All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SASHAI couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to speak to someone but who was willing to listen? Everyone was probably busy with the hustles and bustles of life. Particularly now that they were all married.But Claire...Yeah, she was nursing Her new baby and was off duty for the meantime too. Going to Her wouldn't be a bad idea. Afterall, we were sisters with different mothers before marriage changed everything.Williams’ behavior was driving me crazy, and finding out that Ivy now worked in his company was the final straw. That girl was supposed to be gone, out of our lives. But somehow, she had crawled her way back in, and I had no one else to talk to. Claire would understand. At least, I hoped she still would.As I drove through the streets of Chicago, thoughts were racing through my head. My heart was heavy. I was angry, hurt, confused… all at once. I just needed to talk to my friend, my sister.But when I finally pulled up at Claire’s house, what happened next shook me to my core

JULIUSDinner time in prison always had the same feel—cold, loud, rushed. But today, it felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was because of how long I had been here. Or maybe it was because for the first time in my life, I was finally beginning to feel the weight of all I had done.The guards shouted, and all of us started walking slowly to the dining hall. Chains dragged on the floor, and no one spoke unless it was to curse or complain. I limped my way forward, my body now far from what it used to be. My skin had gone pale, my belly that once showed pride was gone, and my hair—what was left of it—had turned completely grey. My hands were weak, and my legs ached all the time. I looked like someone who had given up. Maybe I had.I sat at the far end of the dining table, as usual. That corner had become my spot over the past few years. I looked around and saw other prisoners eating without a care. Fights sometimes broke out during dinner, but tonight, everyone seemed quiet.Soon, the kitch

SASHAThe car ride to the hospital was a blur. All I could hear was the thudding of my heart and Jayden’s faint breathing in my arms. Williams drove like a mad man, honking, swerving, shouting, but none of it mattered. My baby wasn’t saying a word. His tiny head had hit the tiled floor, and he had become unconcious and hadn’t moved or cried like he usually did when he fell.We burst into the hospital, yelling for help. Nurses rushed forward, taking Jayden from me. My dress and his were soaked in his own blood and I felt my knees go weak. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Williams was pacing, running his hands through his hair, looking like he might lose it.I kept pacing like a woman who was possessed, my heart skipped beats and my hands couldn't stop trembling. I couldn't say a word. All I could do was mutter prayers under my breath like chants.My little Jayden was in there, fighting for his life because of our carelessness. "If anything happens to him," Williams suddenly s

SASHAI didn’t have much when I left Williams’ house—just a few clothes, my documents, and pain sitting deep in my chest. But I found a small apartment on the edge of town. It wasn’t anything fancy—just a tiny one-bedroom with squeaky windows and a leaking tap in the kitchen. But it was mine. Quiet, simple, safe.After days of searching, I got a job at a local spa—DRIOS SPA AND RELIEFS, not as anything fancy, just as their temporary accountant. Numbers weren’t new to me. I had handled budgets, bills, and balances before. It paid enough to cover my rent and feed me, and for now, that was enough.But every time I finished my work and looked up from the dusty desk, I found myself watching the spa therapists. Their movements were calm, almost graceful. There was something soothing about the way they spoke to clients, worked on tired backs, helped people breathe again."Thank you Miss Rita. Your hands work like magic" I watched customers thank Rita, head of masseurs and I wished I could b

SASHA“Wait... Did you just say I have a problem? You had the effrontery to ask me that? Do you even know who I am?” Mr. Daniel shouted, the thickness of his voice was capable of bringing down a building from it's roof. It was literally scary.I froze. My heart skipped,. Before I could say anything, Rita and Mr. Marcelo rushed out of the spa."What is the matter Mr. Daniel? Please, calm down." Mr. Marcelo said, his voice low and trying to keep the peace.Daniel pointed at me. “I came outside and saw this girl leaning on my car like it was a park bench. With her dirty clothes. And when I told her to move, she started insulting me.”I gasped. “That’s a lie! I didn’t insult...”“Sasha,” Mr. Marcelo cut me off quickly. “Let him speak.”I kept quiet, swallowing my words even though my throat felt tight.Daniel kept going. “You hire people like this? Is this what your spa has become? Untrained, rude girls touching first-class citizens? Mr. Marcelo?"I looked away. My cheeks burned from sha