All Chapters of All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

George's POV I stood frozen as the crowd burst out of the club like something monstrous had been unleashed inside. Bodies collided, heels snapped, voices screamed into the night. Some people cried. Some shouted. Some didn’t even look back....just ran, driven by blind terror.“What the hell…” I muttered.I had only stepped out to fill my fuel tank. Just minutes ago, everything had been normal. Music, laughter, lights. I left that behind without a second thought. Now I was back, staring at chaos, feeling like a lost sheep standing in the middle of a pack of wolves that didn’t even notice me.My chest tightened painfully.I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and dialed Cierra’s number.Ring.Ring.The screen dimmed suddenly.“No… no,” I whispered, tapping it frantically.The phone flickered once, then shut down.Dead.“Fuck,” I hissed, dragging a hand through my hair.Panic crept into my throat, thick and suffocating. I turned slowly, scanning every face, every movement, hoping

Cierra's POV My heart sliced painfully against my ribs the moment I saw her.The last person I ever imagined encountering tonight.Naomi.For a split second, my body refused to move. The air thickened around me, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Of all the ghosts this night had dragged out, she was the most dangerous one.She walked toward me like she owned the ground beneath her feet, her lips curving into a slow, infuriating smile.“Hey, girl.”I hissed immediately, my guard snapping back into place. “My mum just left. Too bad.”She scoffed softly, tilting her head. “Oh, yes. I’m fully aware.”She stepped closer.Instinctively, I stepped back. “What do you need, Naomi?”Her smile widened. She reached out and lifted my chin with her fingers, forcing my face upward. Her touch wasn’t gentle, it never was.“Listen,” she said quietly, her eyes darkening. “I hope your mother knows I don’t forget so easily what she did to my mum.”I knocked her hand away and scoffed. “

Cierra's POV He laid me down on the couch, his hands trailing down to my panties. I adjusted so he can penetrate easily as he slowly caressed my breast.He sucked in slow motion, moving his fingers down to my panties, revealing how wet I was.I moaned slightly as he began rubbing my clit, slowly..while sucking my nipples.His hand was still on my clit, playing and teasing in a way that made me gasp for breath...as he inserted his fingers inside my pussy, making me moan out..he went in and out...slow, absent-minded, like he had forgotten the weight of the night entirely. The touch wasn’t hurried, wasn’t desperate. It was careless. And that was what snapped something inside me.I shoved him off, hard.“What the fuck are we doing?” I hissed, my voice coming out sharper than I intended.He barely reacted. Just leaned back, rolling his eyes as though I had interrupted something trivial.“Exactly what you think,” he said, calm. Too calm.I laughed, but there was no humor in it. My chest f

Cierra's POV I bent my head low, my chest tightening with a panic I could barely breathe through. Death was close, palpable, like it was reaching for me, waiting for me to freeze. My legs trembled, but before my mind could process the inevitable, a voice rang out sharp, urgent, and cocky.“Jump in, bitch!”I spun around, heart hammering, and saw the one person I least expected...Chelsea. She was already pulling the trigger, firing at the man who had been seconds away from ending me. The sound cracked through the night, and the man crumpled. Without thinking, I ran, jumped, and slammed into the car as Chelsea swerved sharply.The tires screamed against the asphalt as she hit the gas, the city lights smearing past. Only after several blocks did she slow down, letting me catch my breath. I stared at her, wide-eyed, trying to comprehend what had just happened.“What the fuck?! Chelsea, that… that was insane!” I yelled, my voice shaking between fear and relief.She rolled her eyes, chewi

Cierra's POV I sat there with my back pressed into the car seat, hands clasped tightly in my lap, praying...no, begging that Chelsea would come back with good news. My eyes kept drifting toward the glass doors of the car, watching her body language, the way she spoke, the way she nodded. I couldn’t hear a single word they were saying, but I studied her face like it held answers to everything.She looked calm. Too calm.I turned away, exhaling slowly.Cierra, take a chill pill, I told myself. Overthinking had always been my curse.I leaned my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes, but peace didn’t follow. Instead, memories rushed in...sharp, cruel, unwanted. How everything had changed in one single night. One moment I had a home, a routine, a future I understood. The next, I had ashes, questions, and ghosts that refused to stay buried.A sudden knock on the car window jolted me back to reality.My heart slammed violently against my ribs.I snapped my head to the side, fear