Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Step Father, My Desire : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

KnoxThe soft sound of keys tapping against my laptop fills the space with control. It should help me focus but it does not. The numbers on the screen blur together, and the words I type make no sense even to me.I stop, my fingers hover over the keyboard before I slowly pull my hands back. I lean into my chair and let out a long breath, rubbing my temple.Emma, her name whispers in my ears. The memory comes back so clearly, it feels like it just happened minutes ago. The way she stood in front of my desk, denying it with slightly trembling hands. The way she tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke.Then her resignation came yesterday following my directive for her to resig..I swallow hard. I did that to her, I sent her away.The cold way I spoke to her, the distance I forced between us. The look in her eyes when she realized I was no longer willing to listen.Guilt settles deep in my chest.I glance at my laptop again but I cannot bring myself to continue working. I close it half

EmmaMy heart skips the moment I see him. Knox stands at the door, filling the space with his presence, but something about him feels off. His eyes are bloodshot, dark and tired, and his shirt clings to his body like he has been sweating for hours. There is something wild in his gaze that makes my chest tighten.“Emma,” he says, his voice rough, almost strained. “What are you doing here?”The way he says my name hurts more than I expect. So cold and distant, like I am a stranger standing at his door.For a second, my heart sinks. What was I expecting? That he would pull me into his arms and hold me like before? That he would forget everything and just love me again?I swallow hard, forcing myself to stay steady. “Can I come in? I promise I won’t take much of your time.”He stares at me for a moment, then steps aside without a word.I walk in slowly, my eyes moving around the room. Something feels wrong immediately, the place is a mess, not like him at all. My gaze lands on a shattered

GinaIt is already 8:30 in the morning and here I am, sitting in my car like some kind of common criminal waiting to deal with Emma. I wait patiently by the side of the road where no one would suspect anything because I am careful like that. I have worked too hard to let some stupid mistake ruin everything for me now.My car windows are wound up tight and the air inside feels hot. As I sit here, anger burns through my chest like fire I cannot put out. I still cannot believe Emma is pregnant for that fool, Knox. The thought of her carrying his child makes me want to scream.Although, I am happy he does not trust her anymore because that is one great thing I have managed to do to tear them apart. I had to send those pictures of Emma in bed with Ethan because desperate times call for desperate measures. A cruel smile twisted on my lips just now, yes, that was me. I did it to teach her a lesson she will never forget.I adjust the scarf on my head and keep my eyes focused on Lifecare H

Two days later I've heard nothing from Knox since the DNA test but I'm not bothered about it. I sit across from Iva in her small living room, my hands twisting together in my lap. The anger still burns hot inside my chest. I remember every detail of the pictures Knox showed me that night at his house. The images sit heavy in my mind, and they make my blood boil all over again. "I am going to see my father today," I say. Iva looks at me with wide eyes. She reaches over and takes my hand. "Emma, are you sure? Are you strong enough?" I nod even though my throat feels tight. "I need to do this. I cannot keep waiting." 

Emma“E… Emma?” my father says in a gentle tone.The moment I hear my name from his lips, something inside me breaks open. Tears fill my eyes instantly. We both move forward at the same time and rush into each other’s arms. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding on as if I am afraid he might disappear. He hugs me back just as tight, his strong hands pressing against my back. For the first time in my life, I feel what it truly means to be held by my own father. His warmth makes me feel safe in a way I have never known before. We stay like that for a long time, neither of us wanting to let go.When we finally pull back, both of us have tears in our eyes. The old woman stands nearby, watching us with a soft expression. She steps closer and looks straight at me. “You are Emma, my granddaughter. Come here, child.”Her voice is warm and full of joy. I walk into her open arms without hesitation. We hug warmly, and she laughs softly in pure happiness. The sound of her laughter fills t