All Chapters of He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third Person POV.Ryan stirred from his sleep, a faint sense of irritation tugging at the edges of his consciousness as the insistent ring of his phone pierced through his quiet morning. With a frustrated sigh, he forced his tired eyes open, half-expecting to find Scarlet nestled beside him in bed. But the empty space beside him only served to deepen his confusion as he began to wonder where she went.Picking up his phone from the bedside table, Ryan’s frown deepened when he saw that it was Elena calling. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he swiftly dismissed the call, his discomfort at the mere sight of her name evident. He had a sinking suspicion about the reason for her call, but the last thing he wanted was to engage in any conversation with her at that moment.He didn’t think he had the strength to deal with her problems, and he had also been avoiding her after the scene she pulled in Italy.“Scarlet?” Ryan called out, the echo of his voice bouncing off the empty walls of his room

Third Person POV.Scarlet sat at the dining table, the letter from Isabella clutched tightly in her hand. Her eyes flickered across the words, disbelief etched into her features as she absorbed the shocking revelation that Isabella’s death had been a murder.The seriousness of the accusation in the letter settled heavily in her chest, causing her to feel a surge of conflicting emotions in her mind. After everything that had transpired between them, she never expected to receive a letter from Isabella, let alone one that detailed the circumstances of her death.The letter told Scarlet that whatever the circumstances of her death were, Scarlet should know that she was killed. Isabella also mentioned in the letter that she wasn’t going to apologize for anything that she did to Scarlet because she wasn’t sorry. She added that she didn’t regret hurting Scarlet because she hated her and enjoyed watching her suffer.Scarlet let out a sigh of disbelief as she could feel the hatred Isabella ha

Third Person POV. Emily stood on the weight scale, her heart pounding in her chest as she nervously bit her fingernails, waiting for her mother’s verdict. It was the end of the week, the dreaded day when her mother would assess her progress on her weight loss journey, a journey that had consumed her life for the past three years.Her mother’s voice echoed in her mind, and the cruel words seared into her memory like a brand. Three years ago, when she was just eleven years old, she had been told that she had to be beautiful to be recognized, and in her mother’s eyes, beauty equated to thinness.In her mother’s own words, “You can’t expect to be seen as beautiful when you look like you have dumplings stuck in your cheeks, Emily. If you want to be respected, and praised, you have to stop looking like a stuffed turkey. Only then will you be taken seriously.”She remembered how she had been labeled as overweight and unattractive by her mother on several occasions, a fate that had driven h

Third Person POV Emily’s car glided into the apartment complex, and as she parked in the lot, her mind churned with a mix of emotions. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the confrontation she had sought with the woman who had dared to cross the line with her repeatedly.After she had asked her mother to look into Susan, her mother finally got back to her with loads of information, but only one of them initially stood out to her.The revelation that her rival, Susan Montez, had upgraded to a grander apartment following the explosive confrontation she had with them after she had caught them together, ignited a spark of fury in Emily.With her mind made up, Emily made her way to Susan’s apartment. As she stepped out of the elevator onto Susan’s floor, she straightened her shoulder and prepared her mind.Standing in front of the apartment door, Emily’s hand hovered over the doorbell, a palpable tension pulsing through her veins. With a decisive press, the piercing chime echoe

Third Person POV. As the room filled with the echoing sound of Emily’s wicked and sadistic cackle, the fear that flickered across Susan’s face sent a shiver down her spine.Despite Susan’s attempt to maintain a façade of courage, the raw terror reflected in her eyes only fueled Emily’s twisted amusement. It delighted her to see Susan trembling, to know that the mere sight of her pulling the trigger had reminded Susan of the imminent threat of death that could befall her in any second.“Scaredy cat, aren’t you, Susan?” Emily taunted between her laughter, the malicious glee evident in her voice as she reveled in Susan’s distress. “Don’t worry, the gun isn’t loaded yet,” she added with a smirk, the glint of malevolence in her eyes as she relished in the power she held over Susan.A look of disbelief mingled with fear flashed across Susan’s features as she stared at Emily in shock.“You’re absolutely crazy,” she managed to stammer out, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in.Sc