All Chapters of DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Not My Stepson

Chadwicks POV I sat on the expensive leather chair, leaning back casually as I stared down Ms. Sinclair. The whole apartment smelled like rich mahogany and panic. She was pacing around her space like a trapped animal, her face twisted into a mask of pure, ugly rage. "So why are you in my house unannounced? Why did you barge in!" she screamed, her voice cracking at the end as she slammed her hand against the edge of her wooden desk. I just laughed, the sound low and dry in my throat, though my fingers tightened hard against the leather arms of the seat. I wanted to rip this place apart but I had to hold it in. "Well, you have been avoiding me so I had to break into your life." She stopped pacing, a sharp bitter smirk spreading across her lips as she tried to pull her posture together. She crossed her arms tightly. "So why are you here? My son is dead, you have no ties with us anymore." I laughed again, louder this time, shaking my head at the absolute audacity of this wo

A New Family

Chadwicks POV "What rumours?" The words came out flat, but the temperature in the room dropped instantly. Ms. Sinclair’s face adjusted. The terror that had been making her shake a second ago just melted away, replaced by this small twisted look of realization. She wasn't looking intimidating anymore, but she sat up a little straighter. "You have no idea what's happening back home, do you?" My jaw tightened so hard a sharp pain shot up into my temple. I leaned in closer, my hands flat on the smooth wood of her desk. "What rumours?" "Well," she started, a slow, ugly confidence creeping back into her voice as she looked right at me. "There is a rumour about a son who snatched his mum's husband away. Your wife and her friend are the rumour mongers. Seems like after all you have nothing under control..." Beside me, Rojit turned and stared at me. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, but I didn't look back at him. My chest felt tight. "How did you hear ab

She's a monster

Danny's POV It’s been three days since the world cracked open. Three days since Chad sat me down and told me Noah was definitely still alive. My brain couldn't steady itself. Every time the room went quiet, the phantom weight of the past month crawled back onto my chest....all those nights spent staring at the ceiling, shivering under the blankets, suffocating under a guilt that wasn’t even mine to carry. "Look at me," Chad murmured. I blinked, pulling my gaze away from the glass coffee table. We were in the living room, the low hum of the television filling the space between us. Chad wasn't looking at the screen, his dark eyes were fixed entirely on me. I sank lower into his lap, letting the heavy, familiar heat of his thighs anchor me. His large hand slid into my hair, his thumb sweeping behind my ear, tracing the sensitive skin of my neck in slow, rhythmic circles. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to let the steady rise and fall of his chest lull me into forgetting

Sleeping Giant

Danny's POV Uhmm why would....she do this to me?” The words came out cracked and broken, a pathetic, desperate sound. “I mean my sexuality isn't a choice.. it's just who I am... why is she being such a hypocrite?” She was my mother. She had carried me. And she had just signed me away like a bad debt. She didn't even ask about me or anything. Chad’s arms tightened around me, his grip so fierce it almost hurt, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Don't worry about it anymore okay. She's just a monster and you wouldn't be going back to her... don't think about it.” I clutched at the fabric of his shirt, letting his scent blot out the world. I rested my head against his collarbone, listening to the heavy unbothered rhythm of his heart, trying to hide from the wreckage. “You know what's weird?” I whispered into the dark space between us. Chad’s hand stroked my back, his touch steady. “What?” I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring blankly past his shoulder. “She...

Horny Mafia Boss

Danny's POV My back hit the drywall so hard my breath ripped straight out of my lungs. Honestly, instinct just took over and I wrapped my legs tight around Chad’s thick waist, my fingers clawing into the hard muscles of his bare shoulders because my head was spinning so fast I couldn't find any grip. "Ughhhh!" I lolled my head backwards against the wall, the cool plaster hitting my sweaty skin as Chad slammed into me with brutal force. Like, there was nothing gentle about it at all. His large hands were clamped tight around my thighs, bruising my skin and holding me and completely steady as he drove deep, anchoring us both. Every single hit made my chest heave, the heat between us heavy and loud in the dark room. I couldn't even think straight. Our skin was just slick with sweat, rubbing together in the dark until everything exploded behind my eyes and we both hit the peak, completely breathless. After nutting, the air slowly came back into the room. My legs slid down his bod

