All Chapters of HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 112Lucian’s povThen, suddenly, the glow of headlights burst into view ahead.They weren’t just lights, they were blinding, monstrous beams that seemed to slice through the night like red-hot knives. For a heartbeat, they looked less like a car and more like the sun itself had come crashing down on me, two furious orbs that bored into my skull.My heart lurched. My breath caught in my throat. My instincts screamed, Move!I jerked the wheel hard to the right. The tires shrieked in agony, rubber peeling against asphalt, the vibration tearing up through the steering column into my arms. The car didn’t glide, it screamed, the back end fishtailing, swinging out like a wild animal breaking its chains.My chest slammed against the seatbelt, the sharp edge digging brutally into my collarbone. My ribs rattled as the vehicle careened, teetering closer and closer to the edge of the road.“Come on, come on, come on…” I muttered, the words spilling out in a slur of desperation, as if my v

Chapter 114THIRD PERSON POV“Where’s the leak? Can someone confirm fuel?”“Yes! The fuel tank’s ruptured!” a man from the crowd yelled.The firefighters exchanged grim looks, their movements becoming sharper and quicker. They rushed toward the ditch with ropes, harnesses, and extinguishers, but the sight of the growing pool of gasoline made even the bravest among them hesitate.One firefighter swore under his breath. “If this catches…”“Then we all fry,” another muttered back.The tension snapped like electricity through the gathered crowd. Mothers pulled their children further away, men shielded their wives, and in moments, the once-brave volunteers from the roadside had scrambled back, their courage drowned out by the threat of fire.And from somewhere in the crowd, a man whispered the words that chilled everyone to their bones.“That’s Commissioner Evans’ son in there, look at the commissioner’s emblem….. it's on the car…..”The murmurs spread like wildfire, building into a franti

Chapter 116THIRD PERSON POV“Breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut sharp, slicing through her fog. Elena’s eyes flicked up to the screen. The words on the banner made her heart stutter.COMMISSIONER’S SON TRAPPED IN CRASH – LIVES HANGS IN THE BALANCEHer grip tightened on the laptop, fingers trembling as she set it aside. She leaned closer, eyes wide, almost afraid to blink.The footage shifted to live coverage, the ditch, the twisted wreck and the headlights flickering dangerously close to the leaking gasoline. The reporter’s words struck like a blade.“…the victim has been confirmed as Lucian Evans, son of Police Commissioner Matthew Evans. Fuel continues to leak from the ruptured tank, raising fears of an explosion. Authorities are struggling to extract him in time…”“No.” Elena’s whisper was raw, broken. “No, no, no.”Her body moved before her mind caught up. She grabbed her coat, shoved her feet into

Chapter 118Elena’s pov The preparation felt like a blur of shouts, heavy hands, and the cold bite of rope against my waist. Yet every detail pressed itself into my memory, sharp and unbearable. One of the rescue workers, a tall man with a grizzled beard and eyes that seemed older than his years, crouched in front of me as they secured the first knot. His hands were steady, but his voice betrayed him. “Keep your arms at your side while we cinch this, miss. If it slips, it’ll cut straight into your ribs, but better bruised than dead.” I nodded, though the words made my stomach twist. The coarse rope coiled around me, biting through the thin fabric of my jacket. It felt heavy already, like a snake tightening around me with every pull of the knot. Another rescuer stepped forward with a harness, straps of thick canvas that they wrestled over my shoulders and thighs. “This will keep the weight even,” he explained briskly. “You won’t just dangle on your waist.” His tone was professiona

Chapter 120Elena’s pov“She’s making progress,” the male reporter continued. “But it’s slow, careful progress. The ground is unstable. One wrong step and both she and Lucian could be lost. This…. this is not the work of trained personnel. This is one woman risking her life.”The female anchor’s voice cracked slightly, betraying emotion. “It’s remarkable. Ravenswood is watching with bated breath. Who is this woman who dares to step where even professionals hesitate?”I pressed forward, mud splashing up my legs, the rope tightening and loosening with each cautious step. My heart pounded against my ribs, louder than their voices, louder than the creak of the bulldozer anchoring me from above.“She’s steadying herself now,” the man narrated, excitement and dread woven together. “That rope is her lifeline. If it snaps…..” He cut himself off, leaving the thought unfinished.Gasps and cries floated from the onlookers when my foot slipped against a loose rock. The rope jerked taut, biting in