All Chapters of My Stepsister, My Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time she reached the last few steps, he was already on his feet, walking toward her. He swallowed as she stopped in front of him, then gave her a respectful nod. "I'm Marcello Romano, your new bodyguard, Ms. De Santis." She narrowed her eyes, studying his features. There was something strangely familiar about him, as though she'd seen him somewhere before but she couldn't quite remember. "Hello," she said, lifting her chin slightly. "I'm Monica. Monica De Rossi, not De Santis." "My apologies, Ms. De Rossi," he said calmly before continuing, "You have my word, ma'am. I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. I'd lay down my life to protect you if I had to." His voice was deep, smooth, and convincingly sincere. He didn't want to waste any time. He wanted to win her trust and leave a good impression from the very first moment. She slowly looked him up and down. "That's cute." Then she let out a mocking laugh. He raised his eyebrows slightly, taken aback by her sudden react

Monica's eyes widened the moment she saw her dresses scattered across the ground, spilled from their shopping bags. For a moment, she simply stared at them in disbelief. No one had ever dared humiliate her like this before. Most people didn't even dare look her in the eye, let alone throw her belongings onto the ground. And by whom? Her own bodyguard. What is wrong with today? Have I suddenly become everyone's punching bag? she thought, anger boiling inside her. "What the hell is this?" she spat. "How dare you?" "You're the one who dares humiliate me like that." Marcello snapped. "I'm your bodyguard, not your slave." He raised a warning finger at her. "Don't you ever do something like that again." Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as she glared at him. He hadn't just humiliated her. He was threatening her, pointing his finger in her face as though she were beneath him. The anger Sam left inside her clashed with the fury Marcello had just triggered. It was too much.

Marcello and Monica were on their way to the nightclub. Neither of them spoke for a long while. The tension inside the car made the drive feel much longer than it actually was. She scrolled aimlessly through her phone, trying to pass the time until they arrived. Whenever Luca drove her, the ride was never this dull. He was around her age, easygoing, and always had something to talk about. Unlike this statue sitting behind the wheel. With a sigh, she slipped her phone back into her purse. Her gaze drifted instinctively to his broad shoulders and jet-black hair. Someone as insufferable as you doesn't deserve to look this good, she thought, her eyes lingering on him despite herself. She shot the back of his head an irritated look, unable to shake the urge to grab his thick skull and slam it against the steering wheel. She smiled, shaking her head quickly as if trying to chase the ridiculous thought away. "Can you drive alright? I mean, does your arm still hurt?" she finally

Monica closed her eyes as a shiver traveled through her body. Her lips parted slightly. When their lips were only an inch apart, her eyes suddenly opened in shock. She came back to her senses all at once, as if she had just broken free from a spell that had clouded her mind. She shoved him away with both hands, forcing him back. She stared at him in disbelief for a moment before slapping him hard across the face. Marcello instinctively closed his eyes the moment her palm struck him. He raised his hand to his cheek, remaining still for seconds, unable to open his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to face her. What could he possibly say to justify what he had done? Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor. A deep sense of shame washed over him, but he couldn't understand what he was truly ashamed of. Was it because he had crossed a line with a woman he had no right to touch, especially one who was engaged to another man? Or was it because he was ashamed of himself... o

Monica woke to the sound of her phone ringing.Still half asleep, she reached for the phone on the nightstand, her eyes barely open. The moment she saw Sam's name on the screen, she broke into a wide grin.She sat up, declined the call with a tap, then switched her phone to silent so the ringing wouldn't wake Maria. She knew he wasn't going to stop calling anytime soon.A new message notification appeared on the screen."Monica, answer this damn phone. I'm losing my mind over here."She chuckled softly and set the phone aside. "I'm sure you won't last another minute over there," she murmured to herself. "If there's anything else good about today, it's that it's the weekend, so at least I won't have to deal with that other idiot." She shook her head, then walked over to her wardrobe and searched for something to wear."Seriously, are all men this stupid?" She finally settled on a yellow summer dress and headed to the bathroom.About fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroo