All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 221 - Chapter 229

POV: LukeThe echo of Richard's last words in the federal prison parlor was still buzzing in my ears as the executive jet landed on the private runway of the southern mansion. The old man's threat about the document hidden behind the altar of the property's private chapel had accompanied us throughout the return journey in a dense and cutting silence.I stepped down the aircraft's airstairs with a firm pace, adjusting the leather briefcase where I kept the rights assignment signature we had just wrestled out of him. Frederick walked at my side, jaw clenched and hand close to his gun, his presence exuding a contained fury that would tolerate no more games from the Bianchis or Richard's family."That old bastard tried to leave us with one last mind trap before losing his mind," Frederick hissed, opening the rear door of the armored car waiting for us at the foot of the runway. "He knows he lost customs, he knows he signed his financial ruin, and now he sends us to look for ghosts under

***POV: FrederickThe sunset light filtering through the high stained-glass windows of the private chapel tinted the stone tiles a copper-red. Darrel had already left with the notification of the gala in his hands, leaving us alone in the deep silence of the sacred enclosure.I pulled the small dark mahogany box from the leather briefcase. I opened it slowly, exposing the navy blue velvet cloth where the two solid platinum bands, engraved with our grandparents' names and the date 1952, rested.I picked up one of the rings between my fingers. The cold metal was heavy enough to remind me that we were not holding a simple piece of jewelry inherited from a murky past; we were holding the living testimony of our land's true foundation.I raised my gaze. Luke stood beside the displaced altar, arms crossed and an expression of serene expectation reflected in his clear eyes."What are you doing with my grandparents' rings, Frederick?" Luke asked in a low hiss, breaking the chapel's echo.I d

"Good morning, professors, academic authorities, colleagues, and workers of this province," I began speaking, my voice clear, powerful, and frigid echoing in every corner of the Magna Aula. "For years, we were taught in these very desks that the law is a cold instrument, designed to protect the privileges of the untouchables and punish those without a supporting last name."A religious silence took over the auditorium. The law professors lowered their heads before the undeniable truth of my words."We were told the mercantile and customs system belonged to the cartels, the fronts, and corrupt politicians who sold sea routes to the highest bidder," I continued, raising my chin slightly, gripping the podium with both hands. "They forced us to carry the weight of guilt, the shadow of false kinship, and the misery of a port suffocated by extortion."I looked back toward the front row, connecting my pupils with Frederick's."But this degree I receive today does not belong solely to the law

"There are no offices anymore, Luke," he reminded me in a hoarse, direct hiss, his dark eyes shining like embers in the dark. "There's only you, this boat, and my need to devour you under the stars."He unbuttoned my linen shirt with a single yank, popping the mother-of-pearl buttons that dropped onto the deck. His rough hands, scarred by a life of power and lead, traced every inch of my bare chest with fierce possessiveness.He tilted his head and began kissing my neck with growing urgency, sucking my skin until he drew a moan that lost itself in the sound of the waves."Frederick... here on deck... anyone can see us from the bridge..." I protested in a fake sigh, feeling the pressure of his erect member against my hip."There's no one on the bridge, the automatic navigation system is set, and the whole world can go to hell," he sentenced without parting his lips from my throat. "You're mine on this deck, Luke. Mine under this sky."He lifted me off my waist with brutal force, forcin