All Chapters of He chose my stepsister. I chose his rival : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third Person POV.Emily’s eyelids fluttered open, her head throbbing dully as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. As her vision cleared, she realized with a jolt that her hands and feet were bound, restricting her movements, and a gag was firmly in place over her mouth, muffling any attempt to cry out.Panic surged through her as she struggled against her restraints. Her eyes darted frantically around the dimly lit space, and she immediately picked up on the fact that she was in a warehouse. The familiar surroundings sent a chill down her spine, and it dawned on her that the vast space, filled with towering stacks of crates and machinery, had the unmistakable mark of Henry’s construction company logo.The realization that she was trapped in one of his warehouses filled Emily with a mix of fear and anger.Frustration boiled in her as she tugged at the ropes binding her wrists, the coarse fibers digging into her skin with each futile attempt to break free. The sting of pain mad

Third Person POV.Scarlet sat on the edge of the bed, her nerves frayed from waiting for Ryan to return home. She tapped her feet impatiently against the floor, the sound echoing through the empty room. Since Mary had dropped the bombshell about Ryan supposedly knowing the cock and bull story of Susan being her half-sister, Scarlet had been consumed by a whirlwind of emotions and questions.“Why didn’t he tell her? What was he hiding from her? What was going on with him?” These and many more were the questions she had in mind, and it had bothered her all day.Rather than confront Ryan right away, she had made the decision to seek the truth from her father first, and after hearing how different Martin’s story was, she was now unsure as to whether or not Mary hadn’t lied to her and mentioned Ryan just to trigger her. Mary must know Ryan was the only person in the world she could trust, so Scarlet wouldn’t be surprised if her dumb blonde stepmother thought mentioning Ryan’s name would be

Third Person POV.Henry crossed his arms, his face hardening with frustration and disbelief at Emily’s audacity to actually come to his house, knowing that he wanted nothing to do with her.“We have nothing to talk about,” Henry stated firmly. “You know better than to show your face here, especially now that you’ve been publicly exposed as mentally unstable. Don’t make me call security to have you dragged out.”Emily let out a dark, unimpressed laugh, her eyes glittering with a mix of amusement and malice. “Oh, sweetheart, please be serious,” she retorted, her voice dripping with contempt. “Just because the world doesn’t know that you’re equally as crazy as I am doesn’t change the fact that you’re just as deranged. When we’re alone, try not to act like a better person. You’ll only be pissing me off even more.”Henry’s nostrils flared, his anger threatening to boil over. He took a step forward, and his eyes narrowed into slits. “Watch your words,” he warned through gritted teeth. “I’m

Third Person POV.Mary’s eyes widened in shock and confusion as Emily abruptly handed her a gun, her mind struggling to comprehend the situation.Just moments ago, after Emily showed up in the house to use as her temporary hiding place, Mary casually mentioned to her that Scarlet had invited her out for a talk, and she was preparing for her meeting with Scarlet before Emily walked in.As soon as Mary mentioned it, Emily immediately started to plot how to use the meeting as a chance to get rid of Scarlet. Now, faced with a weapon in her hands, Mary couldn’t help but voice her disbelief.“Emily, are you crazy?” Mary exclaimed. “Why in the world would I need a gun?”Emily rolled her eyes, a hint of frustration evident in her demeanor. She had grown tired of her mother’s reluctance to accept the drastic measures they needed to take. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Mary, her voice tinged with exasperation.“Open your eyes and look around you for goodness’ sake,” Emily rep

Third Person POV.Scarlet’s frustration simmered as Mary’s pretense only fueled her anger.“Spare me the theatrics,” Scarlet scoffed. “I know the truth. For whatever sick reason, you lied to me about Susan being my sister, but I know now that my sister’s name was Diana, and I’m certain that you had something to do with her death.”Mary stared at Scarlet, a hint of surprise mingling with the amusement that danced in her eyes. She let out a sigh, a pang of resignation laced in her voice. “And who, may I ask, told you all this?” she inquired.Scarlet crossed her arms tightly across her chest, refusing to say anything to Mary for now. “It doesn’t matter who told me,” she responded. “What matters is that you come clean and tell me the truth. Did you have a hand in Diana’s death? Did you kill my sister?”Mary’s amusement turned into a tired resignation as she ran a hand through her hair. She met Scarlet’s gaze, weariness mirrored in her eyes. “Do you really think you can get a confession ou