Todos los capítulos de He called me fat....I stole his uncle: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Third Person POVThe hallway outside Alec’s room was quiet in the way expensive places always were, muted enough that every sound felt softened before it fully existed.Alec paused just outside his bedroom door, one hand brushing briefly against the wall as a wave of dizziness moved through him again. It passed quickly, but not quickly enough to stop the irritation tightening in his chest.If his father knew he was awake and wandering around alone, he’d probably drag him straight back to bed himself.Especially after earlier.But Alec was tired of being watched every second of the day while life continued everywhere else without him.Downstairs, another dinner was happening. Another important gathering. Another room full of people he wasn’t allowed near because everyone had suddenly decided breathing too hard might kill him.Rest, Alec.Sit down, Alec.Don’t push yourself, Alec.People said his name carefully now, like he’d become fragile overnight.Like one wrong move would crack him

Christopher.The hallway stayed quiet long after Denver disappeared.Christopher remained exactly where he was for several seconds, his gaze fixed on the closed suite door while his uncle’s warning replayed slowly in his head.If anything happens to him, I will forget we were ever related.The words should have irritated him.Instead, they unsettled him.Because Denver had meant them.Not as a threat.As a fact.Christopher had spent years watching Denver treat most people with controlled indifference, but something about Alec had always been different. Protective in a way that looked less like choice and more like instinct. Denver barely allowed anyone near the boy for long, especially family, and until now Christopher had assumed it was paranoia.Christopher himself had only ever seen the child from a distance, brief glimpses during gatherings before Denver inevitably pulled him away again.At first, Christopher assumed it was a pretense. Denver was playing the over-doting father to

Denver.By the time I made it back downstairs, the party had already swallowed itself whole again.Music rolled through the ballroom beneath low conversation and clinking glasses, the kind of polished atmosphere designed to make powerful people feel untouchable.Normally, it would have meant nothing to me.Tonight, I barely noticed it.The second I stepped back into the ballroom, I saw her again.Selena.Across the room.Alive.Real.Not a scent disappearing down empty hallways or a presence I convinced myself I imagined.Her.She stood near one of the marble columns speaking to a small group from the medical delegation, calm and composed in that quiet way she always carried herself. The soft gold lighting caught against her hair every time she turned her head slightly, and for a moment, the rest of the room faded badly enough that I almost forgot where I was.Seven years.And somehow my body still recognized her before my mind fully caught up.Something tightened painfully beneath my

Denver.I barely had enough sleep the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of the ballroom again. Gold lights. Crowds. Selena was standing across the room, looking as if seven years had never passed.And every single time I reached her in my head—I woke up.By morning, exhaustion sat behind my eyes like a second pulse.I was already in my office when Alec wandered in.The sunlight spilling through the tall windows caught the edges of his curls as he stepped quietly into the room, still dressed in sleep clothes, one sock half-falling off his foot. Usually, he moved carefully in the mornings. Slow. Tired before the day even fully began.Today was different.I noticed it immediately.His eyes were brighter.There was color in his face that hadn’t been there yesterday.“Morning,” I said, leaning back slightly in my chair.“Morning.”He climbed onto the couch near the fireplace without being asked, pulling one knee up loosely as he looked at me with an excitement he w

Selena. "What I am saying is that things did not happen the way you were told they did.” My chest tightened so hard it almost hurt.I stared at Jameson, waiting for him to continue, but before he could say another word, the office door suddenly opened behind me.Hard enough to make me turn instinctively.My mother walked in first.Talia followed closely behind her.The second my mother saw me standing there, her entire expression darkened as my existence alone offended her.“Well,” she said sharply, her gaze dragging over me. “I should have known.”I straightened slowly, forcing my face blank even as my pulse began climbing again.“What are you doing here?” she demanded.The disgust in her voice hit the same way it always had.Hostile.Familiar.I swallowed once before answering carefully.“I was invited.”My mother let out a short laugh that carried no humor at all.“Invited?” she repeated. “Into your sister’s home?”My jaw tightened.“This isn’t her home.”“It is now,” Talia said c