All Chapters of STEP-DADDY'S SIN : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61 – Face Your Fucking Demons

Alexander’s POV7:00 PM – The Meeting PointA cold, empty warehouse on the edge of the city. My kind of venue.No cameras. No exits. No witnesses.I don’t bother dressing up. Black shirt. Rolled sleeves. Leather gloves. Gun holstered at my waist. I’m not here to talk peace. I’m here to see who has the balls to stand in front of me after putting their filthy fucking hands on my woman.Jace stands beside me, silent but watchful. Two of my best men flank the entrance, armed and ready. The whole place smells of rust and sawdust—memories of every other “meeting” that ended with someone’s body in a bag.At exactly 7:03, the bastards arrive.Nico Alvarez walks in first—cocky little shit, thinks the world owes him blood. His brother Renzo trails behind him, taller, heavier, not as loud but just as lethal. I clock the bulge at his side. Gun. Same model I trained with twenty years ago. Cute.They try to posture, to size me up like I’m still the man I used to be.Fools.“You’re looking well, Ale

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

Chapter 62– Hospital Aftermath

Alexander’s POVI don’t go home.I don’t even leave the hospital.I just sit here in the chair beside Ivy’s bed, elbows on my knees, fists knotted beneath my jaw. The fluorescent light hums overhead. The beeping of her monitors is the only proof she’s still here—still fighting.She hasn’t woken up.Her skin is pale. Bruises bloom like angry flowers across her temple and cheekbone. There’s a bandage around her ribs, and her wrist is taped where they ran an IV.I reach forward and gently place a hand on her stomach it's flat beneath the hospital gown. A nurse told me earlier the baby was still okay. Somehow. I don't know how. She should be broken in half from the way that car slammed into her side.But that heartbeat—tiny, thready, flickering on the screen—it's still there. Still fucking there.I lean in closer, palm flat over her belly.“Hey, little one,” I whisper, my voice cracking like splintered wood. “You’re still in there, huh? Hanging on.”My throat tightens. I hate this. Hate h

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

chapter 63 — The Sad News

I stare at him. My ears are ringing.“I’m sorry,” he says, voice low. “You lost the baby.”I blink. Once. Twice.No sound comes out of me.Just that sharp, clean snap of something breaking open inside my chest.I turn slowly, looking back at Ivy. She still hasn’t moved.Her skin is still pale. She doesn’t even know.I walk to her bedside, like I’m on fucking autopilot. Sit down. Stare at the curve of her cheek, the lashes that lie too still against her bruised skin.I place a hand on her stomach again. But this time, there’s nothing underneath.No flutter. No flicker. Just silence.I swallow back the roar rising in my throat. A primal, shattering sound that wants to tear out of me and level this whole fucking building.I close my eyes and press my forehead to her stomach. Again. One last time.“Fuck,” I whisper. My voice shakes. “I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t protect you. I—”The door creaks again.Jess. She doesn’t say anything this time. She just stands there and watches me.And I kno

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

chapter 64 – Discharged (But Not Whole)

Alexander’s POVThree Days Later – Hospital Discharge DayThe hospital hallway smells like antiseptic and grief.I push Ivy’s wheelchair slowly, even though I know she hates every goddamn second of it. The nurse offered to take over, but she gave me that look—that quiet don’t even fucking think about it look—and I didn’t argue. I need this just as much as she does. To be the one helping her out of here. To be the one bringing her home.To feel like I can still do something.She hasn’t spoken much in the last few days. And I haven’t pushed. Her silence isn’t emptiness—it’s pain, curled in on itself. She lost our baby. Her baby. And nothing I say will ever be enough.But I’m here. Always.She’s dressed in one of my black t-shirts, oversized on her frame, and a pair of leggings Jess brought from home. There’s still a bandage at her temple and bruises across her arms and ribs, but the swelling is down. Her body is healing. Slowly. Her soul…That’s another story.When we reach the car, I o

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Chapter 65 – The Vows

Ivy’s POV(Two Months Later – Private Ceremony, Late Afternoon)The air is thick with heat and hunger—not from the weather, but from him.From us.There’s no church bells, no cathedral ceilings, no sweeping orchestras. No smiling relatives or clinking glasses. Just the soft rustle of fabric, the scent of lilies curling through the air, and the low thrum of tension that vibrates between our bodies like a second heartbeat.This isn’t a wedding. This is a reckoning.It’s been two months since the attack. Since we buried the version of ourselves that believed peace was simple. Since the miscarriage nearly gutted me and nearly broke him. We never truly healed—we just got sharper. Meaner. Closer.Now here we are.Standing in front of one another, dressed in white. Of course we are. My dress is silk and sin, molded to every curve, the neckline scandalously low because I like how it makes him look at me. His suit is custom—jet black, sharp, almost cruel in its cut—and yet, somehow, he looks l

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 66 – The Vows (cont.)

