All Chapters of Owned By My Stepdad(MxM): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The walk downstairs felt longer than it should have.Every step echoed in my ears, too loud, too sharp, like the house itself was paying attention. Watching me. Waiting for me to make the wrong move.I kept my face neutral, but inside, everything felt tight.The men who had been laughing earlier were now standing in small groups, speaking in low tones. No one was relaxed anymore. No one was drinking. It felt like something had shifted, like whatever this was had moved from casual to serious.My eyes moved across the room slowly.Then I saw him.Cyrus stood near the center, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass he was not drinking from. His posture was calm, controlled, like always, but there was something else there now.And beside him—My breath caught slightly.Vane.For a second, my brain refused to process it. Vane was supposed to be in Chicago.But he was here.Standing next to Cyrus like this was normal. Like this was where he belonged.“Elias,” Cyrus said smoothly,

I could not stay in that room another second. Everything felt wrong. The air, the people, the way they were all looking at me like I was something they already understood but I had no clue about. My chest felt tight, like I could not get enough air, like if I stayed there any longer, I would lose it completely. “I need to get out,” I said, my voice low but firm. No one stopped me this time, That was the part that scared me the most. I turned and walked away before anyone could say anything else. My steps were quick and uneven, but I did not stop. I did not look back. I just needed space. I needed silence. I needed to think without their voices twisting everything in my head. The hallway felt colder now. I could feel it Or maybe that was just me. I reached the first empty corridor I could find and stopped, pressing my hands against the wall as I tried to steady my breathing. My father was killed. The woman I called my mother was not my mother. Vane knew. All of the

The house did not feel like home anymore. The moment I stepped in, something about the air felt wrong, heavy in a way that pressed against my chest and refused to let go. Bella was sitting on the couch, her fingers tightly intertwined, her gaze distant like she was trying to hold herself together. Lisa stood close to her, unusually quiet, while Riley hovered nearby, clearly confused but too tense to interrupt whatever was already unfolding between us.Elias was still missing, and that alone was enough to snap whatever patience I had left.I shut the door harder than necessary and walked in, my eyes immediately landing on Bella. “Tell me exactly what happened again,” I said, my voice controlled but firm.She looked up at me, her expression fragile but trying to stay composed. “We went to the hospital,” she began, her voice steady at first. “To remove my bandage. Everything was fine. He was normal. Nothing felt off.” She paused, her fingers tightening. “Then on our way back, he said he

I did not realize how tense I was until the door opened again.This time, I did not need to turn to know who it was.I felt him before I saw him.“Leave,” Vane said.His voice was calm, but beneath it was something that made the room shift instantly.The Russian did not argue. That was the first thing that caught my attention. He held my gaze for a second longer, something unreadable passing through his eyes, then stepped back and walked out without another word.The door closed behind him, and just like that, the tension changed.But it did not disappear.It just… redirected.Toward Vane.I turned slowly, my chest tightening as I looked at him. He stood by the door, his posture controlled, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were locked on me like he was trying to figure something out.Or maybe trying to decide something.Neither of us spoke at first.The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable, filled with everything that had not been said yet.“You should not be a

I knew something was wrong before I even saw him.It was in the way the hallway felt when I stepped out of my room. Even the guards looked different. More alert. More careful with their movements.I walked slowly, my eyes scanning everything, my mind already trying to piece together what I had missed.Then I saw him.Vane was standing at the end of the corridor, his back to me, one hand braced against the wall like he needed it to stay steady. That alone was enough to make me stop. I had never seen him like that before. Never seen him look anything less than completely in control.“Vane,” I called.He did not respond immediately.For a second, I thought he might ignore me completely, but then he straightened slightly and turned. The moment his eyes met mine, something tightened in my chest.“What happened?” I asked, stepping closer.“Nothing,” he said.I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head.