All Chapters of Owned By My Stepdad(MxM): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

By the time Bella and I got back from the hospital, the afternoon sun had shifted lower in the sky, turning the glass walls of the mansion into mirrors of soft golden light.Bella walked ahead of me through the front doors.And for the first time in weeks… she walked normally.No crutches.No limp.Just steady, careful steps.She spun once in the middle of the living room like she was testing her balance.“I missed this,” she said.I dropped my keys on the table.“You look like someone who just discovered legs.”She laughed.“Shut up.”But the smile on her face stayed.For a few minutes the house felt calm again.Riley had finally woken up and was in the kitchen digging through the fridge like she had been stranded for days.“Why is there no food?” she complained loudly.“You ate half the snacks last night,” Bella replied.“That was emotional hunger.”“That is still hunger,” I said.Riley leaned over the kitchen counter dramatically.“You both abandoned me.”“We went to the hospital.”

I didn’t know what they had slipped into the water I drank, but I could feel my eyelids growing impossibly heavy the moment it touched my tongue. My thoughts began to blur, my vision dimming at the edges, and a wave of disorientation washed over me. The last thing I remembered before darkness swallowed me completely was the swirl of lights in a room, the laughter of people around me, and the distant sound of a voice—Cyrus, probably—calling my name. When I woke up, the first thing that hit me was the brightness. It was almost painful, a harsh, white glow that bounced off walls and polished marble floors. My head throbbed and my body felt stiff, heavy, like I had slept for days. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to orient myself, and realized I was lying on a bed. Not just any bed, a gigantic, master bed that looked like it belonged in a palace. The silk sheets shimmered in the light, the pillows fluffed as if no one had ever slept on them before. The room itself was vast, with high, or

The room slowly came back to life after Cyrus finished speaking.Conversations started again in low murmurs. Glasses clinked softly. Someone lit a cigar near the far corner of the room, the smell of smoke drifting lazily through the air.But I barely noticed any of it.Because the Russian man was staring again.Not the older one in the suit.The other one.The tall one who had stood near the pillar earlier.I had noticed him the moment I came downstairs.It had been impossible not to.He looked younger than the others, maybe late twenties or early thirties but there was something about the way he carried himself that made people give him space.Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair was slicked back slightly as he had just run his fingers through it. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms, revealing strong hands and a watch that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.And his eyes.They had been on me since I walked into the room.Cold at first.But now… something else.Curious.

Elias walked away from the ballroom without looking back.He could still feel the Russian man’s eyes on him, and the longer it continued, the more irritated he became. It was not just curiosity anymore. The man watched him as he had already decided something about him.Elias hated being studied.The wide staircase curved upward toward the quieter floors of the mansion. The music and voices downstairs faded with every step he took, leaving only the soft echo of his shoes against the polished wood.He did not care if Cyrus noticed he had left.Let him notice. Let him wonder.Right now Elias just needed distance from the men, from the secrets, from the constant staring.When he reached the hallway upstairs, the silence felt almost unreal compared to the noise below. Long corridors stretched on both sides, lit by warm lamps and lined with expensive paintings that looked centuries old.He headed straight toward the room where he had woken up earlier.His mind was still racing.Bella would

The room stayed quiet after the Russian stepped back.Elias could still feel where his lips had brushed his neck. The warmth lingered there in a way that annoyed him more than it should have.He lifted a hand and rubbed the spot like he could erase the sensation.“You’re unbelievable,” Elias muttered.The Russian leaned casually against the dresser across the room, completely unbothered.“You did not stop me.”“That doesn’t mean I liked it.”The man’s brow lifted slightly.“No?”Elias glared at him.“No.”But the Russian only watched him, that same quiet amusement in his eyes.It made Elias restless.He hated feeling like someone was reading him too easily.“Why are you even here?” Elias asked finally.The Russian shrugged one shoulder.“Cyrus invited many guests tonight.”“That’s not what I meant.”Elias pushed himself awa