All Chapters of My Step Father, My Desire : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

KnoxI watch Emma sleep peacefully, her soft sighs rising and falling like a gentle rhythm. I feel like time has slowed. The world outside feels distant, far away from the weight of everything waiting for me. I pull the sheet over her, tucking it around her body to keep her warm. I press her gently toward my chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of her skin and hair. She mumbles something soft in her sleep and rests her head in a way that feels so natural, like we belong in this quiet moment together. My fingers instinctively brush through her hair, pushing a stray lock away from her face so I can see her features clearly, bathed in the soft morning light.I glance at the clock on the wall. It's past ten already. Later, I’ll have to make that call to the office, but for now, all that matters is Emma lying here with me. I don’t want to think about anything else, not the missing funds at work, not the endless stress that’s been gnawing at my mind for weeks. All I want is t

EmmaMy mother goes silent, her eyes gleaming with something I can't quite place. I step out from behind Knox, my heart pounding in my chest as I face her. My voice shakes, but I don’t back down. “Yes, Mom. You should tell me what happened to my father.”She stares at me, blinking repeatedly, as if she’s trying to understand my words. The anger creeps back into her eyes slowly, building in intensity until it’s burning there once more. She folds her arms across her chest, her expression hardening as she speaks in a low, firm voice. “Don’t you ever mention that name again.” Her tone is sharp, cutting through the space between us. She laughs, but it's cold, the kind of laugh that sends a shiver down my spine. “If you’re so serious about finding out about your father, maybe you should start by asking your precious stepfather, because after all, they were best friends.”My jaw drops, and I snap it shut instantly, blinking at her in disbelief. “What? Are you serious right now?” My voice i

MonicaI stand before the mirror this morning after getting dressed and ready to leave for the day. My reflection stares back at me, but all I can think about is the drug test I’m about to take. The thought of it fills me with hesitation and anxiety. I wonder if this is really the right choice, but deep down, I know it’s the only way I can clear my name and put an end to the accusations that have been hanging over me like a dark cloud. I can't shake the overwhelming sense of dread building inside me as I stare at myself, unsure of what the next few hours will bring.A sigh escapes me, and I try to steady my nerves. Slowly, I brush my hair aside with my fingers, as if I could push away the anxiety along with the strands of hair.My throat suddenly feels dry and tight, so I quickly walk to the kitchen, hoping to calm myself. I pour a full glass of water and gulp it down in several swallows, leaning against the counter as I try to shake off the heavy feeling in my chest. The cool liq

EmmaIt’s Monday morning when I step out of the elevator, feeling a strange sense of relief. I’m glad to leave early without facing Knox today. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to avoid him ever since my mom dropped the bombshell that he’s my dad’s best friend. The thought of it still makes me so angry that I can feel it tightening my chest, but I know I have to calm myself down. I can’t afford to let the emotions take over, especially today. As I make my way to my desk, I flick my wrist, glancing at my leather-bound wristwatch. It’s six forty-seven in the morning. I know it’s pretty early for a job that officially starts at eight, but right now, I don’t mind. I just can’t bear to look at Knox. I wonder how I’ll survive the rest of the day, given that I work for him.When I approach my desk, I notice the lights are still off. But then, as I get closer, I freeze. I see a dark silhouette hunched over the desk that used to be occupied by Ethan before he moved to my mom’s depart

EmmaMy heart aches with regret as I watch him wipe the blood from his lips. I shouldn’t have done that, I think, my breath still coming in shallow bursts. But in that moment, it felt like the only way I could get him to understand how deeply angry I am, how hurt I am.His fingers gently touch his lips before he crumples the tissue and throws it into the waste bin by the corner of his office. The silence between us stretches, heavy and uncomfortable.“You shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his voice calm. “But I get it. You don’t want me close unless I tell you everything about your father.”I turn my head away, the weight of his words hitting me like a punch. Something inside me tightens. I can feel the dread creeping in, a cold knot in my stomach, like I know what’s coming, and I’m not going to like it.I draw closer to him, my voice a whisper of uncertainty. “Yes. I need to know everything about my father.”A chuckle escapes him, and it echoes in the stillness of the office. He