Todos los capítulos de Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

LENAI sat at the small dining table that doubled as my workspace, my laptop open, half a dozen tabs staring back at me like accusations. Old drafts. Unfinished manuscripts. Business plans I had once been proud of, now frozen in time like fossils from a life that felt unreal.I rubbed my temples and leaned back in the chair.I couldn’t keep living like this.Running away had been necessary. Taking the children somewhere safe had been necessary. But surviving wasn’t the same as living, and I couldn’t pretend that my savings would magically stretch forever. Three children didn’t care about emotional wounds. They needed food. Stability. A future.And that future couldn’t rely on anyone else.Not Ava. Not Roman. Not even Billy.I straightened up and cracked my fingers, forcing myself into focus.Writing had always been my anchor. Before Roman. Before the chaos. Before everything collapsed into a mess of contracts, betrayals, and blood ties that shouldn’t have existed. I had built somethin

LENAI should have ignored her call.But as always, I couldn’t.There was something about my mother’s voice that always drew me in, even when I didn’t want it to. Her voice was smooth, almost too calm, like she was always in control—always knowing what to say to get a reaction out of me. My pulse was still racing from my conversation with Roman, and yet, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing the green button, connecting me to Vivian.The moment I heard her laugh, I regretted it.It wasn’t a loud laugh. It wasn’t the kind that could fill a room. But it was enough to make my stomach drop. A quiet, almost sadistic sound, one that I’d heard so many times growing up, and one that still made me feel like a child, even now.“You finally answered,” Vivian said, her voice dripping with amusement. “I thought I’d never hear from you again.”I should have told her I wasn’t in the mood for her games. I should have said something sharp, something to make her feel at least a fraction of the anger boi

Ava’s POVI watched Lena interact with her children from across the room, her laughter and soft words filling the air, a gentle balm over the wounds I knew still cut deep. It had been weeks since she’d left Roman, and though she was putting on a brave face, I could see the cracks—her hesitations, her silences. It wasn’t just the man who betrayed her that haunted her, it was the life she had built with him, the illusion of happiness that had shattered in a way she hadn’t expected.And now, she was here—staying in a house that wasn’t hers, with a man who wasn’t Roman, though I couldn’t quite decide what role Billy played in all of this. Was he truly just helping her, or was there something more? I couldn’t help but wonder, but I had to be careful. Lena had been through enough already. She needed someone to steady her, not someone who would throw another complication into the mix. Another broken heart wasn’t something Lena could afford right now, not when she was still trying to pick up

Lena's POVThe kiss had left me in a whirlwind of emotions I wasn’t prepared to deal with. After the brief, unexpected moment with Billy, everything felt different. He had become a constant presence in my life, but after that kiss, there was a distance between us that hadn’t been there before. Billy was busy with his own life, his own work, and though I couldn’t exactly blame him for pulling back, it felt like we had both retreated to our own corners. The connection we shared had been something easy and comfortable, but now it was complicated.I tried not to think about it too much. After all, the last thing I needed right now was another emotional complication. I was already treading through enough heartache, enough confusion. My thoughts should have been focused on my children, on building something stable for them after everything that had happened, but my mind kept wandering back to that moment. Back to Billy’s touch.I had gotten used to the quiet of the house, the peacefulness t

LENASix months had passed without me realizing when the days began to blur into something that felt almost normal.Not easy. Not perfect. Just… livable.At night, my world belonged to my laptop. The glow of the screen became my moonlight, my quiet companion while the house slept. I wrote, revised, deleted, rewrote again. Some nights the words flowed like they had been waiting patiently for me to return. Other nights, I stared at the screen until my eyes burned, my fingers hovering uselessly above the keyboard.During the day, I belonged to my children.Mornings were noisy and messy. Isabella always woke up first, already full of opinions about breakfast and what she wanted to wear. The twins followed like a small storm, one laughing too loud, the other clinging to my leg until I promised extra pancakes. I learned their new rhythms, their new smiles, the way they adjusted to this quieter life without realizing they were healing too.Billy and Ava came often.Sometimes together. Someti