All Chapters of All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

“Take off your clothes.” Diego whispered to her. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of rain tapping against the windows.Diego stood in the bathroom doorway, water still dripping from his hair and running down his bare chest in slow, glistening trails. The towel hung low on his hips, barely holding on. Mallory still held the two steaming mugs of tea in her hands as it fell off immediately.Diego looked at her, the air between them suddenly thick and heavy with everything they had never dared to say.Mallory whispered, her voice shaky, “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do such.”Diego stepped closer, his voice soft but rough around the edges, “It’s okay. Leave it.”He took the second mug from her trembling fingers and set it on the dresser. Their hands brushed, and that small touch sent a spark through both of them. Neither pulled away.Mallory breathed out, her eyes dropping to his chest, “We shouldn’t… Cierra is your wife. She’s

Cierra's POV The car window rolled down slowly, and the world narrowed to a single point.Raindrops slid down the glass like tears, but nothing could hide the face behind it. I stood frozen on the wet sidewalk, soaked and shaking, my scream dying in my throat the moment our eyes met.It was George.He stared back at me, confusion flickering across his face first, then a slow frown. He didn’t recognize me right away.I was too broken, too bloody, too changed from the girl he once knew. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to place the familiar face in front of him.“Lady, what the hell were you thinking?” he said, voice low and stern. “You almost got yourself killed. You looked familiar back at the fuel station, but this is insane. Are you okay? Do you need help?”His words were scolding, protective in that old way I remembered, but there was no spark of recognition yet.The rain poured harder, soaking us both. My chest tightened. Tears rushed to my eyes, hot and sudden, mixing wit

Cierra's POV The kiss shattered first. Cierra pulled away suddenly, lips still tingling, breath coming in short, uneven bursts.Rain poured down around them in steady sheets, soaking their clothes and turning the pavement into a mirror of gray light.George looked at her, eyes wide with confusion and something deeper.... hurt, longing, the weight of ten lost years all crashing into this single moment. Water streamed down his face, making his light hair cling to his forehead. He didn’t move, he just stared at her as if trying to understand why the woman he had just kissed with all the love he had carried for a decade had suddenly stopped.“Why did you stop?” George asked, his voice low and rough with emotion, barely rising above the sound of the rain.Cierra took a small step back, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break through her ribs.The rain felt colder now, like it was trying to wash away the heat of the kiss and the guilt that came with it.She wrapped her arm

Cierra's POV Morning came in slowly, like it was careful not to disturb anything. The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I hadn’t really slept. My body had rested, yes, but my mind had been awake the whole night, turning over thoughts I didn’t want to face.I lay still for a few seconds, staring ahead, trying to gather myself. For a moment, I almost allowed myself to pretend that everything was normal, that this was just another morning, that I didn’t have a reason to leave.Then I turned my head slightly. George was still asleep beside me.He looked peaceful, like nothing in the world could touch him. His breathing was calm, his face relaxed, and for a moment, I just watched him.Last night came back to me slowly, the long conversation, the way I almost forgot everything that stood between us. For a few hours, I wasn’t thinking about the past. I wasn’t thinking about what I had done.But now, it was all back. My chest tightened as the truth pushed its way forward again. I killed his f