All Chapters of DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Danny's POV "Apparently, Noah has a step brother and they are battling with inheritance," Chad said.I looked at the tulips. Pink. Pretty. Useless. "It doesn't matter," I whispered. "Noah is still dead."The words felt like lead in my mouth. It didn't matter if it was a step brother or a secret society or that damn Leo. Noah wasn't coming back to tell me how much he wanted me. The politics of it felt like a slap in the face. A life for some inheritance? It was sick.Getting discharged was a blur of paperwork and the smell of the hospital elevator one last time. I thought we were going back to the hotel, back to the mess of suitcases and half packed lives. But as the black SUV pulled away from the clinic, we didn't head toward the center of the city.We drove until the buildings got shorter and the gates got higher.We pulled up to this penthouse that looked more like a fortress. It was draped in what looked like a wall of guards men in black everywhere, ears covered by those curly wi

Chadwicks POV My heart didn’t just break when he called my effort expensive garbage, it felt like it actually shattered into a thousand pieces right there in my chest. No one had ever dared hurt me with words like Danny had just done. I took a deep breath, forcing the air into my lungs, trying so hard not to feel the sting of it. I am a man who handles problems with fire or money, but looking at Danny, I realized I was holding a live wire. I had no idea on what to do. How do I fix a boy that's broken and blaming himself for his friend's death? I didn't argue. I just walked toward him and closed the gap, pulling him into a tight hug. That was the only reasonable thing I could think of doing. He was stiff at first, like he wanted to fight me, but a second later he just gave in. He wrapped his hands around me and burst into a silent cry. The kind of crying that shakes a person’s whole frame. How exactly do I make my boy feel better? I thought, holding him so close I could feel

Danny's POV The window was wide open, letting in that biting 2 AM air, but I didn’t care. I just sat there, staring at the long, winding driveway like if I looked hard enough, I could make his car appear. Nothing. Just the wind and the shadows of those guards moving like ghosts near the gate. It's been over fourteen hours now, and he wasn't back. I mean why would he leave like that? No note, no text, just... gone. I felt like a pathetic kid. I had called him thirty two times. I counted. Every time that robotic voicemail picked up, I felt a new layer of panic clawing at my throat. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly, and walked out to the hallway. "Why is Sanchez not back?" I asked the guard. I didn't even know his name. They all looked the same to me. The guy didn't even blink. "He is probably still busy, sir." Busy? Right. I turned around and stomped down to the living room, pacing back and forth until the soles of my socks felt hot against the tiles. I hope nothing has h

Danny's POV The phone kept vibrating on the marble counter, that low, buzzing sound rattling my brain. It felt like a ticking bomb. "Aren't you going to pick?" I asked, my voice coming out thin and sharp. "Your honey is calling you." Chad didn't move for a second. He looked at the phone, then at me, his face going back into that hard, granite mask he usually saves for the guards. He reached out and flipped the phone face down, silencing the vibration, but the damage was already done. "Danny, look," he started, his voice a bit hoarse. "We aren't divorced yet and it's just a name. I didn't even save it like that... my wife did." The word hit me like a brick to the face. Wife. "Ohhh, your wife did. Got it," I spat. I didn't just feel mad, I felt humiliated. Like I was some side dish he was keeping in a cage while "Honey" was out there in the real world. I turned on my heel, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. But between the sleeping pill still messing with my

Chadwicks POV "I will call Danny now to come home," Sarah’s voice screeched through the tablet one last time, thin and grating like a hacksaw on bone. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was lined with dry sand. I didn't even give her the satisfaction of a goodbye. "He wouldn't take your calls anymore," I snapped. I cut the call. The screen went black, reflecting my own face pale, sweating, and eyes dark with a kind of rage that made my knuckles turn white as I gripped the edge of the desk. My shoulder was a mess of pulsing, rhythmic stabs, but I barely felt it. I was thinking about the phone in Danny’s pocket. The connection she still had to him. The invisible thread she could pull to take him away from this house. From me. He can't be with a mother like that, a woman who wouldn't accept him and lied to him about his birth. Danny doesn't even know yet, he is adopted. I sat in the dark study for hours, pretending to be busy and watching the clock tick toward midnight