All Chapters of My Stepsister, My Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

At her words, he couldn't help but laugh. As much as this woman could drive him to the edge of madness, she was just as capable of making him laugh. After his mother's death, he had believed he would never experience genuine laughter again. Losing her hadn't just turned him into a miserable man, forever trapped in the painful memories of the past. It had taken something from him that he wasn't sure he could ever find again. Sometimes, he felt like nothing more than an empty soul wandering through life. A body that still breathed and moved, yet felt stripped of the warmth, happiness, and human emotions he had once known. Yet somehow, Monica and Maria were the only two people who had managed to bring a genuine smile to his face. He had always found that strangely ironic. They were supposed to be his enemies too. Yes, he knew neither of them had anything to do with what happened in the past. They had been nothing more than children, just like him. But in the end, they were still conn

Nearly two hours had passed since Monica had been brought to the police station. She sat inside the holding cell, her back resting against the cold wall as she stared ahead, lost in her thought. Despite being given the chance to make a phone call, she had refused. She didn't want to worry her mother or involve her family in something she believed she could handle on her own.Across the narrow corridor, Marcello paced back and forth inside the cell opposite hers, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor.Neither of them had said a word since they had been brought in, each lost in their own thoughts.She still couldn't believe that a single moment of anger had left her detained at the police station.And for whom? For a despicable, heartless man who didn't possess a single shred of compassion. A man cruel enough to beat his own little boy and leave him to sleep on the streets in such harsh weather, where anyone could hurt him.She brought both hands to her temples and closed her

Monica chuckled, shaking her head. "Everything about you screams one thing," she said sharply. "But I don't want to judge you too quickly." Emma laughed as she pushed herself to her feet. "Then what's your verdict, Judge?" she mocked, reaching out to grip Monica's chin between her fingers and give it a teasing shake. "Get your hand off me." Monica shoved her hand away, glaring at her. "It's painfully obvious you're a whore. A real one, not just an insult," she hissed through clenched teeth. Emma broke into a wide grin. "Bravo. Smart girl," she said, placing one hand under her chin as she swayed from side to side. "You figured it out all by yourself." Monica gave her a disgusted once-over. "You should be ashamed of yourself." "And why should I be ashamed, sweetheart?" Monica let out a short, mocking laugh before sitting down again. "You're seriously asking me that? You're a whore, not a judge." "I'm perfectly happy with who I am." Emma shrugged, completely unfazed. "What

Marcello watched every expression on her face with intense attention. He noticed how her gaze darted everywhere but toward him, how her lips parted ever so slightly as she struggled to find a single word. That was more than enough to confirm what he had just told her.Yes, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He knew well that what she felt for him was desire, not love. But this desire was more than enough for him. He knew exactly how to stoke that spark, how to fan it into something hotter until it became an all-consuming obsession with him.He had wasted enough time already. He wasn't going to wait any longer, and he certainly wasn't going to sit around hoping she'd fall in love with him on her own. If he did, he'd be waiting far too long.And those damn principles he'd been clinging to, the ones standing between him and what he wanted, he needed to cast them aside. All of them. Because when it came to love and war, all was fair.He stepped closer to her. "What? Are you goi

The Following MorningMonica sat on the couch beneath the bedroom window, resting one arm against the backrest as she watched Sam, who was still fast asleep.The night before, they had gone to his luxurious apartment, the place they usually went whenever they needed privacy and wanted to enjoy some intimate time together.Deep down, she hadn't wanted to go with him. She was still deeply hurt by what he had said to her, but she had no choice. She needed Marcello to understand that she belonged to one man and one man only: Sam. She wanted him to realize that there was never going to be a chance for him to have her.By choosing to leave with Sam instead of him, she hoped to put an end to any doubts he might have about her feelings. She believed that if he finally understood she felt nothing for him, he would back off and stop bringing the subject up altogether.She let out a heavy sigh as a sharp headache throbbed relentlessly in her head. She had barely slept, unable to stop thinking ab