All Chapters of My Stepsister Stole My Groom: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DREXONAfter Luneth dropped the bombshell on me, telling me she wanted revenge and she was going to take me up on my offer, she fell into silence—the comforting kind, at least to me. Before I met her, I barely spoke, but since we got married, I've been saying more words than I'd like in a day. It's not the kind that makes me want to grind my teeth in annoyance, but still, it's a bit wonderful to have bits of that old life back. I wonder if she is scheming or plotting what her revenge will be."Thank you," she murmured to the driver. She still has no idea that we are surrounded by a host of bodyguards and special workers who have followed us here on a commercial flight. I know one thing for sure: the people who tried and succeeded in killing me in my previous life are going to come after me again, and this time, I have to be ready and make sure that they do not succeed in doing anything to hurt her as well."Don't you think it's kind of funny that we always have a ride waiting for us?"

LUNETHThe door opens, and Drexon walks into the room, almost as if he is trying to ignore me, because he walks to the closet leading to the bathroom at once and only emerges when he is in comfortable clothes. I look at him, waiting for an explanation or anything. I do not want to be that woman who nags or is difficult, but the interaction from earlier is not making it any easier. I wanted him to stop me from leaving earlier, but it was obvious that he had a lot of things to discuss with her.I clear my throat and walk to the mini fridge in the room. I had my eyes on it since we arrived in the room, but I had not dared to think of taking anything out of it. I don't know where the courage suddenly came from, but now I want some alcohol in my system. I was not a big drinker, and I knew that three glasses of wine would probably knock me out, which is why I would try my best to stick to one bottle."Do you want a glass of wine?" I ask as I pour some for myself. He looks up at me, and I can

LUNETHWithout a word, Drexon steps forward, takes the necklace from the box and hangs it around my neck. He is faster than I would have thought, which made me think of all the women he had done this for in the past. Maybe he had bought quite a number for Mlajore, and that was the reason he was so good at this. I know I am not supposed to be thinking this, but I can't help how my mind works."Do you like it?" He asks, taking a step back and looking straight at it. My hand finds the pendant as I play with it. I know that this would be worth a lot, and I can't lie, I like it, but then I want him to say something about the outfit I had been able to pull together."I do," I say instead of the trouble ravaging my mind."Well then, shall we?" He asks, turning to the door and holding it open. I step out feeling the heels under me. I wonder if I would truly be able to survive wearing this today.In a few minutes we are at the restaurant; it's another high-need one but instead of a quieter plac

DREXONWe continue walking around the streets with Luneth, trying to spot the bodyguards around us. I have to say that the security company I had hired was doing a good job since she was failing at fishing them out. She yawned and shivered a bit."Should we head back?" I say, ready to flag the bodyguard to go get the car."Of course not, the air is good," she said in a loud voice before I could beckon to him. "I like it here.""Are you just stalling, having to go back to the room?" I ask and see her body tense up; I seem to have nailed the nail right on the head."I think you might consider opening up a fortune-telling shop; I think it would do well," she said in a teasing tone. I could not lie; I liked it when she was free with me in this manner. When she was not thinking of revenge or any of those things, when all she wanted to do was be free in life."Do you think so?" I say, trying to take her tone, she looks at me from the side of her eyes and a playful smile breaks on her lips. I

LUNETHFear explodes in my mind as my feet grow cold and my hands grip the sides of the bed, begging for an escape. I throw my hands in the air, but they catch nothing, and this pushes me further into darkness than I would have wandered on my own. The lingering weight on me suddenly lifts, and I feel like I can breathe again. I am still scared to open my eyes, but I hear grunts. Two people—there is more than one person. Did two people think I was so much of a threat that they both came to kill me? Without a word, they were going to wipe me off the earth? Was it that I was destined to live a sorrowful life and then die? The grunting stops, and I open my eyes slowly to see Drexon standing over a badly beaten, unknown man."Oh my goodness," I breathe out as I push myself deeper into the bed, hoping I can go further to hide my embarrassment. I feel sweat and tears trickling down my forehead and eyes at once. I was killed once, but never in this manner; whoever this was wanted to do it once