Semua Bab All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Cierra's POV The grand dining room of the Monroe mansion shimmered under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished silverware and fine china.Guards had escorted us through the marble hallways with quiet efficiency, leading us to the long mahogany table where steaming platters awaited. Servants moved with practiced grace, placing dishes of roasted lamb glazed in herbs, buttered asparagus, creamy mashed potatoes, baskets of warm bread, and rich red wine in elegant decanters.The aroma was rich and inviting, a stark contrast to the emotional storm still swirling inside me after the rainy reunion outside.My father, Mr. Monroe, took his place at the head of the table with the natural authority of a man who commanded empires, while Greg bounced excitedly in the seat to his right and I settled across from them, my black funeral dress still carrying the faint scent of rain and cemetery soil.As we began to eat, the clink of forks and knives filled the air,

Cierra's POV “What is it you want to tell me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you act so awful when I said George?”Yonda looked at me with hesitation in her eyes, her usual bright expression clouded with discomfort.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clearly reluctant. “George… he was a very bad person in this place. My daddy never liked him. He tried to rape me.”The statement hit me like a cold wave. I froze, tension coiling tight in my stomach.George would never do that. The man I had loved, the one who had risked everything to protect me, he couldn’t be the monster she was describing. “George would never do that,” I said, my voice shaking with disbelief and rising defensiveness.Yonda’s face softened with sympathy, but she pressed on, her tone gentle yet firm. “That’s exactly what he did. Dad had to shove him out of the place because he was so greedy, selfish, and dangerous. He was a rapist. He even raped a lot of the girls who worked here. I

Cierra's POV I slipped out of the purple room on silent bare feet, the silk robe barely tied around my naked body, my heart hammering with a dangerous thrill.The mansion corridors were dimly lit and empty at this hour, the only sound was the soft pad of my footsteps on the cool marble. I moved quickly down the grand staircase and out into the cool night air, heading straight for the cluster of modest guard apartments at the side of the estate.Each small building had a nameplate beside the door, clearly marking who lived inside.My pulse raced as I scanned the plates until I found it...“Jonathan.” The same guard I had bumped into earlier, the one with the sculpted abs and that intense, confident stare that had made heat pool low in my belly.A small, wicked smile curved my lips. I raised my hand and knocked softly.The door opened almost immediately.Jonathan stood there in nothing but low-slung black sweatpants, his muscular torso completely bare and still slightly damp from a re

Cierra's POV Yonda and I moved with urgent grace inside Jonathan’s small apartment, hearts still racing from the intense threesome we had just shared.We quickly gathered our scattered clothes from the floor, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.My hands trembled slightly as I slipped back into the silk robe, tying it loosely around my waist.Yonda smoothed down her dress with quick, efficient movements, her blue hair slightly messy but still beautiful.“We have to leave right now,” I whispered, my voice low and urgent. “Before anyone who might have heard us comes knocking on your door. We can’t risk it.”Yonda nodded in agreement, glancing toward the door. “Yes, immediately. Let’s go before someone decides to check what all that noise was about.”Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, still catching his breath, a satisfied but slightly dazed smile on his face.“Okay,” he said, his voice warm and relaxed. “Go ahead. But damn… that was something I won’t forget anytime soon.”W

Cierra's POV My heart slammed against my ribs the moment the name floated up the stairs.Prince Jamal. For one breathless, impossible second, everything else vanished..My pulse roared in my ears. He can’t be alive. Everyone said he was gone. Yet that fragile hope pushed me faster, carrying me through the wide double doors and out into the torchlit courtyard.Cool evening air slapped my flushed cheeks. Horses stamped restlessly near the waiting chariots, harness bells jingling softly.And there, bent over the rear wheel of the nearest one, back turned to me, stood a man. Broad shoulders beneath a dark royal tunic trimmed in gold. The exact height. The exact stance that lived in my memory.My knees nearly buckled.“Oh my gosh… Jamal?” The whisper slipped out before I could stop it, raw and trembling.He straightened at once and turned.Time froze.The face that met mine was handsome...sharp jaw, warm brown eyes, a half-smile already curving his lips, but it wasn’t Jamal. Not even clo