Todos os capítulos de My Stepsister Stole My Groom: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

LUNETHOnce I drop the kids off at school, I head over to the mall. If Maljore and Rose want a show, then a show I shall give to them. The first shop I step into has a girl who is slightly mean to me."Can you get me your manager?" I ask when she does not lift her eyes from her phone, cackling as if she were a witch. She looks up at me and runs her eyes up and down my body as if she were annoyed. I will ask her that, but I went anyway to the backroom and emerged later with a man in his late forties. He seemed to be coming towards me in annoyance but stopped when he spotted my face behind the counter."Mrs. Moreaux," the man seemed to know who I was and began to stutter on the spot. I tilted my head with a smile to them, and the smug expression on the girls' faces was gone. He turned to her and began to scream at her. "I thought you said that a random woman was causing chaos here? This is Drexon Moreaux's wife, and you call her random? How dare you?" he asked, furious at her."I thought

LUNETHI am back home after a long day. I have the staff help me bring the bags into the house, and they are all lying on the floor waiting for me to open and unravel each of them. I stood in the closet, tired by what had happened. I hear the front door open and then close, and then Drexon's hands hold me from behind."You fought well today," he murmurs into my ears, and I close my eyes, trying to bask in the moment as much as I can."Did I?" I ask, wiggling in his hand so I can face him."You even did much more than I could," he said, taking out his phone from his pocket and giving it to me. The headlines are even more telling than I would have thought.'LUNETH DREXON, THE WOMAN WITH POWER?'I smile at the headline and then tilt my head at him. "So you won't be mad at the other purchases I made, right?" I ask, and without thinking to ask me what it might be, he nods. "Even if it is a watch for Melissa, Tema, and Kellan?" I see a moment where he wants to ask a tonne of questions, but i

LUNETH"If you wanted to stay back and not go to this wedding, then you should have told me. There is no need for you to wear this dress." Drexon walked in on me and could barely keep his eyes on my face; they kept darting to my body. "Are you going to wear this? Do you want me to be arrested for inappropriate behaviour tonight?" he asked, and I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions from flying all over the place."I wanted them to know that I am beautiful.""They are blind if they need you to show them; just one glance and...""I never knew you were this expressive," I say as he walks to me and stands between me and the mirror. "I have always thought of you as the big uncle who was not on our level and wouldn't say more than a word even when necessary.""Is that so?" I nod in response, trying to finish up my makeup. He planted his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. "I wonder what made you say that.""I don't know, maybe the frown you always carried on your face or maybe

DREXONI can feel Luneth's withdrawal; it is subtle, but it is loud. I had not wanted her to find out like this; I was going to tell her when the time was right, at least that was what I told myself, but it ended up being that the time was never right. I greatly regret it now; I should have told her that evening when I got back from being investigated.When Melissa suggested that we go say hello to Grandmother, I had thought she would kick against it, but seeing her stand up, ready to face the woman without me, made it all worse. I stood up and held her hand, but she tightened her grip in my hold. She was being gracious enough not to embarrass me here, even though I knew I deserved it."Drexon and his wife, you made it," Rose said when we stopped at her table. She smiled, but I could see the displeasure in her eyes."My name is Luneth, and you can address me as such." Luneth steps forward, and it is almost as if she is asking for a fight. Rose looked at her as if she had spoken nonsens

LUNETHI woke up feeling empty and sore; I had cried for a long time before I drifted to sleep. If it had been a weekday, I would have been grateful that at least I could use the guise of taking the kids to school to avoid seeing Drexon, but since it was a Saturday, I had to go sit down at breakfast and look at him when my heart still couldn't understand why he would want to hide something so sensitive from me.I do not want the kids to think something is up with us, but how can I pretend? I look at myself in the mirror, and I look like a terrible mess. I had not looked like this in a very long time, and it made my heart break further. I was angry with Drexon, but I missed him terribly.If he were here, he would brighten up the room already; it was kind of weird that the same man everyone bowed their heads to was the same man who made me laugh in countless ways. I sigh at the mirror and try to think of a way to make my dark circles disappear. After sitting at the mirror for too long, I