Lahat ng Kabanata ng He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Scarlet’s POVScarlet sat across the table from Ryan, the remnants of their pizza dinner laid out before them. The ambiance was cozy, with dim lighting casting a warm glow over the room. But despite the comfortable setting, her mind raced with thoughts, and her heart was still reeling from the unexpected question Ryan had posed earlier.As she picked absentmindedly at a stray piece of mozzarella on her plate, Ryan’s words echoed in her mind, a constant loop that refused to fade into the background. How would you feel if I told you I loved you? The question had come out of nowhere, catching her off guard and leaving her speechless, a jumble of emotions swirling inside her.Instead of responding in the moment, she had excused herself to retrieve their pizza, a simple task that provided her with a moment of respite to gather her thoughts. Since then, the air between them had been thick with unspoken words, a tension hanging heavy in the silence that settled between them.Ryan, too, seeme

Henry POVAs I walked into the office of my psychologist, Elena Marchetti, I was met with the familiarity of the space, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of both relief and excitement. It had been a while since I last sat across from her, pouring out every thought in my head and knowing that all she could do was listen, and no matter what I said to her, it wouldn’t leave this room.Elena rose from her seat behind the desk, a small smile gracing her features as she greeted me. “Welcome, Mr. Jones. It’s been some time since your last appointment,” she commented.I chuckled softly. “I haven’t had much reason to visit, Elena,” I replied, the comfort of familiarity settling in my chest at the sight of her familiar face.Elena rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ve told you before, Mr. Jones. I’m your doctor. You can address me as Dr. Marchetti,” she chided gently.I chuckled again. “I’d still prefer Elena over Dr. Marchetti any day. Besides, you know how much I dislike your last name. I also

Third Person POV.Ryan and Scarlet made their way back to their apartment, a sense of foreboding lingering in their minds as they prepared to confront the unsettling news that awaited them.As they entered, their eyes fell on Lizzy, who sat perched on the sofa, her expression drawn and weary.Ryan wasted no time quizzing his sister.“Lizzy, what’s going on? What did you mean by what you said about Dad being questioned for drug use?”Turning to face him, Lizzy’s gaze met his.“Mom called me a few hours ago,” she began. “She explained that Dad was summoned by the police for questioning and that he had been held for about an hour before the lawyers managed to secure his release. She was crying so much while explaining that the cops had accused Dad of drugs and were claiming to have evidence against him.”“He is out of custody for now, but despite him being back home, he is still under investigation,” she revealed. “The reporters got wind of the incident very quickly, and now articles are

Third Person POV.As Ryan and Scarlet stepped foot back in the States, their first destination was the Marchetti mansion. Ryan had been dreading this moment since their plane landed. Returning home had never been Ryan’s favorite routine, and this time didn’t feel that much different.Scarlet stood by his side as they made their way through the grand halls of the Marchetti mansion. As soon as they walked in, Ryan wasted no time and approached one of the nearby attendants, his voice carrying a note of urgency as he inquired about the whereabouts of his parents.“Where can I find my parents? Where are they right now?” Ryan’s tone was firm.The servant, a middle-aged man with a weathered face, bowed in respect before answering, “Master Marchetti is in his study, sir, while the madam is resting in her bedroom.”An expression of concern flickered across Ryan’s features as he questioned further, “Is everything alright with my mother? Did something happen?”The servant’s demeanor shifted slig

Third Person POVSusan exuded confidence as she made her way into Henry’s apartment, the fabric of her seductive dress clinging to her curves in all the right places, hinting at a tantalizing allure.The dress she wore was strategically chosen, exposing just enough of her firm breasts to elicit a reaction from Henry, a reaction she knew all too well. They had agreed to meet at one of his lavish apartments to celebrate the success of her mission, a mission that had sent shockwaves through the city at the expense of a notable figure who fathered a man she despised.With each deliberate step she took, Susan’s gaze held a glint of mischief as she headed straight for Henry’s bedroom, aware that he would be waiting for her there. Stepping into the room, her eyes immediately landed on Henry, shirtless and reclined on the bed, a picture of raw masculinity that never failed to captivate her.A sly smile played on her lips as she approached him with purpose, her intentions as clear as day.With