บททั้งหมดของ My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Miguel stared at his phone.No missed calls. No new messages. Nothing from David Reyes.It had been three days since their last conversation. Three days since David said he was meeting the informant who knew what Inés was hiding. Three days of silence.Something was wrong.David always checked in. The man was a professional. Twenty years as a cop, another fifteen as a private investigator. He never went silent, not unless...Miguel's phone rang.He grabbed it immediately, hoping to see David's name.[Unknown Number]He answered. "Hello?""Is this Miguel Alvarez?" It was a woman's voice."Yes. Who is this?""This is Detective Sarah Morris with the city police. I'm calling about David Reyes. We found your business card in his wallet and you're listed as his most recent client contact. Are you available to come to the station?"Miguel's blood went cold. "What happened?"There was a pause. "I'd prefer to discuss this in person, Mr. Alvarez.""Tell me what happened to David."Another longe

Sleep wouldn't come as Inés lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.Her Mother's confession, the blood money and Miguel's texts demanding to know where she'd been Wednesday night.She'd managed to avoid him earlier by claiming she had a migraine and locking herself in her room. But she couldn't hide forever. Eventually, she'd have to face him. Have to look him in the eyes and lie.The thought made her sick. She threw off her covers and sat up. Her throat was dry and her room felt suffocating. She needed water.Inés grabbed her phone to check the time. 2:47 AM. The house would be quiet with everyone asleep. She could sneak downstairs, get a drink, and come back without running into anyone.She opened her door carefully and stepped into the dark hallway. The mansion was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Most of the lights were off, just the dim emergency lighting along the baseboards to

The boutique was exactly the kind of place Inés had never stepped foot in before. Shining marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and price tags that could feed a family for months.A woman in an immaculate black suit greeted them at the entrance. "Mr. Alvarez, welcome back. How can we assist you today?""My sister needs a professional wardrobe," Miguel said without looking at Inés. "Dresses, suits, whatever she needs for office environments."The woman's eyes lit up with the prospect of a large sale. "Of course. Right this way, please."She led them to a private section of the store that has a luxury changing area with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, plush velvet seating, and a raised platform clearly meant for modeling clothes."I'll bring a selection for you to try," the woman said to Inés with a practiced smile. "What's your size, darling?""I'm a size 14." Inés told her, feeling completely out of place."Wonderful. I'll be right back with some options. Make yourself comfortable."She disap

Inés was still trying to steady her breathing when she heard footsteps approaching. Her chest felt tight from Maria's verbal assault, each word the woman had hissed at her still burning like acid.Maria must have heard them too because her entire demeanor shifted. The cold mask she'd worn moments ago melted away, replaced by something softer."Oh!" Maria said brightly, just as Miguel and Carlos rounded the corner.She stepped back from Inés, but not before Inés caught the warning flash in her eyes. "Say nothing."Carlos's smile faltered the moment he saw them. His gaze moved from Maria's perfect composure to Inés's face, and his expression sharpened with concern."Everything okay here?" he asked, in a concerned tone."Of course!" Maria's laugh was light, and practiced. "We were just having a friendly chat. Weren't we, Inés?"Before Inés could respond... before she could decide whether to expose Maria's poison or swallow it down like she always did, Maria reached for her hand.The touc

Miguel woke up hard.The morning light filtered through his curtains, and the first thing his mind registered—before coffee, before the day's meetings, before anything else—was the insistent throb between his legs and the images burned into his brain from last night.Red.God, Red.He reached for his phone on the nightstand, pulled up the photos she'd sent. They were still there, not some fever dream his exhausted mind had conjured. Bare skin. Curves that made his mouth water. That fucking red wig cascading over her shoulders while the rest of her was gloriously naked.**Missing me yet? Because I'm not wearing anything but thoughts of you.**He'd stared at those pictures for hours last night, his hand wrapped around himself, imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. Things he'd been too controlled to do at the club, where people watched, where she was performing.But in private? If he ever got her alone?He hadn't heard from her in weeks. Every message he'd sent to her number h