All Chapters of Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter 101 – Roman Panics — Total Protector Mode

LENAThe next morning, I woke up to the sound of Roman arguing in the hallway. His voice wasn’t raised, but it had that low, sharp edge I’d learned to recognize — the one that said he was barely holding it together.“I don’t care what the schedule says,” he snapped. “Push the meeting. Cancel the investor dinner. She’s not leaving this hospital until you tell me she’s one hundred percent okay.”Dr. Patel’s calm voice tried to soothe him, but it didn’t work. “Roman, please. I understand you’re worried, but stress isn’t just physical for her. She needs peace — that includes from your panic.”There was a beat of silence, then the sound of him exhaling hard, like he was trying to hold his temper. “Peace doesn’t mean pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”I sighed quietly, staring at the white ceiling above me. The faint beeping of the monitor beside my bed echoed softly in the room. I hated hospitals — the smell of antiseptic, the cold sheets, the sterile quiet. But mostly, I hated f

Chapter 102 – After the Scare

LENAThe house was quiet when we came home from the hospital. Too quiet. The kind of silence that hums in your ears, like the world itself is holding its breath.Roman’s hand never left mine, even as he guided me inside, his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin. I could feel the tightness in his body — every step, every breath, the worry he tried to hide.He didn’t speak until the door shut behind us.“Sit down,” he said softly, his voice deeper than usual. “You shouldn’t be on your feet for too long.”“I’m fine,” I said, trying to smile. “It was just exhaustion.”He turned to me then, eyes storm-dark and intense. “Exhaustion doesn’t make you nearly collapse in my arms, Lena.”I swallowed, guilt pooling in my chest. “I’ve just been juggling too much lately. The brand launch, the blog, Isabella, and—”“And you forgot to take care of yourself,” he interrupted, frustration breaking through his calm. “Do you have any idea what that did to me? Seeing you pale and weak, barely able to st

Chapter 103 – Gender Reveal — Twin Boys

LENAThe morning sunlight poured through the windows like melted gold, touching everything in our living room with warmth. I sat on the couch, hands nervously clasped over my belly, which had already started to show. Roman paced back and forth like a man waiting for a verdict.It had been two weeks since the doctor confirmed my pregnancy. Two weeks of him hovering over me like a hawk—making sure I ate every three hours, drank enough water, rested enough, and didn’t lift even a single grocery bag. But today was different. Today, we were finding out the gender—or genders, as our doctor had hinted mysteriously during my last check-up.Roman had organized a small gender reveal party at our private garden. Just family, a few friends, and the ever-intrusive press waiting outside the gates. I told him we could keep it simple, but Roman Wolfe and simple were rarely in the same sentence.I glanced down at Isabella, who was playing with the ribbons tied to my wrist. “You excited to find out if

Chapter 104 – Vivian Attends the Event Peacefully

LENAThe baby brand launch event was supposed to be the biggest day of my year — maybe even my life. Months of planning, designing, and perfecting every little detail had led up to this moment. Roman had insisted we host it at one of the luxury venues downtown, and even though I’d argued for something smaller, he’d said, “If it’s yours, it deserves to be seen.”And now, here I was, standing in front of the floor-length mirror in my dressing room, smoothing out the soft white dress over my growing bump. My heart fluttered nervously as I looked at my reflection. My body had changed again — fuller, softer, glowing, Roman always said — but I still wasn’t used to seeing myself like this.Isabella ran into the room, her tiny shoes tapping on the marble floor. “Mommy, you look like a princess!” she squealed.I bent down carefully and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, baby. You look beautiful too.”She twirled in her pale pink dress, giggling. “Daddy said I’m the star of the show.”“Of course

Chapter 105 – Lena Bonds with Her Father

LENAThe air outside the house smelled like rain. The sky was heavy with clouds, gray and still, like the world was holding its breath.I stood by the window with a cup of tea in my hand, watching droplets start to gather on the glass. My thoughts were far from the drizzle though—they were tangled in memories I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to untangle completely.It had been months since the court case. Months since I stood face to face with David Carter, the man who’d given me life and then vanished for most of it. The man who had come back into my world in the most complicated, painful way possible.At first, I didn’t know what to do with the anger. I had told myself for so long that I didn’t need him—that I was fine without a father. But when I saw him that day, older and frailer than I remembered, I couldn’t help but feel something shift. It wasn’t forgiveness, not right away. But maybe curiosity. Or a quiet longing I didn’t want to admit to.And now, for the first time since the

