Lahat ng Kabanata ng All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Cierra exhaled a shaky breath, the weight in her chest refusing to ease. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the phone to her ear, her voice barely steady.“So tell me,” she said to Chelsea, swallowing hard, “who… which of them is alive?”The question itself felt like a curse. She didn’t know whether she was supposed to be terrified by the answer or relieved. Maybe both. Her heart pounded as she waited, dread coiling tighter with every passing second.Before Chelsea could respond, the door flung open violently.The sudden noise startled Cierra so badly that the phone slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor. She spun around, her pulse racing, and froze.Dominic stood there.“What… what’s going on?” she asked, panic creeping into her voice.Dominic didn’t answer immediately. He grabbed his car keys and suit jacket in one swift motion, his movements sharp and urgent. “You need to leave,” he said firmly.Cierra blinked rapidly, confusion clouding her face. “Leave? What

Cierra's POV I walked in, expecting to finally confront the voice that had shaken me. The door swung open, and disappointment hit me like a slap. Blinky. That motherfucker.“Get the fuck outta here!” I snapped, storming toward him, heart racing.He sighed, slowly standing, calm as ever. “Cierra… I would leave, but I need to show you....”I cut him off immediately, my hands shooting toward the door. “Take your useless conversation to the trash and get out of here!”He nodded, a faint trace of guilt crossing his face. “I know you’re mad at me… I’m not trying to justify anything, but please… hear me out.”I exhaled, staring at him for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I said, “Fine. Say all the bullshit you’ve got to say,and the next three minutes, you’re out.”He nodded. “So… um… I heard the news about the bodies that are still alive. I wanted to see George...and pay my last visit, alive or dead. So I went to the hospital they mentioned. I saw Chelsea, and… something felt off. She

Cierra's POV I watched the man who was meant to be my saviour walk away, his back disappearing into the noise and lights of the club. The space he left behind felt louder than the music itself. And just like that, I was alone with the one man I never wanted to see again.I hissed, my fingers curling into the edge of the table.“No. Not again,” I muttered, then louder, sharper, “Why are you so obsessed with me?”Dominic scoffed and calmly took the empty chair beside mine, unbothered by the venom in my voice. He sat like he owned the place...like he owned me.“The better question,” he said coolly, “is why you’re always in every club I step into.”I stared at him for a second too long before dropping my gaze. Shame crept up my spine, hot and unwelcome.“Tch… I just needed to clear my head.”He nodded once, as if considering that, then added casually, “You forgot to mention you were also trying to clear your pussy.”Annoyance flared. I grabbed the bottle and tipped it back, swallowing

Cierra's POV “I need to tell you something.”The words finally broke free from my chest just as he lifted his glass, taking the last slow sip of wine like he had all the time in the world. He set it down gently, nodded once, and looked at me with that calm, unreadable expression of his.“Sure,” he said. “Go on.”My throat tightened. I gulped hard, my fingers curling into the fabric of my dress. “Promise me you won’t feel bad,” I said carefully, “or… do something reckless.”He let out a tired sigh and studied my face for a long moment, as though searching for something hidden behind my eyes. “Have I ever done something reckless in your presence?”I shook my head, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Okay. So I was...”His phone started ringing.The sound sliced through the room, sharp and sudden, stealing the rest of my sentence. We both looked down at the screen resting on the table between us. I sucked in a quiet breath when I saw the name.Samantha.Not love.N

Cierra's POV I clicked my heels against the polished marble floor, walking with the kind of grace that commanded attention. Every head in the hall turned as I approached, with a smile...a slow, calculated curve of my lips that said I wasn’t here for games. My eyes locked with my mother’s, and she returned my gaze with a death stare sharp enough to pierce steel. But I didn’t flinch. Not this time. Not anymore. I was tired, tired of bowing, bending, of letting her feel untouchable. Tonight, I would stand for myself, even if it meant the world burning around me.I let out a small hiss through my teeth, a dull smile plastered on my face as I addressed the room. “Firstly, I want to welcome and appreciate each and every one of you,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “For granting me the honor to not only witness your beautiful faces but to celebrate, as the coming heiress of this abode.”A ripple of murmurs spread across the room. I could feel the confusion, th