Semua Bab Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother: Bab 121 - Bab 130

The bulb in the interrogation room buzzed like a dying insect, throwing harsh, unflinching light across Alec’s face.He sat motionless in the metal chair, wrists cuffed to the ring bolted to the table.The makeshift bandage on his shoulder had soaked through in dark patches; the pain was a steady throb, but he kept his expression blank, eyes fixed on the wall ahead.The door opened. Detective Elias Monroe entered alone, carrying a slim file folder and a Styrofoam cup of coffee, which he set down just out of Alec’s reach. He pulled out the opposite chair, sat, and opened the folder without looking up at first.“Dr Blackwood,” Monroe started, voice flat. “How are you doing? You’ve had quite the evening.”“How does it look like I'm doing?” Alec asked.The detective nodded. “Is there anything you need? Water? Coffee perhaps?” “How about a good night’s rest? As you said, it’s been a long evening.”Monroe clicked his tongue. “Let’s go over it again,” he said calmly. “You were on the roofto

The room went still.Alec stared at the phone in Salima’s hand, as if it might bite him.The line hissed faintly.“Alec. Are you there?” Nandini asked.Salima held out the phone to him, but Alec hesitated.She took his arm slowly and placed the device in his palm.“I’ll be outside.” She smiled.Salima swiftly shut the door behind her.Alec carefully put the phone to his ear. “Mom?” His voice broke.“Alec.” Nandini sobbed. “Is it really you? Please tell me I'm not dreaming.”Alec closed his eyes, blinking tears back. “It’s me, Mom.” He said. “It’s me.”Nandini’s breath hitched on the other end of the line.“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Oh my God, you’re alive.”Alec swallowed hard. His chest felt too tight, like there wasn’t enough air in the room.“I am,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Mom. For everything you’ve heard. For everything I did. For putting you through so much.”“It’s fine.” She said, “We’ll talk about all that soon. But for now…” Nandini paused. “I thought I lost you,” she contin

The air around suddenly became warm. No one moved or said a word. Roman nodded once to the nurses, who gently guided Tessa toward one of the waiting cars.“What’s going on?” Tessa asked, her voice faint as she was eased forward.“Nothing,” Roman said immediately. Soft yet steady. “I’ll be right with you.”His eyes never left the woman standing across from them.“Martha—” “It’s Mrs Kalstein to you,” she cut in sharply.Roman nodded his head, briefly. “Mrs Kalstein. What brings you here?”She laughed once—short, and brittle. “Are you genuinely clueless, Roman, or are you just trying to piss me off? Because I’m not in the mood.”Salima stepped forward then, positioning herself just slightly ahead of Roman.“Do you want to go somewhere and talk, Martha?” She asked. “We don’t have to do this out here —““I just lost my daughter.” Martha snapped. “And you want me to grab coffee for comfort, Salima?” Martha asked.“That’s not what I’m saying,” Salima replied quickly, her tone still measure

TWO WEEKS LATERTwo weeks had passed and everything had drifted into the new normal.The bedroom was dim, curtains drawn against the late-morning sun. Sheets twisted around their legs and soft moans filled the space.“Yes—fuck yes!” Tessa whimpered as Roman slowly stroked inside her. Roman moved carefully, his rhythm slow but steady.“I’m almost there,” Tessa moaned. “Fuck, faster Roman.”Roman quickened his pace. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her lips.“god, you feel so good,” he groaned, hips snapping harder.Tessa’s nails dug into his back. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”She came first—sharp cry, body arching, walls clenching tight around him.Roman followed right after, burying deep with a low, guttural “Fuck—” as he pulsed inside her.They stayed locked together a moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed.Roman kissed her temple. “I have to get up.”Tessa scoffed, eyes still closed. “I was hoping you’d stay home with me today.”“Baby we just got back from a two-week

Roman sat behind his desk, flipping through a stack of reports while Davin stood across from him, tablet in hand. The air between them was still.“Update on Martha Kalstein,” Roman said without looking up.Davin nodded. “Contained for now. She flew back to Boston this morning. Klara’s burial is scheduled for one week.”Roman finally lifted his eyes. “And after that?”“Well she’s still Martha Kalstein,” Davin said plainly. “The family has reach. Connections in politics, media, private security… if she wants to move against you, she won’t need to be in the same state to do it.”Roman nodded once. “Fine. Keep eyes on her anyway.”“Already done.”Roman turned a page. “And the hotel?”Davin tapped his screen and slid the tablet across the desk. “Blackwood Chicago is stabilising. Revenue dipped after the incident but it’s climbing back steadily.”Roman skimmed the numbers.“How’s the new manager doing?”“Solid,” Davin said. “His qualifications checked out. Staff morale has improved too. Chi