All Chapters of All That Glitters Is My StepDad.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Cierra’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest. The party lights flickered in the distance, their bright cheerfulness mocking the fear crawling over her skin. Every laugh, every music note felt like a countdown to something dangerous. She wasn’t imagining it, someone had been watching her in the bathroom, or maybe all night.... She felt it, the silent weight of eyes, the sense that she wasn’t safe.A shadow detached itself from the dim corner of the terrace. Cierra froze, her breath catching in her throat. The man was tall, confident, and moved with a precision that made her stomach tighten. Even in disguise, she could sense the danger, the power in his calm steps.“Cierra,” the voice said quietly, low, but commanding. “It’s me...Jamal. Prince Jamal. ”Her eyes widened. “Jamal?” she whispered, disbelief and relief mingling in her chest. “How… how are you here? I...I thought…” Her words caught. Fear choked her throat.Jamal stepped closer, his eyes scanning the room, calculating ever

Cierra's POVI woke slowly, my eyelids heavy and my chest tight, like I had been carrying the weight of the world while I slept. The sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, and for a moment, I thought I was safe. But then my eyes caught movement outside the window. A chariot. Polished, shiny, drawn by three strong horses. My heart skipped.Before I could think further, the door opened gently, and there he was. Jamal, tall, calm, and commanding even in the soft morning light. Behind him were three men, perfectly straight-backed, moving with the kind of precision that made me realize they would follow him anywhere, without question.“Good morning, CeeCee,” he said, his voice low but warm. It sent a flutter through my chest. “I thought you might like to be ready to leave.”I blinked, trying to understand. “Ready… to leave?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.He stepped closer, holding out a folded piece of silk. “It’s for you,” he said softly. “I picked it myself.”I unfold

Cierra sat stiffly on the edge of the chair in Jamal’s mother’s private room. Her hands were folded in her lap, her stomach twisting with nerves and fear.She kept thinking about everything that had happened...the chaos at the mansion, Chelsea’s death, the gunshot, and how Jamal had dragged her out through the darkness to safety. Now, sitting in front of Jamal’s mother, she felt a new kind of fear. It was heavier, colder, and sharper than anything she had felt before.Jamal’s mother stared at her, her expression unreadable, sharp eyes scanning Cierra from head to toe. Finally, she spoke.“Cierra, you are carrying a child,” she said, her voice cold but controlled. “And you expect me to accept you into this family? How could you bring this… this impurity into my son’s life?”Cierra’s throat tightened. She wanted to explain, to beg for understanding, but she forced herself to stay calm. Her voice trembled as she spoke.“Ma’am… I know this is wrong. I know this isn’t how it should be. B

The hotel room was too quiet.It was the kind of silence that pressed against the ears and made every small sound feel loud. The ticking wall clock sounded like hammer blows.The soft hum of the air conditioner felt unnatural. Even the curtains seemed frozen, refusing to move.Cierra sat at the edge of the large bed, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale.The room was beautiful, expensive, decorated with soft gold lights and polished furniture, yet none of it comforted her. Luxury meant nothing when fear sat heavy in the chest.Her mind would not rest.Everything had happened too fast. Jamal’s mother’s smile. The strange chariot filled with bags. The sudden blow to her head. The darkness that swallowed her whole. Then waking up here, inside a hotel she did not recognize, in a city she did not know.She slowly touched her forehead. The pain was still there, dull but constant, like a reminder that none of this was a dream.“What is happening to my

Cierra’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I parked the car in front of the familiar apartment building.“Mallory, I need your help,” I said, my voice quiet but urgent as I turned to my friend.Mallory leaned back in the passenger seat, a playful smirk curling her lips. “Again, Cierra? I swear, you find trouble even when you’re just going grocery shopping. What happened now?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms, her eyes sparkling with amusement, but I could see the concern beneath her playful mask.I took a deep breath, my stomach twisting. “It’s a message. Someone from my past… I don’t know who. I can’t deal with this alone. I need you to help me figure out what to do.”Mallory tilted her head, realizing she's never getting the end of my past stories I speak to her about, everytime....she stared at me, eyes narrowing in mock seriousness.“A mysterious text, huh? Sounds like a spy movie. Are you going to faint, or should I c