All Chapters of Straight Until Him: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The Rat Found

Alessandro’s POVI walked into the Romano mansion, and as always, the silence hit me first. The sort of stillness that hangs in the air, like everything is forever simply a slightly overly flawless.I threw my keys on the table and began making my path facing the lounge when I detected the known jocular tone of my mother.“So,” she said, a slight tease in her tone. “How was your date with Micah?”I froze mid-step. She always saw through me like a damn window."Um..." I cleared my pharynx, attempting to ponder on anything that did not entail the details of what had transpired. “It was good, Mom. Real good.”She smiled, that knowing smile she always gave me when she could see right through me. “Hmm. I can tell from your face that it went very well. You look… well-fucked.”I stiffened, heat rushing to my face. “Mom!”She giggled, a gentle joyful noise which made me feel equally embarrassed plus extremely fond of her instantly. "Ooh, don't pretend to be so naive, sweetheart. I'm your moth

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

The Fall

Marcus’s POVI heard the blares long before I spotted the flickering lights. It was an ear splitting, discordant clamor that appeared to reverberate inside my brain, more deafening than anything else. The police were approaching closer, nearing my hiding place, and I did not possess much time. Not sufficient to ponder barely adequate to act.I dashed out from the cabin; my shelter, as though someone ignited a fire beneath my soles; losing traction in the sludge, legs propelling and injecting sheer and unmixed stimulation. No way was I just rolling over. Not my style. The trees appeared teeming, filled with that disgusting, repulsive, foul damp humid scent of moist foliage plus every confounded accursed branch looked resolute and intent to strike me precisely on the face as I dashed across them.But I was not fast enough.I hardly had a moment to bat an eyelid before I slammed to the ground. Boom, two police officers on top of me crushing the entire oxygen out of my respiratory organs.

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

The Wrong Smile

Sandra’s POVThe apple was sour on my tongue, the knife slicing clean, each bite keeping me from screaming. The television droned in the background, and then the words cut sharper than any blade.“Breaking news. Marcus Chen, heir of Chen Corp, has been arrested in his countryside safe house. Sources confirm….”“Shut up!” My throat caught; I just lost it; chucked the plate right at the damn screen. Glass exploded everywhere, sparks popping like cheap fireworks.The maids gasped.“Ma’am…”“Get out!”Their shoes clicked like some frantic metronome, skirts whispering secrets with every hurried step as they shot down the hall; seriously, blink and I would have missed them. The butler; oh man, he just stood there, looking like a deer in the world’s fanciest headlights, twisting his hands so hard one would think he was trying to strangle his own nerves. You ever see someone absolutely out of their depth? That was him.“Please, Miss Sandra, please calm yourself. It will only…”“Only what? C

Last Updated : 2025-09-27

The Edge of Panic

Micah’s POVWhat just happened? My own dear sister stabbed me. Now I have to believe she’s truly mad in the hard way.I clutched my stomach, feeling a metallic taste on my palate, heat radiating through my hands has I applied pressure with more force upon the cut.“Hold still, sir! You’re losing blood!”The butler's sounded hysterical, his palms trembling as he pressed upon mine attempting to keep me steady."I... I'm okay," I spoke hoarsely, neglecting the fire sneaking into my sight. Just a scratch."“Scratch?” His eyes were wide, almost incredulous. “You’re bleeding like…”I huffed, pain flickering through me, “I said I’m fine.""I just… need to get you to the car. Now.”Sandra stood frozen, knife still in hand, but her gaze; cold, detached, didn’t move from me. Her expression was blank. Not even shock. Not even regret. Nothing.“You’re… insane,” I muttered through gritted teeth, glancing at her. “Absolutely insane.”She didn’t respond. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even flinch as the butle

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

Broken Bonds

Alessandro’s POV“Micah.”“Mother… Father.”“Look at you lying here. What did you do? Hm? Tell me, what did you say to Sandra? You must have provoked her.”“What? Mother”“What, is that not the truth? Do not look at me like that. Don’t you dare. You know how Sandra can be, yet you kept pushing. Did you call her names? Did you insult her? Did you touch her things? Speak!”“Enough.” I could not bear it any longer. I have always known Micah’s mother not to be sensible but did not know she is as gullible as this. Who accuses their son who almost saw death?“Excuse me?”“I said enough. He is bleeding, he was stabbed, stabbed not that he fell off a stairs or banged his head on a table but the first thing you do is accuse him? What kind of mother are you?”“You do not talk to me like that, young man. Why are you even here? This is family business.”“Why am I here? Family business?” I scoff. “Your daughter stabbed your son. And the first words out of your mouth are ‘what did you do to her?’ N

