All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SASHAA month had gone by. Thirty long days of sleepless nights, relentless overthinking, and the weight of expectations pressing down on my shoulders. Now, I sat beside Emily inside the sleek conference room of The Julius Empire. The air buzzed with tension as board members filed in one after the other-well-dressed, powerful, and their judgmental eyes scanning every inch of the polished table. This was it.The final judgment.I adjusted the hem of my red blazer and stole a quick glance at Emily who looked too confident for my liking, her scarlet lipstick matched the heels that tapped against the floor with every slight movement.At the head of the table, the board chairman, Mr. Patrick Holloway, rose. He was a tall, aging man with thick grey hair and a calm yet commanding voice that could slice through silence like a blade."Good morning, esteemed members of the board," he began, his voice smooth but firm. "I want to personally welcome you all today as we come together to address a

WILLIAMSThe rain had calmed to a drizzle by the time I arrived at the hospital, but the water on the windows still clung like they were teardrops refusing to let go.I stepped into the room and saw her - my Sasha, lying there in the hospital bed, pale, still, but breathing.My heart clenched.She looked so fragile, tucked under the white sheets with a drip in her hand and her hair a little messy. I walked closer, each step heavy with regret. Guilt pricked me from my inside."Sasha..." I whispered, my voice caught somewhere between relief and anger. "you scared me."Then she opened her eyes slowly. "I'm fine," she whispered back, trying to sit up."Hey," I moved quickly to steady her, "don't stress yourself."She winced her while her body tensed under my hands.I pulled the chair closer and sat beside her, unable to look away. She was still so damn beautiful, even in pain."You came..." she said with a weak smile."Of course I did," I muttered. "I left everything the moment I heard."

WILLIAMSIt had been four months since Emily became the CEO of Dad's company. Four long, quiet months filled with silence, awkward stares, and a crumbling marriage I barely even remembered consenting to.I lay on my bed, one hand tucked under my head, the other mindlessly scrolling through my phone. Nothing made sense anymore. My heart still longed for Sasha, but everything around me reminded me that I was really tied to someone else. Someone I didn't love. Someone who wore my last name but could never have my heart.A gentle knock came on the door, followed by the familiar sound of slippers on the tiled floor.I didn't look up. "What do you want?" I asked flatly.Emily said nothing at first. Then, she walked toward the edge of the bed and dropped a brown envelope beside my arm.I glanced at it. "What's this?""Open it," she said, her voice was emotionless and casual... like she was handing me a grocery list.Something about the tone of her voice made my skin crawl. I dropped the phon

JULIUSWeeks had passed in a strange silence. The house was oddly calm-too calm. Emily had resumed her routine, walking around like everything was perfect. Sasha was quiet, withdrawn, almost like a ghost. Williams kept to himself, attending to business issues, taking care of the baby now and then, but mostly locked up in his thoughts. And me? I watched. I observed. I waited.Then came the evening that changed everything.We were all seated in the living room. The soft hum of the AC filled the silence. Sasha sat stiffly at the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Emily held the baby, gently rocking him in her arms, while glancing around nervously. I sat in my armchair, sipping slowly from a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid burning down my throat. Williams stood in front of us, his expression unreadable."I called for this meeting because there's something I need to clear up," Williams said, his voice steady but laced with emotion.I raised an eyebrow. "What is it,

EMILYI didn't expect to be woken up that morning with a knock so aggressive that it rattled my bones. I had barely finished feeding my son, when Williams barged into my room without waiting for permission. His eyes were cold, distant -nothing like the eyes of the man I was living with."Williams, what is it?" I asked, trying to mask the unease crawling up my spine.He didn't speak. He just dropped a white envelope on the bed beside me and folded his arms."What's this?" I picked it up with trembling fingers, slowly tearing it open. The second I read the header, I felt my stomach clench. "DIVORCE PAPERS""I'm done," he said calmly, almost too calmly. "Sign it, Emily."I stared at him, blinking fast. "Williams, you can't be serious...our baby...your son is barely three months-""He's not my son!" he thundered, his voice shattering the quiet of the room. "You keep making this difficult. You slept with someone else and tried to pass that child off as mine."Tears rushed to my eyes befor