All Chapters of Stuck In Stepson's Hot Bed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Beatrice POVI'm trying to like this town. The lucrative cafe business could even allow me to buy a farm in Alabama. I want to move there. The agriculture there is thriving. I miss the farm atmosphere, and it might not be as beautiful as my village. At least Mia can relate to me. Mia grows to be a pretty little girl. The more her face resembles Chris's. I'm afraid that when Chris meets her, he'll easily recognize her. I'm sure Mia is Christopher's daughter, not Matt's. But Chris probably won't admit it, and the resemblance is just a coincidence.He must be proud to have a child born of his love for Adelle. Because he's the only one who's ever touched Adelle. No other man has ever touched her. They must be happy. I'm also happy, even though just with Mia. My daughter, who's soon to be a teenager, is showing extraordinary talent. She's redesigned the cafe with a vibrant concept. The cafe's classic feel has been transformed into a modern one. The aesthetic appeal attracts teenagers, an

Beatrice POVI had to give in to sleeping outside because I didn't want to disturb her, who was already sound asleep. There are two bedrooms, but the other is specifically designated for storing clothes and all our belongings, such as shoes, bags, and other items. This morning, we'll start packing everything we're moving. I'll leave my things with Pamela. When I get there, they'll be delivered. If I brought them all at once, it would be a burden on us. A"Good morning, Mom. Didn't you sleep last night?" she asked, walking over to me in the kitchen. She hugged me from behind. Used to sleeping in each other's arms, she must have felt the lack of my embrace last night. "Mommy fell asleep on the couch after watching a movie. Are you happy with Aunt Pamela's gift?" "Yes, I can use the money to buy a new bike, oh no, a car maybe," she said. I glared at her, "That much?" "Yes, there's money at the bottom of the handle, too, and more than the one made into a fan," she said. I slapped my

Beatrice POV"So, I'll go first with Mia?" Asked Cindy. I changed my plans. I didn't leave all my stuff with Pamela. Mia and Cindy went first to see the apartment I'd just rented online, going straight to the sales department. I'd gotten a lot of bonuses and discounts for a year. "Yes, because I have quite a lot of stuff. If we go together, it'll definitely take a long time to get it out of the trunk, and there won't be enough space in one car. And then, we'll have to find the apartment address. If you're already there, it'll be easier to send the next item because we already have the destination. I'll wait for the person who bought this place to pay first, then I'll go there." I wanted to see who bought it. If it were Chris, I wouldn't give it to him because I didn't want to accept his money. Whatever the reason, I didn't want to! "Okay, I'll go with you. Come on, Mia, are you ready?"Mia was already wearing her shoes. Her thick hair was tied back. My beautiful girl, soon to be a

Beatrice POVI never expected to meet him again and argue like this. Christopher never thinks about cause and effect. He only thinks about what's on the surface. I'm happy being Oscar's mistress without even figuring out why I want to! "It's late, I'm too lazy to argue with you, go home." I was about to go into the room when he grabbed my arm roughly. "You love him, huh? You look happy in that photo. Or is it because of his money, while I never gave you the money or expensive gifts he gave you, so you reciprocated his love and gave him your body?" I slapped him hard, making his face turn away. I hated being perceived as a woman driven by greed for money. He'd always accused me of that from the start. "I didn't—" He cupped my face and kissed my lips forcefully. I pushed him away and hit his chest repeatedly, but he wouldn't let go of my lips. Until my hands were weak and I couldn't hit him anymore. "Hit me harder if that will soothe your heartache." "I hate you! Get out of my lif

Beatrice POVI asked Chris to pack all the items ready for shipment and put them in the plane's hold. There was no address on the suitcase or some of the boxes. I didn't want him to visit us, knowing where Mia and I lived. It was hard to dissuade Chris. My neck tensed, but he persisted in wanting to help me. He felt like he was inconveniencing me, the one who gave birth to his daughter. I hadn't even mentioned the difficult pregnancy or anything else. He left after breakfast without negotiating, demanding a great deal. I'd catch up with him after Pamela, and we were done with our business. "Hi Bea, I brought the man who's going to buy your house," Pamela called from the bottom of the stairs. The cafe was already open, and the staff had arrived. I was still upstairs tidying up and checking to see if anything was missing. Pamela arrived with a man. He was tall and well-built, and friendly. "I like the place and the youthful cafe concept," he said, looking around. "My daughter desi