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All Chapters of My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

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Queen of The West Side Wing

The prison cafeteria smelled of sour bleach and overcooked cabbage. Carmen sat at the center table of the west. She didn't look like a woman facing a murder charge, she looked like a queen holding court. Around her sat four women with hardened eyes and scarred knuckle.Maria stepped into the lunch line, her orange jumpsuit still crisp and unwrinkled. She looked out of place, her nose wrinkled in disgust at the mystery meat being slopped onto her tray. She spotted Carmen and a mean, desperate smirk touched her lips.Maria walked toward the center table, her tray held high. Her own group of three younger inmates followed her, looking for a fight to break boredom."Look at this," Maria called out, her voice cutting through the lunchroom noise. "The grand lady of the mansion has finally found her true level. Eating off plastic with the rest of the trash."Carmen didn't look up from her tray. She slowly chewed a piece of bread, her expression calm."Keep walking, Maria," one of the women b

Master Planner

The phone call came at 2:00 AM, a jagged ring that sliced through the heavy silence of the Alvarez mansion. Miguel grabbed the receiver, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He listened for less than a minute, his jaw tightening until his facial muscles began to twitch."He did what? We are coming now." Miguel’s voice was a low growl. He hung up and turned to Inés, who was already sitting up, her face pale in the moonlight. "He turned himself in. Carlos is at the central precinct."Inés felt a wave of cold relief, followed immediately by a sharp, stabbing suspicion. "He just walked in? After everything? Miguel, that doesn't make sense. It could a trap.""We don’t have a choice," Miguel said, pulling on his jacket. "We’re going to find out what he’s playing at."When they burst through the double doors of the station, they expected to see Carlos in handcuffs, being dragged to a cell. Instead, they found a scene that looked like a sick joke.Carlos was sitting in a chair in the middle

The Red File

Throwback: Four Years AgoThe air in the back office of P-Valley was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the heavy, sweet musk of cheap perfume that clung to the walls. It was a space hidden away from the neon lights and the thumping bass of the main stage, a place where the real business happened.Uncle Clifford sat on the edge of the mahogany desk, fanning himself with a lace hand fan. Carlos Mendoza sat reclined in the oversized leather chair with his legs crossed and a look of bored detachment on his face."Business is booming, Carlos." Uncle Clifford purred, his jewelry clinking as he gestured to a stack of ID cards and application forms spread out on the desk. "But we need fresh blood. The regulars are getting restless. They want new faces, new curves, new fantasies to spend money on."Carlos didn't answer immediately. He picked up the stack of cards, flipping through them with his thumb. He glanced at the faces... young women from the outskirts of the city, girls looki

Let The Show Begin

Throwback: Three Years Ago Miguel was pacing the floor, his movements erratic and tense. He stopped at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the lights of the city, but he wasn't seeing them. His mind was miles away, trapped in the domestic nightmare that had become his daily life."I can't take it anymore, Carlos," Miguel groaned, finally turning around. He rubbed his temples with both hands, his face drawn and exhausted. "It’s not even enough that I get stressed at work. Dealing with the merger, the board of directors. But then I have to go home and deal with the rest of it."Carlos sat behind his massive desk, his hands folded neatly. He looked perfectly composed, a sharp contrast to Miguel’s disheveled state. "The rest of it? You mean the new family?""Yes," Miguel snapped, resuming his pacing. "The compulsory dinners every night, like clockwork. My father insists on it. He thinks sitting around a table will make us united. So I have to sit there and look at the faces of m

Puppet Master

Carlos Mendoza sat in the oversized leather chair, his fingers steepled under his chin. His eyes were fixed on the center screen, which showed the interior of the primary VIP room. The footage was silent, but the body language told the entire story. On the screen, Miguel Alvarez was sitting on the edge of a plush velvet sofa, his face a mask of stunned, breathless adoration. Opposite him stood Red, her fiery wig shimmering under the dim amber lights of the private suite. Uncle Clifford stood behind the desk, his lace fan frozen mid-air. He leaned in closer to the monitor, his eyes darting between the screen and Carlos’s calm profile."I’ve seen a lot of things in this business, honey," Clifford whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and genuine anxiety. "I’ve seen senators cry over a lap dance and CEOs beg for a phone number. But this is something else entirely."Carlos didn't blink. He watched as Miguel reached out to touch Red’s hand, only for her to subtly flinch and pul

