All Chapters of Forbidden affairs with my stepfather : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NAOMI POV I left my home to stay in Lucas' mansion as he instructed. Since Kayla was kidnapped, my whole existence felt messed up as I couldn't save the daughter whom I loved dearly. I wandered through the darkness of the corridor, trying to read the environment but it was useless as I couldn't find my purpose. The mansion, with marbles on the floor and custom made ceilings, was supposed to be my place of solace. It was supposed to be a place where I experienced peace after the trauma I faced in my former marriage. But as I looked at the walls which constantly stared back at me, I realized that I left a prison of debts to a prison of depression due to my daughter's disappearance. My mind was a sandstorm of "what-ifs." Was I so distracted by the pleasure of my new life that I failed to see the danger stalking my daughter? My thankfulness has always been to Lucas and always working with Kayla but I didn't understand the algorithm. I didn't think of questioning the long hours or the s

KAYLA POV As time past, I felt the air becoming overwhelming with dust in this old room I was put in. At that point, I felt nothing but tragedy. When I tried to phantom how Hunter knew this place, I realized that there must be a connection between us. I stepped down from the bed and saw carpet laid all over that room. As I raise the carpet, I saw pattern of floorboards which was similar to what I saw in my childhood. Then, it hit me that this is my father's old bridge house. The door opened gently after creaking a lock revealing Hunter walking in with his face unmasked. Instead of moving towards me, he lurks in a corner like a waiting and patient predator. Looking at him, his rage and betrayal withing me boiled to it's max. I wanted to pounce on him but realize quickly he's the only person that can set me free here. I can't identify the man I did have a drink with after work hours then. Sitting at a corner, it revealed a fading floral wallpaper which I recognized instantly to be my

KAYLA POV The house usually portrays the atmosphere of silence but it wasn't really silent completely. Everything in the house seemed to have a dying life of its own. The walls and floorboards beneath seemed to be breathing while I was losing out here. I stood up and went to the shining surface only to see a complete opposite of myself in the reflection. I have not only lost count of the days I stayed here but myself as a whole. Everywhere seemed dimmed except the yellowish glow from the lamp Hunter brought in. Losing myself wasn't just enough but I received news that completely broke me down. One can liken my mind to that of a fractured mirror who has seen different horrors and its stories. First, I was shocked beyond words to know that Zack didn't leave for no reason rather it was a life-threatening issue. How did I get so blind that I couldn't see this coming? Or was I too indulged in the luxury Lucas provided that I couldn't solve a puzzle that my first love was fading away? As

LUCAS POV The odor in that hallway was heavy mixing deadly shadows and gunpowder but I had an aim there. I kept pushing despite the annoying odor moving straight to my lungs. While moving, I realize I wasn’t that powerful CEO personality and a father to my son anymore. The empire I spent my life building is going down the drain. I have to use this opportunity to save a person whom I loved and also rescue my empire. “Hunter, don’t be a coward. Come out and face me”, I roared angrily after seeing the recordings he used to scandal me. “I wasn’t a dead man today but the day you switch your attention to my darling Kayla. You infiltrated the scene like a thief posing like a king. Instead of scouting for your kind, you came for mine”, Hunter’s voice was drifted from a point to another in the darkness he created. At a split second, a bright flash brightened which was accompanied by a sound that imitate splintering of wood. I had no choice than to duck to cover. From my analysis, I guess

LUCAS POV My mood was damped to its lowest as I looked at my son in that current state. The stare alone judged me of the kind of father I was. With the sight alone, I knew my son's life was hanging on a thin thread which I cut at anytime. I slumped back to the chair nearby as I hang my head low. The movement, machines sound and general sounds there were silent for a moment as I was dragged to the world of guilt. The dried blood on my fingernails happens to be Zack's blood. A clear evidence of judgement of how bad I was to be called Zack's father. The color was so dark that it reflected on the guilt of my incompetence. There, I realized that I spend my lifetime building myself to be an untouchable titan in the business world. I remember starting from a single office to a multi billion firm. In the chess board, I thought I was the ultimate player and others as my chess pieces but I was wrong. The chess of life didn't see me competent as I focused only on business world neglecting my