All Chapters of My Stepsister, My Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you threatening me, you bastard?"He shook his head, clearly amused. "You're quite the foul-mouthed woman, aren't you?"She stepped closer. "I can swear at you using every curse word humanity has ever created.""I don't doubt that for a second." A teasing smile played on his lips. "But you're a woman. You should be more refined than that." He raised an eyebrow. "Are all women from your upper-class world this foul-mouthed, or are you just special?"Her jaw tightened. "Are you seriously going to lecture me now about how I should behave?""No." He shrugged casually. "I'm simply pointing out a flaw of yours. No man would willingly stay with a woman who talks the way you do."A sarcastic laugh escaped her lips as she glanced down at her perfectly manicured nails before looking back at him. "Don't worry about that. I already have a man who adores even the air I breathe. A man you couldn't even compare yourself to."He leaned against the front of the car, c

Sam stood before them, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His eyes darkened with fury and jealousy, his jaw locked so tightly that it seemed he was using every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself from tearing Marcello apart.Sam had always been an incredibly possessive and jealous man. He couldn't stand seeing any man get close to Monica, even if he was nothing more than a friend. There had even been a time when he wanted her to cut Matteo and Enzo out of her life completely.As for David, things were even worse. Every time he saw him anywhere near Monica, he felt an overwhelming urge to kill him.Meanwhile, Monica stood frozen in place, her heart pounding against her ribs, her tongue tied and unable to form a single word. She honestly didn't know why she was in this strange state of fear. Fear was unfamiliar to her. Not once had she ever been afraid of Sam, not even when she had sent him that picture. In fact, she had never been afraid of anyone in her entire life, no

Her eyes widened when she saw Sophia standing there, silently wishing with all her heart that she hadn't seen or heard anything that had just happened. She swallowed nervously as she walked toward her with slow steps."Sophia, you're here?" "Yes, I'm here, dear Monica," she replied in a deliberately provocative tone. "Since when? I mean, when did you come back from abroad?" Sophia let out a mocking laugh. "I never left in the first place." Her heartbeat quickened slightly, and her face paled. "How long have you been standing there? What exactly did you see?" she asked in a low, anxious voice. Sophia descended the staircase slowly, almost as if she was savoring the moment, until she stood directly in front of her. "I saw and heard everything," she said. "How utterly pathetic you are," she said with biting sarcasm. "Pathetic!" Monica repeated in disbelief, staring at her. "Of course. You always love pretending that you're strong and happy, that everything is always fine. But dee

"Good evening."She heard Sam’s voice behind her as he greeted them, but she didn’t turn around. She remained rooted to the spot, refusing to acknowledge his presence."Good evening, Sam," Silvia said.He approached and stopped beside Monica."It’s been a while since I last saw you. Haven’t you missed your future mother-in-law?" Silvia teased playfully.Marcello’s expression tightened with disgust at her words. To him, every word that left this woman’s mouth felt like filth, something so disgusting it made him sick."Of course, I’ve missed you, Mrs. De Santis," Sam said before taking her hand and kissing it with practiced courtesy. "But you know the situation we’re in now. After my father’s illness, the entire responsibility of the company has fallen solely on my shoulders."Monica stood beside him with a cold, displeased expression, her arms folded across her chest as she deliberately avoided looking at him. She was still wounded by what he had said, wounded so deeply that she couldn

Her breath caught the moment she saw the red dress inside the box. For a brief moment, she questioned her own eyes, wondering if it was just another red one. She reached into the box, lifted it out, and slowly unfolded it before letting her gaze roam over every familiar detail. Yes, it was the same dress. She could never forget it. It was the one she had worn while standing on the boutique platform in front of him, the dress she had chosen for her birthday. She remembered how disappointed she had felt when she left the dress behind. She had truly loved it; it was a unique piece that had immediately caught her eye. But back then, her pride had refused to let her bend down and pick it up from the ground after this arrogant, conceited man had thrown it there. A small smile slowly appeared on her lips as she continued running her gaze over it. Maybe this was his way of making up for what he had done that day. And honestly, she had to admit that she loved this surprise, just as he