned toward Sebastian, who occupied the opposite edge. Their eyes locked, panic and anticipation mingling, while faint gunshots echoed from outside."I heard that too," Sebastian said, rising and moving to the window. He scanned the street, but everything seemed still. Turning back, he added, "It’s coming from the front of the building.""Justin’s gaze flicked down, betraying his rising arousal. Sebastian noticed and quickly looked away before meeting Justin’s eyes again, the tension between them thick and awkward.""Justin?" he asked quietly. Justin blinked rapidly, then shrugged, trying to appear composed. "How do we handle this…"Sebastian’s voice was low and steady. "We’ve been played, left to deal with ourselves. "Something was in our drinks. I’m certain of it. And now we can’t leave, not after what we just heard."Justin exhaled sharply. "It must be under control now. That’s why it stopped," he

◈AT TEN AM◈Matteo approached Evan with a lethal calm, stopping before him at Silvio’s chair. Their eyes locked, and the quiet between them thickened like smoke.“You can tell me now,” Matteo said, his voice icy.“Tell you what?” Evan replied after a brief hesitation.“That it is a joke,” Matteo said at once, his tone softening with a faint edge of hope.Evan held his stare, unmoving, offering no answer.“So you are not saying anything,” Matteo said, lifting his hands in disbelief and raising his brows.“Our dominion was infiltrated and crushed,” Evan cut in. “I am certain we were assaulted by more than two realms.”Matteo’s eyes tightened on him, shock flickering across his face. “What are you talking about…”“The conflict has been halted,” Evan interrupted again, stepping forward.Matteo leaned back slightly, confusion tightening his features. “Halted? Right now I do not understand a single thing you are saying.”“Listen to me, Matteo,” Evan said, his gaze fixed on him.“No. You lis

◈THE TERRACE BAR◈Matteo and Alex were relaxing on the lounge chairs beside the quiet outdoor bar when they heard the sharp click of heels approaching them. Both men looked up, and the moment she came into view, they froze. She was beautiful in a dangerous way, pale and striking, her expression calm but unmistakably defiant.“Matteo,” she said, her voice steady. “I would love to have a talk with you.”Matteo narrowed his eyes at her, leaning back slightly, surprised by her boldness. He glanced at Alex, and they caught each other’s expression at the same time before Matteo looked back at her.Alex hesitated, then stood when Matteo gave him a small tilt of his head. He stepped aside and moved to a nearby seat with his glass of wine. He watched them closely while taking a slow sip.She sat where Alex had been sitting. For a moment, she and Matteo stared at each other in silence, eyes locked. Matteo scoffed softly, shook his head, and pushed himself up as if ready to leave.“Rest in peace

◈HENRY'S BEDROOM◈ "I can't do that… in short, what am I even saying…" Amanda said, narrowing her eyes into Henry's. "I won't." "Please, Amanda," Henry begged, holding her hands as she slowly withdrew them. She stood from the edge of the bed and walked toward the door. Henry stood immediately and sank down on one knee, then the second. "Listen, Henry, we never had this conversation," Amanda said, stopping before the door. She turned around and saw him on both knees. "Henry?" "Just this one, Amanda," Henry pleaded, tears welling instantly in his eyes. He looked up at her, and Amanda walked back to him, lifting him from the floor. She held him and guided him to the bed, and they both sat on the edge again. They sat there, locked in each other's gaze, as silence settled between them. "Henry," Amanda said, searching his eyes, "I have made a lot of sacrifices to make sure this family is safe. Aside from that, I know your dad Asher more than you do. He is one of the most dangerous men

Jaden hurried through the crowded terminal, glancing at the departure board, when he lightly bumped into someone. He looked up and froze. Dreon, tall and sharp-featured with deep dark skin and a clean-shaven head, stood there. Even amid the chaos of the airport, he radiated quiet confidence in his fitted black suit.“I’m really sorry,” Jaden said, breathless from rushing, curls falling slightly over his forehead, cheeks warming.“It’s fine,” Dreon replied, his voice calm and steady, eyes holding Jaden a moment longer than necessary.Jaden’s gaze swept over Dreon, taking in his height, the ease in the way he carried himself, the subtle sway of his shoulders as he shifted his weight. Dreon felt heat rise in his chest as he noticed Jaden’s flushed cheeks, the quick rise and fall of his chest, and the hesitant, almost stumbling energy in his movements.He swallowed quietly, caught off guard by how naturally Jaden drew him in, the warmth in his gaze settling on him before he even realized