Todos os capítulos de My Mafia Stepdad's Obsession : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

LIANA'S POV Walking out of the restaurant with my bag in my hand and my heels clicking hard against the marble floor, I was more at surprise as to how I was even able to move. My heart was racing hard and my legs were wobbling. How I was able to still be on my feet was far more complicated than I wanted to admit. It all felt silent, suddenly silent and hated to admit the impact of the meeting. The way it had affected meSo fuckin bad. I made it through the side, to the parking lot before I remembered I should have called my butler instead of coming. Fuck.My legs where still wobbling and I was fuckin close…so close to.tue car and my Wats where about to bring out tears. What does he fuckin mean by he was paid….he was paid to hurt me.To break up with me. But he loved me.What didn't he tell me..I have got more than enough money to fuckin take care of his needs and he dared to hurt me.Despite the love we shared. The love we had for each other. Kyle…I didn't know what happene

HERMES'S POV The house sat dark when I got home, quieter than it should have been at this hour, and I stood in the foyer a moment just listening, unsettled by the silence after everything Alexia had just handed me. I toed off my shoes, shrugged out of my jacket, and rolled my sleeves as I made my way toward the kitchen, needing something to occupy my hands before I let myself sit with the weight of Greenville, of Celeste, of whatever shape this conspiracy was slowly taking. I opened the fridge, the cold light spilling out across the dark counter, and found the strawberries tucked where the kitchen staff always kept them for Liana, her favorite, always restocked without anyone needing to ask. I pulled out a handful, along with oranges and a few other things I grabbed mostly on instinct, and set to work at the counter, slicing, juicing, letting the mindless repetition of it settle some of the noise in my head. One of the maids appeared in the doorway partway through, hovering. "Si

LIANA'S POV I watched Hermes walk out of me, yes I said he should walk away the way he usually does. Usually….?Fuck, Hermes was never like that. But whatever, the issue wasn't settled yet and he was avoiding being scolded.Kyle was my problem, he is currently my problem and not he's.Watching Hermes hack at me the way he had left me last night hurt more than anything else….He could have waited, he could have held me down…kiss me and not raise his voice at me or even speak to me in such a manner. I folded my hands, anger running through every blood vessels and increasing my pulse while Alexia just quietly did the same. Good, who cares. Who cares if he was angered.I slammed my door shut the second Hermes walked out of the house, paranoid and furious and completely unable to sit still with everything churning through my head.Why was he denying it so hard? Why did he keep insisting, over and over, when every instinct in me kept circling back to him as the obvious answer.I though

HERMES'S POV The boardroom felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the weight of numbers I wasn't actually processing. Three representatives sat across from me, waiting on a response to a proposal I'd heard maybe half of."Mr. Vitali?" The lead negotiator leaned forward slightly. "Your thoughts on the revised percentage?"I blinked, the figures on the projection screen swimming into meaningless shapes for a second too long."Repeat the last point," I said, buying time I shouldn't have needed.A flicker of confusion crossed the table. "The revised split, sixty-forty in your favor in the first two quarters, adjusting to fifty-five after that.""Fine." I said it too fast, too flat, and caught the exchange of glances between the representatives that told me exactly how obvious my distraction had become.Liana's face kept surfacing behind my eyes — tear-streaked, furious, the glass shattering against her bedroom wall. Kyle's confession. Celeste at Greenville. A man Alexia still could

HERMES'S POV The room Drake gave to me sat high above the club floor, the bass still faintly audible through the walls even with the door being shut behind me. I locked it, shed my jacket, and headed straight for the shower, needing something to wash off the night as much as the alcohol still working through my system.The hot water did little to quiet my head. If anything, standing there alone gave the thoughts more room to circle, Liana's face, furious and devastated. Celeste's betrayal taking actual shape now, a name attached to it. And underneath all of it, guilt gnawing at me about Alexia, about how I'd spoken to her, about the exhausted frustration in her voice before she hung up on me. She'd been right. I'd been making decisions on autopilot, expecting everyone around me to absorb the fallout.I needed to apologize to her properly. Tomorrow, once my head was clear enough to do it right.I shut off the water, dried off, and pulled on the robe hanging by the door, already thin