Todos os capítulos de All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 148

Greg pushed open the door to Keisha’s room with the pair of shiny silver shoes in his hands.The mom had stayed downstairs, giving them space. Keisha sat on the edge of her bed in her pink prom dress, arms folded tightly.“Get out of my room,” she said sharply. “I don’t need your help. I’m not Cinderella, and you are definitely not a prince.”Greg stopped in the middle of the room. “You talk like you run the world. Your mom asked me to help you wear these shoes, can you stop acting difficult?”Keisha stood up. “Difficult? Who do you think you are? Let me remind you of your position! You are nothing but a street boy my mom picked up, and I can wear my own shoes....I don’t need a fake boyfriend who looks like he hasn’t seen a comb in weeks.”Greg stepped closer. “And you act like a big woman when you’re just nine. If you want to make Jordan jealous, you need to look perfect. So sit down and let me help.”“I said no!” Keisha snapped. “This is my room. My house. My prom. You don’t order m

Greg froze in place, his arms still slightly open from the hug.The peaceful garden atmosphere shattered instantly as Keisha’s sharp, furious voice rang out through the flowers and lanterns. “How dare you, Greg!”The words dripped with bitterness and raw hurt.Keisha stood there under the soft glow of the garden lights, her small body shaking with anger.Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, blinking hard to push them back.Her pretty prom dress suddenly looked out of place on her trembling frame as jealousy burned across her face like fire.She looked betrayed, disappointed, and deeply wounded all at once.Amaya pulled away from Greg quickly, her cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment. She looked down at the ground, her ponytail falling slightly over one shoulder.The sweet, confident girl from moments earlier now seemed small and uncomfortable. “I… I think I need to go back inside,” she

The grand courtroom was packed to capacity, filled with a heavy, suffocating tension that hung in the air like thick smoke.Sunlight filtered through tall, narrow windows, casting long dramatic shadows across the polished wooden floors and dark oak benches.Reporters sat in the back rows, scribbling notes furiously, while curious spectators whispered among themselves.Family members, police officers, and social workers filled the remaining seats.The atmosphere felt electric...a mixture of sorrow, outrage, and cold curiosity. This was no ordinary case, a child stood accused of murder.Two burly officers escorted a small figure through a side door.Greg walked slowly, his thin wrists bound in metal handcuffs that looked far too heavy for his small frame.The bright orange juvenile detention jumpsuit swallowed him, making the eleven-year-old appear even smaller and more fragile.His blue eyes were swollen and red from endless nights of crying. His head hung low, shoulders slumped in def

The soft glow of the bedside lamp filled the quiet hotel room with warm, golden light.After the long and exhausting day, peace had finally settled over them.Cierra sat gently on the edge of the large bed, looking down at her son with eyes full of love and quiet strength.Greg lay tucked under the clean white sheets, his small body finally relaxing after weeks of fear and pain.Diego had kindly stepped out to give them this special private moment.The curtains were drawn, and the world outside felt distant. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft ticking of the wall clock could be heard.Cierra gently stroked Greg’s hair, her fingers moving in slow, soothing motions. “Are you comfortable, my love?” she asked softly.Greg nodded, blinking up at her with tired but peaceful blue eyes. “Yes, Mommy. I still feel like I’m dreaming. Like I’ll wake up and you won’t be here.”Cierra’s heart tightened with emotion. She took his small hand in hers and held it warmly. “I’m here, G