All Chapters of HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92ELENA’S POVThose words lodged deep into me like shards of glass. They made no sense, and yet they carried a weight that made me tremble.The inspector finally spoke, his voice steady but laced with irritation. “Miss Rivers, you need to calm down. Threatening suspects will not help your case, so I would love it if you could choose your words carefully.”My case.The way he said it twisted my insides. As if I already had a case against me. As if the decision had already been made that I belonged to them. That I was guilty.I let out a broken laugh, more out of desperation than amusement. “You think I’m one of them? Do you actually believe this nonsense? If you do, then I am sorry but you’re making the biggest mistake of your career!”But my words fell on deaf ears. The officers stood in silence. The terrorists smirked. The room became smaller and suffocating, pressing me against the walls of lies I couldn’t break through.Something inside me snapped.I wasn’t a violent perso

Chapter 94Elena’s povI had lost count of the hours I had spent locked inside the cold, suffocating walls of the police interrogation room. My wrists burned from the weight of the handcuffs digging into my skin, my throat was raw from repeating the same words over and over again: “I don’t know them. I don’t know anything about their plans. I am not their boss!” But no matter how desperately I pleaded, the officers’ eyes remained suspicious, their pens scratching against notepads as if documenting my supposed lies.And then the worst part…. the terrorists. Those vile men sat opposite me earlier, smirking, insisting with such bold confidence that I was their leader. That I had given the orders. Hearing them address me as “boss” made my blood boil in ways I didn’t know were possible.Now I sat in the corner of the room, still cuffed, my mind burning with rage and exhaustion. I had begged the inspector for the truth, I demanded that the terrorists confess, but they had laughed in my face

Chapter 96I nodded numbly, my throat too tight to speak.He faced the terrorists once more, his jaw clenched. “If you confess right now that Elena has nothing to do with your crimes, I will have your brother released.”The leader’s eyes narrowed, his lip split and bleeding. “We don't believe you. We need to see him first,” he spat. “We need proof. Show us our brother.”Lucian’s gaze hardened, but he didn’t hesitate. He turned to the inspector. “What’s his name?”The inspector, still trembling, mumbled the name and prisoner number. Lucian pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled a number I didn’t recognise.My heart pounded as I listened. The entire room watched him, breathless.“Yes, put me through to the head prison immediately,” Lucian ordered. His voice cut like a blade, sharp and commanding, impossible to disobey.There was a pause, then he said, “Warden, this is Lucian Evans. I need a secure call patched to cell block C, inmate [he repeated the number]. Now.”Murmurs rippled

Chapter 98I never thought the air outside a police station could feel so heavy, like a storm waiting to break. The doors slammed shut behind us as Lucian’s hand tightened protectively around mine. My wrists still ached from the cuffs they had only just removed, the skin red and raw, but it wasn’t the physical pain that stung the most, it was the shame of being paraded like a criminal.Lucian, tall and sharp as always, exuded a calm authority I didn’t realise I desperately needed. His presence was the only thing keeping me from collapsing into a heap of nerves.But before I could even exhale fully, before I could taste the first hint of freedom, a figure darted across the courtyard. My heart froze when I recognised him.“E..... Elena!” Jasper’s voice sliced through the air.I stiffened, my chest locking. His footsteps pounded closer, echoing off the pavement until he was standing right in front of us. He didn’t hesitate, his hand shot out and yanked me away from Lucian’s hold with a f

Chapter 100The restaurant Lucian took us to was warm, golden-lit, filled with the hum of quiet conversations and clinking glasses. The scent of grilled steak and fresh bread drifted through the air, making my stomach grumble despite the knot of nerves still twisting there.We sat in a booth by the window, and for the first time in days, I felt almost… normal.The waiter brought our meals, plates of sizzling steak, creamy pasta, and baskets of warm rolls. Conversation flowed, surprisingly easy. We laughed at Ava’s dramatic retelling of how she had barged into the police parking lot like a “guardian angel with perfect hair.”For a moment, I allowed myself to sink into it. To smile. To eat. To feel human again.But halfway through, Ava’s phone rang. Her laughter stilled. She glanced at the screen, and all the colour drained from her face.“Excuse me.” She stepped aside to answer, her voice low.Lucian and I exchanged worried glances.Moments later, Ava returned, her expression stricken.