All Chapters of Forbidden affairs with my stepfather : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

KAYLA POVThe air was foggy and the atmosphere was endowed with hope and a sharp scent that reminds me that we are in a new phase. It was like a new beginning which serves as a reminder on a daily basis that I’m no longer monitored or dwell in a sneaky lifestyle. Since the interview will aired and watched by thousands of millions, the scandal has reversed to a curiosity that is made global. For me, I saw it as an opportunity to give Zack’s work to the theories of medical ethnics. “The first candidate who is eligible for the Spring Protocol is ready”, Lucas announced as he walked into my office. For some reasons, he looked different from the normal Lucas I knew. His ruthless personality was still visible but it felt like it was control by an invisible red line. When his gaze met mine, the familiar feeling came back but it was different. It wasn’t like a predator rather like a partner. “Who is this person?” I asked him as I looked up from a memo. “I thought the selection committee has

KAYLA POVAfter the confrontation we had with Jack, everything on that ends was calm. The next morning, the injunctions were erased and the illusion Julius Jack tried to raise was flagged down permanently. It felt like a usual morning that since Lucas insisted I take a day off. According to him, we had to relax after those days we spent in the institute because of Ollie’s treatment. Even if I had some pending issues I had to address, I decided to agree with his decision. Another outstanding reason is that we were hosting a gala later that evening which we’ll send out orders to be executed. The penthouse was a perfect place to heal after different traumas I faced. The feeling that you are being watched has slowly faded away. The freedom I experienced was second to none because I finally had time to breathe; not the stench air from the bridge house but from the comfort package here. My mother and Lucas were key components that helped in m recovery phase. The day was spent wisely as the

KAYLA POVThe movement from the research wing to the banquet hall was swift because it was fueled by something unseen. The reality I thought was resolved was just a house of mirrored lies. Just thinking about it made my head spin. Moving down the stairs, the banquet hall still have the champagne flowing and the laughter from the guests still echoes but bounced off the glass walls around. It felt like a sanctuary of clean personalities but it won’t last long. Lucas from his end wasn’t himself as he was broken and had to face this dangerous partner. When he descended the staircase, Lucas made his strides long and purposeful as he weaved through the crowd like a desperate predator. The guests tried to intercept him to give him congratulatory speeches but he ignored everyone. His mission was focused on the woman on the podium who is basking in the aura of standing ovation. Looking at her from afar, she looked perfect. The version of her has been changed from a grieving widow to a philan

KAYLA POVThe storage box which stores those tapes were ashes but the memory it left was a reoccurring nightmare. It felt like something that force its way despite trying to block the access. The script has been reduced to ashes to I had to rethink again. Are we still the characters in her ruthless script? This is the question I can’t provide an answer to for the moment. I had a second thought as we returned to the penthouse to have a night rest. The next morning, Lucas and I returned to the institute as we had to clear out data before the media will do the work. As we anticipated, the media was thrown again into the world of argument. A fresh scandal came up about the night craving as the former maid of the mansion leaked a copy of the logs before the police did their job. The headlines on the major new outlet was not about any medical miracles rather it talk about a game. The game played by Naomi on my life and Lucas’ for twenty years. Lucas was still in his office while I stayed

KAYLA POVThe revelation I saw in the cottage at Bricks district was one that I didn’t expect. The tears from Lucas’ eyes was the first of its kind since I knew him. Lucas hasn’t shed a tears even at the sad moment like when Zack died. The expression I saw within him was being moody and silent. This shows that something within him is broken. The atmosphere in the cottage was heavy that silence felt like a huge stone which is about to crush us. We were still seated on the floorboards of the cottage with the letters scattered around. There was nothing like flashing lights, stocks indicators or even the formalities of the commercial world. Everything here was very natural as the air mixed with dust tells the tale. The drawing of the six-year-old I was still in Lucas’ hands. I can’t tell what run through his mind as he just sat there mute. “Are we still going back?” I asked as my voice wasn’t certain of anything. Lucas didn’t say anything as he looked at the drawing in his hand. From t