Last Updated : 2025-09-29

Love in the Crossfire

Micah’s POV“Why did you send him out?” I ask, gripping the hospital bed rails tighter than I should. My voice is firm but trembling.“You had no right to…”“Why can’t I?” my mother interrupts, eyes sharp.“He’s my love,” I snap, teeth gritting.Her eyes widen. “Love? You’re really going to date him?”“Going to? I already am,” I shoot back, my voice louder than I meant."That is your sister's betrothed," she snaps, taking a stride nearer."Was," I declare bluntly, allowing the term linger in the air like a knife.“Enough!” my father suddenly shouts, turning sharply toward her. “This is a hospital, not a battlefield. If you want someone to question, go to your daughter. And just so you know, it’s time to lock her up. You should be glad the Romanos didn’t take her matter up.”“She’s your daughter,” my mother mutters, voice softer now, almost a whimper.“And she is his sister,” my father shoots back, tone sharp, “yet see what happened.”“You can’t blame her. He stole her fiancé,” she cou

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

A Mother’s Hands

Mrs. Romano’s POV“Can you believe this?” I whispered, gripping the armrest of the sofa.“What now?” my husband asked, stepping into the room, jacket still hanging off his shoulder.“So you have not heard? Micah… Sandra stabbed him.”He froze. “What?”“You heard me. His own sister. She stabbed him.”He blinked, shook his head once, then waved a hand. “The Duvalls’ problems are not our business.”“Not our business?” I snapped back, my tone harsher than I wanted it to. “That is your son's lover. Your son is with him. Alessandro ran out of here because Micah was hurt. He ran out like he was being chased by a deer. Does that sound like ‘not our business’ to you?”He groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Urgggh... Why must everything circle back to me, to us?”“Because everything does,” I snapped, standing.“Where are you going?”“Where else? To the hospital obviously.""How is it obvious? Was it written on your forehead or am I a mind reader?"I laughed. "Whatever. Micah is hurt. And hospital f

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Betrayal and Breaks

Marcus’s POVI stood slouching against the chilly, hardened wall of my cell, attempting to disregard the persistent buzz of the radiant illumination above, when I heard footsteps. A guard.He rapped on the bars. “You have a visitor.”I raised an eyebrow, wondering who the hell would be stupid enough to visit me. Duvall? Romano? Or maybe Sandra; though that seemed too much to hope for.The guard unlocked the door and I stepped back, ready for whoever it was. But then I saw her.My wife.She walked into the little faintly illuminated room glowering at me. I had directly backstabbed her and her entire household. Hell, I had. Not that I care about that though. She was not smiling. She was as cold as ever.“Catherine,” I said, my voice flat. “You are back from your trip early.”She did not respond at first, just looked at me like I was some kind of disgusting creature. Then she tossed a file onto the table in front of me.“What is this?” I asked, barely looking at it.“Divorce papers,” she

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

The Quiet Moments

Alessandro’s POVThe scent of spice and fresh herb permeate the atmosphere as I observe Micah shift around the kitchen. He was humming something; likely the newest K-pop song he had been listening to.I clicked away on my notebook, hardly focusing on the screen.“You are not even feigning to work, are you?”I peered up, looking past his shoulder with a cheeky grin.“No need to feign. I’m multitasking,” I uttered, not omitting a beat.He rolled his eyes, turning back to the stove. “Sure. Just like you’re ‘multitasking’ when you ignore your emails.”“I’ve got a system,” I replied, leaning back in the chair and pushing my hair out of my face.“Your system is called procrastination,” Micah teased.“Procrastination is an art form. You would not understand,” I said with a grin.He chuckled, moving his cranium. “I’m sure. You’re the artist.”I smirked. “Exactly.”I could detect the quiet hiss coming from the skillet and the cadenced sound of Micah’s motions as he moved things around.I kicke

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

Heat of the Night

Micah’s POVThe kitchen’s warm, thick with the tang of spices from dinner. Alessandro’s leaned at the ledge, plate bare, intense eyes fixed on me as I scour a skillet. That arrogant leer, with his hair drooping over his brow, contorts my gut, like he’s devising something naughty. We’ve been lovers for months, but his stare still feels like a spark, daring me to move. I toss the scrubber away, giving him a smile, and he’s up swiftly, traversing the space in an instant. His hands grasp my pelvis, tugging me close, lips grazing my ear, fiery and rugged. "You're overly damn skilled with this culinary shit,” he whispers, voice husky, triggering a thrill coursing through my spine.I chuckle softly, my fingers digging into his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest. “What, just cooking?” I tease, but his kiss shuts me up, fierce, tongue diving past my lips. I let out a low “Mmm,” heat curling in my belly as he presses me against the counter, his body solid. His hands slip under my shi

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

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