Chapter 106 – Roman Gives Her the Deed to Their Home

LENAThe morning light filtered softly through the white curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Isabella’s giggles echoed faintly from down the hall—her new favorite game was throwing her toys out of the crib and calling for me to fetch them.But this morning, I didn’t rush to her room right away. I was still lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind somewhere else entirely.I hadn’t told Roman about the message from last night. I’d deleted it before I could second-guess myself. The words were still burned into my mind though—It’s about your father. There’s something he didn’t tell you.I tried to brush it off. Tried to convince myself that it was some weird prank or maybe someone trying to stir up more drama after everything that had happened. But my chest wouldn’t unclench.Roman noticed my silence almost immediately. He always did.When he came into the room, he was dressed casually—white shirt, gray sweatpants, and that sleepy look that made my heart flutter even no

Chapter 107 – Lena’s Blog Goes Viral

LENAI never meant for it to go viral. Honestly, it started as something simple—almost therapeutic. A way to get the thoughts out of my head without screaming them into a pillow or waking Roman at two in the morning with my restless tossing.It was late, probably close to midnight, and the rain outside hadn’t stopped since sunset. Roman was asleep in the nursery chair, his head tilted awkwardly against the wall, one of the twins nestled in his arms. I didn’t have the heart to wake him.So I sat in my corner of the house, laptop open, fingers hovering over the keys as the cursor blinked back at me.The title came to me before the words did.“Becoming a Mother in a World That Hated Me.”I didn’t overthink it. I just started writing.I wrote about the isolation. About being judged for falling in love with the wrong man at the wrong time. About learning to love a child when the world said I shouldn’t have one. I wrote about the moments no one saw—the 3 a.m. feedings, the guilt that came f

Chapter 108 – Her Story Inspires Others

LENA I never thought I’d become someone people looked up to. It still feels strange to even write that sentence. For so long, I was the scandal, the whispered-about girl in the corner of every room. The name people only mentioned behind their hands. Now, somehow, my words—those late-night, heart-spilled paragraphs—were inspiring strangers across the world. It started small. A message here, a comment there. But soon, the tone of my inbox changed. I wasn’t just getting questions or interview requests anymore. I was getting stories. Real ones. Women from all over began reaching out to me, sharing pieces of themselves they’d never said out loud. Some wrote about broken marriages, some about single motherhood, some about rediscovering their strength after losing everything. There were young girls too, writing about fear and love, asking if it ever stops feeling so heavy. Reading them made me realize how connected we all were, even in pain. I remember one email vividly—from a woman na

Chapter 109 – Roman Gets a Movie Deal for Her Memoir

LENA If someone had told me a year ago that my life would turn into a movie, I would’ve laughed until I cried. I was barely surviving back then—trying to piece myself together, still unsure how to exist in a world that had turned me into a headline. But somehow, here I was, sitting in Roman’s office, staring at him in complete disbelief as he told me the news. “You’re joking,” I said, blinking at him from across his massive desk. Roman leaned back in his chair, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “Do I look like I’m joking?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation, clutching my coffee mug. “You absolutely do.” He chuckled softly, leaning forward again. “Lena, I’m serious. They want to buy the rights to your memoir. A major production company. The same one that made that film about the woman who built her own business empire after a scandal. You remember it?” I froze. Of course I remembered. It had been one of my favorite films—a story of redemption, survival, and love that felt p

Chapter 110 – Wedding Planning Resumes

If someone had told me two years ago that I’d be planning a wedding with Roman Wolfe—again, and this time for real—I probably would’ve laughed and cried at the same time. After everything we’d been through, the idea of standing in front of our family and friends to officially say “I do” felt like something out of a dream I wasn’t sure I deserved. But here we were, right back in the whirlwind of wedding planning, with swatches of fabric, floral catalogs, and a to-do list that could make even the most organized person want to run away.I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by samples of ivory lace and blush silk. The twins were napping upstairs, the house unusually quiet except for the faint hum of Roman’s phone calls in his office. I tried to focus on the planner in front of me but kept getting distracted by how surreal it all felt.“Okay, Lena,” I muttered to myself. “Step one—find a dress that won’t make you trip over your own feet.”Just then, Roman appeared in the

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