All Chapters of HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Chapter 321Morning didn’t rush in.It arrived gently, like it was afraid to disturb something sacred.Soft sunlight spilled across the room in slow waves, brushing over silk sheets, warming bare skin, catching on the edges of the curtains like gold dust. The sound of the ocean drifted in through the open balcony doors — steady, calming, endless. Waves rolled in and out, as if even the sea itself was breathing in rhythm with us.For a long moment, I lay still.Not because I was afraid to move.But because I didn’t want to break the feeling.Nathan’s arm was wrapped securely around my waist, his hand resting over my stomach in a way that felt instinctive, protective. His chest rose and fell behind me, slow and deep, the steady breathing of a man who finally felt safe enough to sleep without one eye open.I closed my eyes and just listened.The ocean.The birds outside.The faint hum of the resort waking up.The sound of my husband breathing against my shoulder.Husband…………. The word

Chapter 323The air buzzed with excitement.Carmen and I ended up in our suite while the guys went to the other suite, claiming they needed “bro time” to pick outfits. I already knew that meant Lucian and Nathan would spend half the time teasing each other and the other half pretending they weren’t both ridiculously protective husbands.Carmen flopped onto the edge of my bed dramatically.“Tell me why I feel like a teenager on a school trip,” she said, fanning herself. “I swear, if I see one more beautiful view, I might cry.”I laughed, pulling on a light sundress. “You cried when you saw the breakfast tray.”“That was emotional,” she defended. “That mango deserved respect.”We stood in front of the mirror together, fixing our hair, sharing lip gloss, doing that quiet, intimate thing women do when they don’t need words to feel connected.Carmen grew softer then.“Can you believe this is our life?” she asked. “After everything?”I met her eyes in the mirror.“No,” I admitted. “But I’m

Chapter 325“Hold on!” Miguel shouted from the front.The screech turned into a grinding thud as the car fought to stay balanced. The sound was so sharp it set my teeth on edge. I heard Carmen gasp sharply, Lucian curse under his breath, and then everything slowed into a heavy, uneven roll.The vehicle dragged.Pulled to one side.The rhythm of the tires changed — that unmistakable, sickening thump-thump-thump of a dead wheel.Miguel guided us carefully to the side of the road, the car leaning awkwardly as it came to a stop. The engine idled, but it sounded strained, almost like it was holding its breath.For a moment, no one spoke.The silence rang in my ears louder than the noise had.My heart hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat.“What was that?” Carmen whispered, her voice thin.Miguel unbuckled quickly, already scanning his mirrors. “Tyre,” he said. “Not just soft. That was a blowout.”Nathan’s jaw tightened. “On this road? That’s bad timing.”We stepped out of the

Chapter 327 I held up the nails again. “This isn’t random. This is connected to the plane. Someone is escalating the incident since they failed with that attempt.” His eyes darkened. Then something else happened. Something I hadn’t expected. Nathan lifted two fingers to his mouth. And whistled. Not casual. Not sharp. Deep. Commanding. A sound that didn’t belong to a civilian. A signal. The sound cut through the air like a blade. For three long seconds, nothing happened. The wind stirred dust. A bird took off from a nearby wire. My heart thudded painfully. Then— Sirens. Faint at first. Then louder. Then unmistakable. Multiple engines. Fast. Heavy. Coming from both directions. Lucian’s head snapped up. “What the hell—” From around the bend in the road, black SUVs appeared. Then more. Then patrol cars. Lights flashing. Sirens cutting through the desert air. They came in a wave. A full convoy. Like they had been waiting. Like they had been close. Like

Chapter 329 Relief crashed through me so hard my knees nearly gave out. The jets banked sharply. Then— The sound of controlled fire from above. Not random. Not chaotic. Precise. Targeted. The gunfire from the attackers faltered. Then stopped. Then resumed weakly. Then— Silence. Not peaceful silence. The kind that comes after something violent has been crushed. Dust drifted through the air. The echo of engines faded as the jets circled once more before pulling back. Police radios crackled. Voices overlapped. “Targets neutralized.” “Area secured.” “Hold formation until confirmation.” The shields stayed up. For a few long seconds, no one moved. The air was thick with smoke, the sharp metallic scent of discharged weapons burning my lungs. My ears rang, a high-pitched hum drowning out everything else. The police shields were still locked tightly around us, a human wall of black armor and tense bodies, their guns still raised, eyes scanning every direction. My hear