บททั้งหมดของ My Step Father, My Desire : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

EmmaTears well up in my eyes the moment I open the old book again. My hands tremble as I hold it carefully, almost afraid it will fall apart in my fingers. I stare at the page where my father’s name is written in neat, faded ink, and beside it, a date that means nothing and everything to me at the same time. That single line is all I have of him, just a name and a date. With nothing more.A tear escapes, falling onto the paper, and it spreads slowly, staining the words like a dark cloud over his name. I sniff hard, trying to pull the sadness back inside, and wipe my eyes roughly with the back of my hand. The sleeve of my shirt feels damp now, but I don’t care. I close the book gently, slide it back into the drawer where it has stayed hidden for years, and push the drawer shut. The soft click of the wood feels gentle, like closing a door I never wanted to open in the first place.The only thing I truly know about my father is his name. My mother never speaks of him. Not once in a

KnoxI sit behind my large desk, the morning light slanting through the blinds, showing light on the financial reports spread out before me. The office feels like tension today, suffocating me, as if the walls are closing in with every passing minute. Mr. Adams, our accountant sits opposite me, his usual calm demeanor masking the quiet tension between us. His fingers move faster than usual as he turns the pages of the ledger, each one bringing us closer to a glaring gap in the numbers. It's about the significant amount of money that has vanished, and the weight of it pressing down on my chest.I lean forward, my voice low but sharp with frustration. "Mr. Adams, walk me through this again. How does something this big go missing when every transaction crosses your desk? You see everything before it moves."He meets my gaze without hesitation, his expression steady, professional, but there's no apology in it. "Sir, these payments could never have been processed without your direct aut

KnoxI watch the flicker of doubt settle deep in Emma’s eyes as she gazes at me. My chest tightens with instant regret. I slipped. I shouldn’t have brought up her father. The words just spilled out, and in that moment, I let my emotions get the better of me. Emma doesn’t deserve this kind of confusion or pain.I lean back against the headboard, the cool wood pressing against my back, while her eyes remain fixed on me, searching for answers I’m not ready to give. The quiet in the room grows heavier until she finally speaks, her voice soft and careful.“What else did she say about my father?” She pauses before asking, her voice trembling slightly, “Is he alive?”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I know Victor Collins; I’ve known him for years. He was once a close friend, but too much has happened since then. There are things I’m not allowed to say, things I promised Gina we’d keep from Emma. It’s a delicate balance, one that I’m scared to break.I remain silent for too long, a

KnoxI sit behind my desk, rage cursing through my veins.Gina stands there in the doorway. Before I can even form a word, she slams the door shut so hard that the sound echoes through my chest like a gunshot. The air in the room turns thick instantly, charged with the kind of tension that always seems to follow her.She marches straight toward the table where I keep my papers spread out, her heels clicking against the floor in a rhythm that matches the frustration building inside me. I watch her approach, noting the way her shoulders are set back in defiance, the slight flush on her cheeks that could be anger or something else entirely. My hands tighten around the edge of the desk as I try to control my anger.."Gina," I say, my voice low and edged with the fury I cannot quite hide, "where the hell have you been the past few days?" She stops right in front of the table, close enough that I catch the faint scent of her perfume, the one that always lingers long after she leaves. G

EmmaMy heart races so fast, I swear it might burst. The thought of staying completely away from Knox is unbearable. How do I get fucked when I'm horny?I can’t imagine a single day without him, without the sound of his voice, without the way he looks at me as though I am the only thing that matters. I stand there, frozen in front of my mother, my mind struggling to make sense of the words, my body fighting to move.“I can’t just pack up and leave with you like I’m some toddler,” I finally manage to say. My voice is shaky, and I hate how it sounds. It doesn’t match how I feel inside.Mom crosses her arms over her chest, lifting her chin with a look I know all too well. It’s the one she always wears when she’s made up her mind about something. “Newsflash, Knox and I are getting a divorce.”The words hit me harder than I expected. But instead of the sadness or shock I thought I would feel, something else bubbles up inside me. It’s almost wild, a kind of unexpected joy that catches me