He Lied To You

Chadwick POV Morning light was flooding the grand study, making everything too bright, but I just sat there behind my massive desk with my fingers resting on my laptop keyboard. I was staring straight at a completely blank document. I was typing absolutely nothing. My mind was completely jammed, looping Danny's voice over and over in my head like a broken record. These days you act like a child. Me? Childish? The words rubbed me completely the wrong way. Frustrated by my own lack of concentration, I slammed the laptop shut with a loud snap, grabbed my phone and dialed a speed contact. The second the line clicked open, I didn't even wait for a greeting. I spoke in a low, commanding tone. "Please be in my study right now, don't let Danny know you are coming here." Erica’s voice responded on the other end, sounding totally thrown off and confused. "Okay." Five minutes later, a soft knock came to the door. "You can come in," I called out, shifting slightly in my seat. Erica w

Heated Argument

Chadwicks POV I was quietly organizing a stack of confidential files on my desk when my door swung open without a warning. I frowned, looking up. Rojit walked in, but he wasn't in his usual casual wear from yesterday at all. He was dressed in a crisp, sharp hard suit, looking stiff and completely on edge. My eyes narrowed automatically. "Why are you dressed like this? We aren't going anywhere today, right?" Rojit stopped directly in front of the desk. His face was dead white, completely devoid of all color, like he had just seen a ghost, it was a familiar look, the kind of look I prayed he never had. "We have a problem." The cold tone in his voice made my chest tighten. I dropped the files onto the wood, sitting back heavily in my chair, staring up at him. "What?" Rojit swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he tried to find his voice. "Trackers were found in our vehicles." My eyes turned lethal in a split second, my hands gripping the armrests. "What? all of them?"

Image Of My Mother

Danny's POV I slammed the door shut, my hands shaking so badly I could barely find the deadbolt. I threw the lock forcing it into place, and the second it clicked, my knees just gave out completely. I slid straight down the heavy wood until my ass hit the floor, my chest heaving so hard it felt like my ribs were going to crack open from the pressure. I couldn't get any air in. Hot tears were already spilling over my cheeks, blurring everything around me into a messy, dark smudge. My head was a complete trainwreck. Everything inside my brain was just spinning, looping the same horrific images over and over again like a film I couldn't switch off. Chad. The raw terrifying fury in his voice. The brutal way he lunged at Rojit, the heavy sickening sound of his fist connecting on poor Rojit. And the words he said. God, he was barking at Rojit for not killing Elena. He said....he didn't care about what I wanted or not....he doesn't care about my feelings. He was willing to kill peop

Wrong Narrative

Danny's POV I kept my hands pushed up between us, pressing my palms together in a desperate, trembling prayer, just begging him with everything I had left. “Please go away... just go away for now...please” Before Chad could even wrap his head around it or press me any further, a shadow fell over the wrecked doorway. It was Rojit. His face was already swelling up, a nasty dark bruise forming right where Chad's fist had cracked against his cheekbone. He looked at his boss, his posture stiff, his voice completely tight and devoid of any warmth. “Let's leave.” Chad hesitated for a split second, his massive frame shifting like he wanted to argue, but I couldn't take another second of them hovering over me. I aggressively wiped my tears off my face with the back of my hand, forcing myself to speak up. "No need, I am going back to my own room. I can't stay in a room with a broken door." I didn't even wait for a response. I just pushed right past the both of them, my shoulder

I am not your home

Danny's POV The previous day was just a blurry, exhausting mess. I stayed locked in my room, staring blankly at nothing, my brain completely checked out because thinking about reality was just too much to handle. Knock knock. I jolted up quickly on the mattress, my chest tightening so hard it almost gave me a heart attack. My hands instantly went cold. Was it Chadwick again? Was he coming back to break down another door now. "Who's... who's there?" I yelled out, my voice cracking, sounding way more pathetic and terrified than I wanted it to. "It's me, Erica. Please open the damn door." Hearing her voice made the tight knot in my chest loosen just a tiny bit. I pushed myself off the bed.. walked over to the door, and unbolted it. Erica walked straight in, carrying a heavy tray of food. She didn't look at me with pity or ask how I was doing this time around, she just laid it down on the small table with a loud thud. She crossed her arms, looking at me with that tired, no

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