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

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Nikolai’s Pov

There were very few things in this world that genuinely held my attention.Power did not impress me. Wealth did not impress me. Men who thought they ruled cities amused me more than anything else. I had seen too many rise and fall to be moved by temporary control.But Elias?Elias was different.I stood by the balcony, a glass of untouched liquor in my hand, watching the estate stretch into the darkness. From the outside, this place looked like nothing more than another wealthy man’s property. Inside, it was something else entirely.A game.A dangerous one.And at the center of it, without even realizing it, was him.My gaze shifted slightly as I thought about earlier. The way he reacted. The way he held himself even after witnessing something most people would break from.Fear had been there, yes. I saw it clearly.But so was something else.Defiance. That was rare.Most people bent the moment they understood where they were. They adapted quickly, choosing silence over resistance. El

Vane is a Mafian

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,

Elias pov

“When were you ever going to tell me?”My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I did not care. It cut through the room, through the silence, through whatever control Vane thought he still had over this situation.He looked at me, his expression tight, like he had already expected this question.“I was trying to protect you,” he said. “I did not want you to be part of it.”I let out a short, disbelieving laugh.“But I am not part of it,” I shot back. “I never asked to be part of whatever this is.”I turned to him immediately, irritation flashing.“What is that supposed to mean?”His eyes held mine, calm and steady, like he had all the time in the world.“It means,” he continued, “you have always been part of this, Elias. You just did not know it.”My jaw tightened.“No. Stop doing that. Stop talking like everything is some kind of hidden puzzle. Just say it.”Cyrus smiled faintly.“Very well.”Something in my chest tightened without warning.“Your father,” he said, “did not die

Truth

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

Elias pov

The hallway felt longer now, stretching in a way that made every step feel delayed. My mind was running too fast, replaying everything, trying to fit pieces together that did not want to fit.My father. Killed.Not sick. Not weak.But Taken out.And my mother…I stopped walking.No.I could not finish that thought.It felt like betrayal in a way I did not know how to explain. Not just from them, but from my own memories. Everything I thought was real now felt like something carefully arranged.I ran a hand over my face and kept moving.I did not know where I was going until I found myself standing in front of a door I recognized.Vane’s room.My jaw tightened.For a second, I hesitated.Then I knocked.No response.I did not wait. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.He was there.Standing near the window, just l

Kai pov

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

Elias pov

I could not stop thinking about what I had seen.The way Cyrus stood there like he owned everything. The way the others obeyed without hesitation. The way that man screamed while they cut him apart like it meant nothing. It kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again, clearer, louder, more real.This was not just some dangerous world.This was a different kind of reality entirely.And somehow, I was standing right in the middle of it.I shut the door behind me harder than I intended and leaned against it, pressing my head back as I tried to steady my breathing. The room felt too quiet compared to everything I had just witnessed. It made it worse. Silence gave my thoughts too much space, and right now, my mind was not a place I wanted to be.I dragged a hand over my face and pushed myself off the door, pacing slowly across the room. There had to be a way out of this. There had to be something I was missing. I could n

Falling apart

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

Cyrus Pov > heated argument

The moment I walked into the room, I knew something had shifted.Vane was already there, standing by the window with his back to me, his posture rigid in a way that immediately put me on edge. He did not turn when I entered, did not acknowledge my presence, but I could feel the tension in the air like something waiting to snap.I closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the silence.“You let him wander too much,” I said calmly, stepping further into the room. “He is starting to see things he should not.”Vane did not move.“He already has,” he replied, his voice low and controlled.I stopped a few steps behind him, studying the set of his shoulders, the tightness in his stance. “Then that is on you,” I said. “You were the one so determined to keep him close.”That got a reaction.He turned sharply, his eyes locking onto mine, and there was no restraint in them this time. “Do not twist this,” he said. “You brought him here.”“I gave him an opportunity,” I corrected, my tone

Something wrong

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.

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