All Chapters of All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Cierra's POV “Why the fuck are the police outside?” I demanded, my voice sharp but uneven as it broke through the thick sound of my own breathing. I struggled to keep up with George’s pace, my legs already aching from how long we had been running without stopping.George didn’t slow down, he didn’t even glance back at me, and that alone made something uneasy twist inside my stomach, because when George avoided eye contact, it always meant he was thinking too fast, hiding too much, or both at once. “I have no idea,” he replied, his voice low and tight, like he was forcing calm into a situation that was already slipping out of control.We kept running, our feet pounding against the uneven ground, the sound of dry leaves crunching beneath us.Then suddenly....A body crashed into us, My heart jumping violently as I lifted my head and saw him. It was Diego.The moment our eyes met, something heavy and suffocating pressed down on my chest, a mixture of guilt and fear.“I heard the sirens

Cierra's POV “What did you do?” I demanded, my voice strained with panic as it cut through the suffocating tension filling the room.The three of us stood there...me, Diego, and George, locked in a tight, suffocating triangle of silence, staring at one another like strangers bound together by something darker than trust.George was the first to break that silence, his frustration spilling out in a sharp, controlled tone that barely masked the anger beneath. He stepped forward slightly, his eyes narrowing at me. “Why didn’t you tell him I took the body off??”I exhaled sharply, dragging my hand through my hair. “I was about to tell him, but he stabbed him before I could even say a word.”My eyes shifted toward Diego as I said it, and the moment they met his, I saw something flicker across his face...something unsteady, something that hadn’t been there before.Diego ran a hand over his face, his movements restless as he began pacing across the room, his steps uneven and agitated. “I d

Cierra's POV I dropped to the floor the moment the gunshots rang out, covering my head as the loud bangs shook the walls and sent plaster raining down.My heart hammered so hard I could barely breathe. The echoes died away, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing in the room.Slowly, I raised my head, my body still trembling. My eyes went straight to Dominic, my stepdad, standing there with the gun in his hand.“What did you just do?” I asked, my voice cracking with shock and fear. “Did you just shoot the gun?”Dominic looked at me, his face tight with confusion. “I didn’t shoot him,” he said firmly. “It wasn’t me, Cierra..”I shook my head, not believing him. Tears burned in my eyes. “You killed him. You shot the gun,” I said, my voice rising with panic.Dominic stepped forward, holding his hands out. “Cierra, listen to me. I didn’t pull the trigger. It wasn’t me,” he insisted.We kept arguing, the tension thick and heavy in the air. My hands were shaking as I pointed at him. “You

Cierra's POV I burst through the hospital doors, my voice raw and desperate as it tore from my throat. “He’s alive!” I yelled, the words echoing off the sterile white walls. “George is alive!”Without another word, we all ran toward the stretcher where the paramedics had just brought George in. He looked so pale under the harsh lights.I watched helplessly as they wheeled George away down the long, brightly lit hallway.Dominic gently pulled me toward the plastic chairs in the waiting room. I sank down, legs shaking so badly that I thought I might collapse right there. Dominic sat beside me, as he glanced at Greg, who was still hovering nearby, looking just as wrecked as I felt.“Greg,” Dominic said quietly, jerking his head toward the exit. “Go watch the car. Make sure nothing looks off out there.”Greg nodded once, and slipped outside without another word. My breathing turned ragged, and hot tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.I pressed my palms hard against my

Cierra's POV The cemetery lay under a heavy gray sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wilting lilies.Everyone was dressed in black....long coats, veils, and dark suits as we gathered around the freshly dug grave. The pastor’s voice rose solemnly above the quiet wind.“May his soul rest in perfect peace.”We all bowed our heads in unison, the weight of the moment pressing down on every shoulder.One by one, people stepped forward, dropping white flowers onto the coffin and pouring handfuls of sand with soft, final thuds. The ritual felt too real, too final.I couldn’t hold back any longer. I broke from the group and ran to the edge of the grave, tears already streaming down my face as I dropped my own bouquet of white roses.They landed with a gentle rustle on top of the others. My chest heaved with sobs that I tried and failed to silence. George was really gone. His body was down there in that wooden box, never coming back.Dominic was beside me in an instant, his str