All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"I didn't know about the bomb!" Darla screamed, looking at Frederick in terror. "I swear to you on the memory of your father! A man named Varga sought me out at the apartment. He told me Richard had died in bankruptcy and that if I signed that supporting bond, they would give me twenty percent of the ships' shares so I could rebuild my life.""You agreed to sell out your own children for twenty percent of the customs firm," I snapped at her, stepping forward, rage tightening my throat. "You knew perfectly well that by activating series B, Sigma's firm would be frozen and Frederick and I would end up in a federal cell or dead on the docks.""I was desperate, Luke!" she sobbed, trying to take my hand, but I yanked it away. "I was on the street! I thought that if the Balboas took the port, you could negotiate with them using your law degree!""Don't you ever speak my profession in this house again," I warned her, my face transforming into an icy coldness. "You didn't use me to negotiate;

I walked to the center of the wooden catwalk, opened my leather briefcase with a sharp click, and pulled out the clear plastic folder containing the seizure document and the gold flash drive I had taken from my mother."We aren't here to offer fifty million dollars, Varga," I announced out loud, my lawyer's tone echoing impeccably throughout the warehouse. "We are here to present the decree of absolute nullity for this auction and the immediate seizure order for all assets in this facility for international smuggling."Varga's smile vanished from his features as he gripped the bronze gavel tightly."That paper isn't worth a single piece of shit in this warehouse, Waid!" Varga yelled, gesturing to the ten mercenaries guarding the walls of the room. "The only law here is these investors' money! Security, throw these two pieces of trash off my dock!"The ten mercenaries stepped forward, drawing pistols and submachine guns from beneath their jackets.In that split second of sepulchral sus

"You're exasperating with your laws, little bird," I ground out through my teeth, but I squeezed his thigh tightly over the fabric of his pants."I'm the lawyer who is going to save your house tonight, Bayron," he responded with a dark smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth.The vehicle braked in front of warehouse four's iron gate. The SUV's high beams illuminated the six armed guards securing the pedestrian entrance. They all wore dark suits and private frequency earpieces.I got out first. I squeezed the gun's butt under the lapel of my tuxedo and opened the door for Luke. He stepped down with his head held high, the leather briefcase in his right hand, and an impeccable ease that paralyzed the door thugs instantly."Messrs. Bayron..." the head guard said, clearing the way in fear. "The main hall is already full. The auctioneer is about to open the first bid.""Open the door and shut your mouth," I snapped at him in a flat tone.We pushed open the double wooden doors.The

"Understood, Mr. Bayron!" the officers nodded, yanking steel handcuffs onto Anastasia while she continued laughing uncontrollably."That house is going to be your staff's grave, Frederick!" Anastasia screamed as the guards dragged her toward the service exit. "Fire doesn't go out with your damned laws!"I spun on my heels toward the stage. Luke was already on his feet, adjusting the jacket of his blue suit, his laptop tucked under his arm, his eyes locked onto the helipad door."Let's get to the helicopter right now, Frederick!" Luke demanded fiercely, taking my arm to drag me up the emergency stairs. "If the dock pipes collapse, the mansion's pressure line explodes in ten minutes.""To the roof, let's go!" I answered him, taking him by the waist to boost him up the metal steps.We climbed the three floors of the control tower in less than two minutes, the air tainted by smoke rising from the sheds. We stepped out onto the open roof. The freezing night wind whipped our faces while the

Before I could drag him into the bedroom to seal the night on the king-size mattress, the blaring sound of a special-toned siren, different from the provincial patrol cars, echoed from the mansion's access avenue.A flash of blue and white strobe lights illuminated the glass windows of the property's front facade.I furrowed my brow instantly, releasing Luke from my arms, grabbing the semiautomatic pistol resting in my pants holster."What the hell is happening down there?" I ground out in an icy tone. "I ordered the guard not to let any local police patrol through at this hour.""That siren tone doesn't belong to the local or provincial police, Frederick," Luke said, stiffening beside me, recognizing the tone with his lawyer's memory. "That is the alert system for the Foreign Ministry and vehicles with diplomatic immunity."We stepped out onto the front balcony overlooking the main entrance.A black armored SUV with gold diplomatic license plates from the European embassy and two fed