The Plain Boring Girl

Throwback: Three Years Ago"I need a break," Miguel had groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Go grab us some water or a coffee, Carlos. I need to finish this projection before the board call for another meeting."Carlos walked down the grand hallway, his leather soles clicking rhythmically. He had been upstairs in Miguel’s private study for two hours, buried under a mountain of real estate proposals and acquisition contracts. Miguel was obsessive when he worked, a trait Carlos found both useful and pathetic.He pushed open the heavy swinging doors to the kitchen. Standing by the central island, her back to him, was a girl wrapped in a sweater three sizes too large. Her hair was pulled back into a messy, unremarkable bun.Inés.Carlos leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He watched her for a moment as she poured water into a glass. She looked small. She was wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a thick knit cardigan that hid every curve of her body.He felt a jolt of pure, dark amusemen

The Birthday Glitch

Throwback: Three Years AgoMaria sat at the center of the VIP booth, her silk dress catching the light. Everyone kept looking at her, but she wasn't paying attention to any of it. Her focus was on Miguel.Miguel was slouched in the armchair beside her, holding a drink he hadn't touched. He was staring at nothing. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. "Miguel?" Maria leaned in, her perfume a heavy, floral cloud. She draped an arm over his shoulder, her manicured nails digging slightly into his blazer. "Babe, you haven't said a word since the appetizers came out. And now, everyone’s asking if you’re okay." Miguel didn't blink. He just let out a slow, heavy breath. "I’m fine, Maria. Just a long week." "A long week?" Maria’s voice took on a sharp, small edge. She forced a laugh for the benefit of the girls watching from the next table. "It’s my birthday, Miguel. You promised we’d celebrate, but you’ve been acting like a ghost all night." Carlos, sitting directly a

Beneath the Concealer

Throwback: Three Years Ago Uncle Clifford strode in, his purple sequined gown shimmering like a warning sign. He didn't offer his usual theatrical flair or a witty greeting. His face was a mask of fury, the veins in his neck bulging against his pearl choker. Carlos remained seated in the high backed leather chair, He slowly lowered the glass of scotch from his lips, his eyes tracking Clifford’s frantic movement across the rug. "You’ve got a lot of nerve sitting there looking like a saint," Clifford hissed, slamming his palms onto the desk. "I just spent the last thirty minutes dabbing concealer on Red’s back. There are raw, angry welts that look like they were delivered by someone who wanted to break her spirit." Carlos set his glass down with a soft clink. "Didn't she say it was an aciddent, Clifford?" "I know you know what really happened!" Clifford shouted, his voice cracking with a rare, raw emotion. "She told me she fell, those weren't from a fall."Carlos leaned forward

Brother's Little Whore

Throwback: Three Years AgoThe headquarters of Alvarez & Sons was a fortress of glass and steel, designed to make anyone who entered feel small. Inés walked through the lobby, her oversized trench coat cinched tight despite the warmth of the building. She kept her head down, her eyes fixed on Miguel’s expensive leather shoes as she followed him toward the executive elevators.Their father had insisted on this orientation. Santiago wanted Inés to understand the family business, to see the empire she was now technically a part of. But to Inés, the building felt like a giant cage."Stay here," Miguel commanded as they reached the glass-walled lounge of the executive suite. "I need to drop these files in the boardroom. Don't wander off. I don't want to have to hunt you down in my own office.""I'm not going anywhere, Miguel," Inés whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.Miguel gave her a sharp, impatient nod and disappeared behind the heavy oak doors. Iné

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