บททั้งหมดของ More Than Just Her Stepfather: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 117

I groaned as I opened my eyes before smiling at Rip when I found myself lying on his chest. I yawned as I tilted my head back to look up at him.“Good morning, my love. How are you feeling?” he asked without even looking at me.“Better. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry that I ruined our night. I was looking forward to being alone with you,” I answered as I dragged my nails down his chest.He brushed his lips over my forehead as he responded to another message. “It’s okay, Nomes. I’m the reason you didn’t feel good last night.” He finally put his phone down to place his hand on my stomach. “And trust me, if holding your hair and rubbing your back is all I can do to help when you feel bad, then I’ll happily do it every night, because you are doing the hard part. It’s your body that’s being ravaged by our child. It’s your nutrients that are being used to help our baby grow. If you ever need me to do anything for you, regardless of whether or not you’re pregnant, all

Rip turned his head to glare at the officers. “I don’t understand how Candice is even out on the streets! Not after what she’s accused of doing!”“Well, Judge Alexander let her out on bail. We can’t do–”“Did you say Judge Alexander? As in Niles Alexander?” I asked, raising my head to look at them.They glanced at each other before sighing. “Yes, Niles Alexander. Do you know him?”I swallowed hard as I looked back up at Rip before looking at the ground. “I do know him…”His arms immediately tightened around me as Kyle asked, “How do you know him?”“He was one of the men that my mother offered me to,” I whispered as I tried to keep the tears in my eyes.“Son of a bitch,” Rip practically growled. “That judge needs to be removed from the bench and arrested!”“Yes, he does, Mr. Gerrett, and I promise you that we will. We will speak to the prosecutor and–”“No! I will speak to the prosecutor! Candice and that judge, as well as everyone else who touched Nomes and Jenny, need to be off the s

Rip (Minor Trigger Warning)After speaking with the prosecutor about making sure that Candice was removed from the picture, I still wasn’t satisfied. I was still pissed off. How dare that bitch have the nerve to come after Becky! Hadn’t she done enough damage with Naomi? As soon as the question drifted through my mind, I already knew the answer. It was never enough for her. All she cared about was money. I knew that when I divorced her. Well, I had known it longer than that, but the divorce made it even clearer. She had spent our entire marriage bitching at me about not being able to give her the life she ‘deserved’.I rolled my eyes. Yeah, the life she deserved. It was always about her, and never about Naomi. I had known that she was going to make Naomi’s life a living hell after I was out of the picture. I just hadn’t thought it would be as horrible as I now know it had been. My poor Naomi. She had been left to be tormented in ways that would haunt me until the day that I died. When

NaomiI opened my eyes, yawning as I stretched, before I froze with my mouth hanging open. Where in the hell was I? I scrambled up out of the bed, grabbing my shoes before rushing out of the room, only to immediately draw up when I saw Phoebe’s picture on the wall across from my door. My shoulders began to relax as I started to remember why I wasn’t at home. I had spent the night talking to Phoebe about my fears and worries.I was more than a little ashamed that I had even thought for a second that Rip would hurt Becky in any way. Last night, I discovered a lot about myself, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to make it up to him. I sighed deeply as I bent down to put my shoes on before reaching into my pocket to pull my phone out, instantly groaning when it was at 7%. Shit! I needed to charge it. I pulled the notification bar down, smiling softly when I saw that Rip had sent me three messages. Just three.‘I love you, baby, and I’ll be waiting for you to come home. Whenever yo