All Chapters of Owning My Stepfather:A Forbidden Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ClaireWe were not at a great place as a family. Well, the media would tell you we are a perferct family. Which was true as I had managed to offer the public the perferct frame of what our family is. Behind the charade, I could actually laugh at myself then spiral into psychosis because nothing is as perfect as i would like it to be.My son no longer acted like I was the worst mother though i'm sure he thinks it from time to time. He dropped out of law school and that is something that distractes me during meetings sometimes. I do not know what he is up to and that alone is bad. Sure, he spends most time in the office but that boy is as unpredictable as his father was. I let out a heavy sigh before taking a sip of my wine and allowing my mind to drift off to Williams.My husband was the best. Calm and supportive and he did not require much from me. Unlike my last husband who even cheated on me.‘That bastard!’ I hiss, stomping my feet.He had convinced Elias he was the best man in th

Liam“You’re seriously going home this holiday?” Elias asks, idly spinning in my desk chair.“I have to. I already told you that.”“I know, it’s just...” He stops spinning, planting his feet on the floor and directing his full attention onto me. I halt my packing and look up. “I just wish you’d agree to let me go with you. I have nothing to do here. Please, my dear friend, take me with you.” he begs.“You’re employed now, remember? It’s your family’s firm, but I don’t think William would just let you take off on a whim.”“I can take time off. If I apply now, by the time we’ll-”“No.” I reach over and snatch the shirt he was holding out of his hands. “You are not using me as an excuse to dodge work.”He groans loudly, throwing his head back against the chair. I can't help but laugh.“Besides, I’m not going to be gone long,” I add, folding the shirt into my bag. “Just a few days to check on my mother and sibling. I hear Mom is sick, and I need to figure out what’s actually going on sinc

LiamI hated traveling, so all my life I had avoided unnecessary journeys.But this situation called for it, and even though I was excited to see my family...no , I wasn't. So that was two things pissing me off right out of the gate.Three, if I included the weather. The low-hanging gray clouds made it clear that it was going to rain very soon.The taxi driver’s agonizingly slow pace was just proof that I wouldn't be home anytime soon and that increased my agitation.'Perfect.' I think, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. 'Just what I needed.'“I’m sure your family has missed you so much,” the driver said, cutting through the quiet.I groaned internally, reminding myself exactly why I had left this miserable small town in the first place. Everyone was in everyone else’s business, and I despised it. That’s why, when I finally moved away, I cut off all contact with everyone and made my mother swear on her life not to give my phone number out to a single soul.I let out a heavy sigh and

Liam“Why do you look so shocked?” Cathy asked, wiping her hands on a napkin.“Um... I just found out I have another sister,” I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck. “And the name of the father sounds familiar,too familiar and I’m desperately hoping it’s not who I think it is.”She stares at me like I was blubbering complete nonsense.This was bad. Real bad.“You might want to sit down before you collapse,” she said, gesturing toward the living room.I followed her to the couch, my limbs feeling heavy and numb. Cathy grabbed a wet wipe, cleaned her fingers, and reached for the pizza box on the table. She pulled out a warm slice and held it out to me.“No, I’m... I’m not hungry,” I murmured, waving it away. If I eat right now I may just puke.She raises an eyebrow at me but didn't press. “I know it’s shocking, but is it that shocking?”I shake my head, desperately needing to steer my mind away from the sudden horror. “How’s school?” I asked, abruptly changing the subject.“All the sa

EliasA four a.m. flight. A fucking four a.m. flight,that’s what William had ordered me to book.Now we were high in the air. I was sleepy, cranky, and starving with zero appetite, with still an hour left before we reached our destination. He had insisted that I booked economy because there was no need for first class.There is always a need for first class but I wasn’t about to argue over that.Beside me, William was typing away furiously on his laptop beside me. God, I hated his work habits.We were flying out for a client, not strictly as representatives of the primary firm, but because the client had specifically requested William, even offering to cater to every single expense just to get him in the room.“Stop shuffling so much,” William mumbled, his eyes never leaving the bright screen.“Easy for you to say. You’re used to being up at odd hours.”“If you had carried a book like I suggested, you’d have something to keep your mind occupied.”I snort. “Right. Because waking up ear