All Chapters of All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cierra's POV I stood still… frozen… watching the whole crowd rise to their feet as if my entrance had just rewritten their destinies. Everyone smiled, applauded, whispered, stretched their necks to catch a glimpse of the bride. They always say a wedding gown comes with a special type of happiness, a glow, a rush that wraps itself around your spine and makes you feel untouchable.I felt none of it.The gown felt like a costume I wasn’t worthy of wearing. The veil felt like a lie. The air felt too thick. And the eyes staring at me...God, the eyes felt like judgment.And beside me… the groom.Dominic.He reached for my hand, gently, almost like a man who had rehearsed tenderness his whole life. But my body betrayed me. The moment his skin brushed mine, a sharp, warm shiver rushed through me so fast I prayed he didn’t feel it. My heart hammered even though his face remained unreadable....this same man who had spoken to me in the club with a voice dripping heat, hunger, and something fo

Cierra's POVThe lights burst on so suddenly that I thought my eyes might burn straight out of my skull. The room around me sharpened into shape... walls, shadows, a ceiling too high, a chandelier glowing like an interrogation lamp.My heart crashed into my ribs.“F–fuck… fuck… help.. help...”A warm palm clamped gently over my mouth.“Shh,” a low voice whispered. “You’re safe now.”Safe.That word didn’t match anything happening here.When he moved his hand, I turned, and froze completely.Dominic Vance.Not just any man.The man my mother was supposed to marry.The man who would’ve become my stepfather.The man staring at me like I was the center of his entire world.My wrists ached from the rope as I struggled. Dominic stepped forward without hesitation, loosening the knots. The rope fell away, and I rubbed my skin, trying to hide how badly I was shaking.He picked up a glass and held it out to me.“Drink. It’ll calm you.”I didn’t reach for it. I just stared.Something about him f

George's POV I stared at Blinky, searching his face as if the answers to Cierra’s disappearance were carved somewhere between his freckles and his attitude. He noticed and snapped,“What? Why are you looking at me like I am supposed to know where she is?”I dragged a hand through my hair. “Blinky, I’m losing my mind. I don’t even know what to do anymore.”He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Yeah? And you almost dragged us into a disaster.”I frowned. “How?”“For the love of God, George,” he said, smacking my arm, “you barged into your dad’s room SCREAMING Cierra’s name. Who does that?”I scoffed. “Why wouldn’t I? She was inside with him.”“And what were you gonna do if she came out?” he asked.I opened my mouth… then shut it.“I... I don’t know,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead.“Exactly.” He sighed dramatically. “This is why I don’t trust you with operations.”“Okay fine,” I snapped, “then I’ll leave the plan to you.”He blinked. “Excuse me? I’m too pretty to be a detective.”“Blinky,”

George's POV I sprinted toward the place where the dog had stopped barking, my lungs burning. When I reached the clearing, I froze. Blinky was already there....kneeling, trembling, struggling to lift a body from the grass.And then I saw her.Cierra.Blood everywhere. Her skin pale, her hair matted, her clothes torn. The world around me stopped breathing.“Damn!!!! thank God you found her,” I breathed, rushing forward. “Oh my heavens!!! let me uh.. raise her up... Call 911....”Before I could reach her, Blinky shoved me so hard I stumbled backward.“With all due respect,” he snapped, voice shaking with fury, “George… get the fuck out of here.”I blinked, stunned, words dying in my throat. “Blink.y....what? Why are you acting this way...I...I don't understand?”He pointed a trembling finger at me. “Yeah. Exactly. Don’t say a word. Because whatever comes out of your mouth is a lie. Strictly lies.”My stomach twisted. “Where is this coming from?”He scoffed and clapped once, sarcastic.

George's POV The mansion felt colder than usual the moment I stepped inside. Maybe it was in my head, or maybe the house simply absorbed the kind of tension I was walking in with. Either way, I wasn’t backing down. Not today. Not again. My father, or whatever I should even call him....would have to fight harder than this if he wanted to push me back into silence.I sank into the sofa, my jaw tight, my fingers wrapped around the photo of Samantha. I stared at it for a moment before slipping it into my pocket. A reminder. A reason. Proof that something didn’t add up.I waited. Minutes crawled by. Nothing.I stood, waved a guard over.“Where’s my father?”The man hesitated, eyes darting around like the walls were listening.“He just finished meeting with his friends. He should be here soon, sir.”“Right. Sure.”I sat again. Tried to steady myself. Respect or no respect, Father needed to face me.But of course, before he did, Naomi entered like she owned the air in the room.“Mmhmm,” she