All Chapters of Owned By My Stepdad(MxM): Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

I woke up to quiet movement.Not loud enough to startle me, but enough to pull me out of sleep slowly, like my mind was trying to catch up before my body did. For a moment, I did not move. I just lay there, staring at nothing in particular, trying to place where I was.Then I felt it.Warmth, Close Breath.Bella.She was still there, curled slightly into my side like she had not moved much through the night. Her breathing was soft and steady, her hand loosely resting against my arm like she needed that small point of contact to stay grounded even in sleep.I exhaled slowly, careful not to wake her.For a second, everything felt… normal.Not perfect, not simple, but in a way that did not demand anything from me. No questions. No tension. Just a moment where nothing was pulling at me.I stayed like that for a while.Just listening to her breathe.Then eventually, I shifted slightly, easing myself out from under her without breaking that calm. She stirred a little, her brows pulling toge

The night air felt different when we stepped out of the cinema.Not lighter, exactly, but easier to breathe. Bella stretched beside me like she had just woken up from something more than a movie, then bumped her shoulder lightly against mine.“You definitely owe me food now,” she said.“For what?” I asked.“For sitting through a movie with someone who barely watched it,” she replied without hesitation.I shook my head slightly. “You were talking the entire time.”“Because you were not paying attention,” she said. “Which made it my responsibility to fix the situation.”“That is not how that works.”“It is tonight,” she said, already walking ahead.I followed.The restaurant was not far. Small, warm lighting, not too crowded but not empty either. It felt like the kind of place people came to talk more than eat, which, knowing Bella, was exactly why she chose it.We got a table by the window.She sat across from me, immediately grabbing the menu like she had not eaten in days.“I am orde

The door to Elias’s room creaked open softly, the dim glow from the hallway spilling across the wooden floor. Kai stepped inside, his bare feet silent on the cool planks. The air was thick with the scent of rain from the open window and the faint musk of sweat from their earlier sparring session downstairs. Elias sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head slightly bowed. The room was quiet except for the distant patter of rain against the roof.Kai closed the door behind him with a gentle click. “Hey… are you okay?”Elias lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting Kai’s. For a long moment, neither spoke. The tension that had been simmering between them for weeks—stolen glances during cooking, lingering touches that lasted too long.Elias’s lips parted, his voice low and rough. “Yeah… I’m good.”But the words hung heavy. Their gazes locked, brown meeting stormy gray, and something unspoken passed between them. Kai’s heart hammered in his chest. He took a step closer, then anothe