Ivy’s POVMy heart’s not racing. It’s galloping.Fucking sprinting in my chest like it’s about to shatter my ribs and leap into his hands.Alexander’s vow still echoes inside me. Raw. Dark. Beautiful. It didn’t sound like a promise—it sounded like a claim. Like I just signed my soul away with a kiss and a smirk.And I don’t regret a goddamn second of it.He’s watching me now. Eyes locked. Breathing steady. Waiting.There’s always been this thing between us—dangerous, magnetic, like we’re not supposed to exist in the same room, let alone the same bed, same life, same name.But we do. We always have. And today, I speak it into the world.“I, Ivy,” I begin, my voice steady—deadly calm, like the pause before a storm, “take you, Alexander…”I pause, my lips curling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow like he knows what’s coming.“...not just as my husband,” I continue, stepping forward so there’s no air between us, “but as my master, my obsession, and my very favorite problem.”Jess lets

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

Chapter 67 — The Night She Became Mine

Alexander’s POVThe second the door shuts behind us, I lock it. Not because I think someone’s coming in.But because the part of me that’s still fucking feral from almost losing her—wants the whole goddamn world out.She turns to me, all soft silk and flushed cheeks, and my body aches. My knuckles flex like they’re ready to break something if I don’t touch her soon.I reach behind me, pull my tie loose, and toss it to the floor. “Strip,” I say, voice low.Her breath catches. I watch her eyes dilate. Pupils blown wide with heat.She licks her lips. “Right here?” she whispers.I close the distance between us in two steps, grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger.“Where else, Mrs. Wolfe?” I murmur. “You belong to me now. That dress is just in my fucking way.”She shivers. And then— slowly, like she wants to drive me insane— she peels the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The white silk pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels and the thin lace I bought to go

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Chapter 68 – The Claiming

Alexander’s POVShe’s still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussy’s pulsing—clenching around nothing like it’s begging to be filled.“Color?” I ask, low and rough.She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, “Green, Daddy.”Goddamn right.I grab her hips, flip her effortlessly onto her stomach, and yank her ass high. She gasps as her knees slide apart on instinct, back arching for me.“Look at you.” My voice is gravel and want. “Fucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.”I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “Do you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?”She whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.“Say it,” I growl, lining up behind her. “Say who owns you.”“You do,” she moans, breathless. “You fucking own me.”I slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrust—and we both break.Her scream tears through the room as her b

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Chapter 69 — The Pregnancy Reveal

Ivy’s POVTwo months after the weddingI stare at the stick in my hand like it might explode.No—scratch that. I’m staring at it like it already has. Like it's detonated my heart, flipped my soul inside out, and left me standing in the master bathroom of Alexander’s mansion, barefoot, with my fingers trembling and my lungs refusing to breathe.Two lines. Bold. Unapologetic.Pregnant.I swallow hard, my other hand gripping the edge of the marble sink. My knees feel like they might give out, and for a second I wonder if I should sit down—but I can’t. My body’s frozen. My mind is racing. My stomach twists in slow, hot spirals of fear and joy and memory.The last time...I press a hand against my stomach, instinctively. There’s nothing yet. No bump. Just the tiniest bloom of something new. Something terrifying. Something hopeful.And this time, it feels different.This time, my body doesn’t feel broken. It feels... ready. Like my heart knew before my brain did.A quiet knock at the bathro

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

Chapter 70 — Epilogue

One and a half Year LaterIvy’s POVThe mansion is quiet… too quiet.And that usually means two things: either something’s broken, or my husband and our son are up to no good.Spoiler alert: it’s both.I round the corner into the sunken living room—and there they are. My entire world. Chaos and charm wrapped in two very dangerous packages.Alexander’s lying on his back on the massive velvet rug in nothing but gray sweats and smug satisfaction, while our one-year-old son climbs his chest like it’s a jungle gym. He’s got Alexander’s dark hair and my eyes, with this smirk that’s definitely not innocent. His tiny hand tugs at his father’s chain, and the other is holding… oh my God.“Is that—” I gasp. “Did he break your Rolex?!”Alexander lifts his head like he’s not even the slightest bit concerned. “Technically, he dismantled it. That’s innovation.”“Alexander!”He shrugs. “He’s got good taste.”“Our son is chewing on a watch that costs more than my entire degree!”“He’s a Wolfe, sweethe

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

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