Semua Bab OBSESSED WITH MY TEMPTING STEPFATHER: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Kendra had always believed her father, Vincent, was strong. A man of steel. Untouchable by age or weakness.But the moment she saw the medical report on his desk, her world tilted.She clutched the papers, her hands trembling as her eyes scanned the words:Stage Four Pancreatic Cancer.The stark reality hit like a punch to the gut."No..." Her voice came out barely above a whisper.Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to Vincent, who sat calmly in his chair, watching her with an indifferent expression. But beneath that stillness, something twisted-buried emotions he refused to show."Dad..." she choked out, shaking her head. "You can't-" She gestured to the report in disbelief. "You can't be sick. This can't be real."Vincent exhaled slowly, folding his hands together. "Kendra, sit down."Her hand went over her red-dyed hair in frustration, dragging it messily down her face. But she remained standing, her body tight with disbelief."How long have you known?""A few months."Her brea

How could Sarah be at the scene?Why would Sarah kill Kendra? Was she even capable of murder? What could have possibly driven her to that?Despite himself, Vincent needed answers. It was the only way he could stay remotely sane. The tears didn’t come—only raw, shocking pain settled deep inside him.He didn’t wait for the nurse to return before he ripped the IV needle from his hand. The sting didn’t register. He got up, steadying himself with a sharp breath.He was leaving.At the holding cell, Sarah looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks streaked with dried tears. The moment she saw him, she shot forward, clutching the bars with trembling hands.“Vincent!” Her voice was hoarse, a gasp soaked in emotion. “I’m so sorry this had to happen. I swear to you—I didn’t do this. You know me… right? You know I couldn’t have—someone set me up!”She was holding onto hope by a thread. But Vincent’s eyes—the pain in them—were unlike anything she’d ever s

Back at the Laurent estate, Vincent stood in his private gym, his fists crashing into the heavy punching bag with relentless force. Sweat clung to his skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.Kendra’s pale, lifeless face haunted him.Every punch was another scream buried in silence. Another demand for justice. Another stab of helpless rage.Then—Sarah’s face.Her terrified expression when the cuffs clicked around her wrists. Her sobs. Her desperation.Why did that image disturb him just as much?He wanted justice for Kendra. But his instincts whispered louder with each passing minute.If Sarah had done this—why hadn’t she run?Why had she stayed?Why had someone directed the police to her? What was the person doing there in the first place? Was it just a random witness—or a puppetmaster?Vincent exhaled, stepping away from the bag. His knuckles throbbed, but the ache did little to calm the storm inside.Then—soft, familiar arms slid around his waist.H

It started with a shuddered breath, then a small twitch of her fingers, before her eyes flew open. Her body jolted as she gasped for air.Vincent leapt to his feet. "Doctor!" he bellowed.Professionals rushed in seconds later, surrounding Kendra with urgency, adjusting machines, checking vitals, stabilizing her rapidly changing state. One of the nurses turned to Vincent. "Please, sir. We need the room."He hesitated, heart slamming in his chest, but then he nodded and stepped out.Hours passed like a slow bleed. Then finally, a nurse peeked her head out the door."She's stable now, sir. You can come in."Vincent practically ran, breath caught in his throat as he entered her ward."My God..." he whispered, emotion swelling in his chest. This is real. For the first time in weeks, something felt alive in him again.Kendra lay pale but alert, her eyes-those sharp dark eyes-flicking instantly to him the moment he entered. Her lips trembled, voice rough as she whispered, "Dad."That was all

Vincent wrung out a cloth, steam curling from the fabric as he pressed it gently against his daughter's chest. She winced, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the heat met tender skin.The gunshot wound she had sustained nearly a month ago was slowly healing, and with the help of her father's limitless resources, the best care had been administered to ensure a swift recovery.He watched her expression closely as he pulled back. Over the past few weeks, Kendra had become the strongest version of herself. But even strength had its limits, and the fatigue was beginning to show.Her red hair was tied up in a messy high bun. Her beautiful face, though pale and drawn, still held a quiet elegance. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed, but even now, she looked breathtaking.She was his daughter after all. The good-looking gene had never strayed far from their bloodline-one of the many reasons they had always drawn attention from admirers, both men and women alike.That same gene was why Vincent, a