Todos os capítulos de My Mafia Stepdad's Obsession : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

LIANA'S POV"Kyle, please!"My voice broke as I struggled to hold on to the balcony railing. My arms were trembling, my fingers hurt, and every time I tried to adjust my grip, my body slipped a little farther down.I looked up at him through my tears."Please, help me! I don't want to fall!"Kyle stood above me, staring down with an expression I couldn't understand. The wind brushed against my face, and my heart pounded so violently that I could barely catch my breath.I was going to die.The thought struck me so suddenly that I began crying harder.I wasn't ready to die. Not like this. Not on my twenty-first birthday, when I'd spent the entire evening surrounded by people who loved me, when I had so many things I still wanted to do.I hadn't even gotten the chance to live the life I'd imagined for myself."Kyle!" I screamed again. "Please, I'm begging you! Hold my hand!"He crouched slightly, looking down at me."Then come back to me."I froze."What?""You heard me." His voice was f

HERMES'S POV"Tell me again why a man who owns enough gold to buy half the country decided to bury it underground like a paranoid lunatic."I glanced at the woman walking beside me."Because the other half of the country is full of people like you."Alexia gasped dramatically, pressing a hand against her chest."Wow. And here I was thinking we had developed a beautiful friendship.""We have.""Really?""Unfortunately."She scoffed, shaking her head as we approached the concealed entrance to the underground chamber."You know, Hermes, most people say thank you when someone helps them with something.""Did I ask for your help?""No, but you would've spent another thirty minutes down there inspecting every single gold bar if I hadn't reminded you that you have a life outside your precious collection."I stopped walking and turned to her."Are you finished?"She smiled sweetly."Not even close."I stared at her for another second before turning away.Sometimes, I wondered what had possess

HERMES'S POV⚠️READ AT YOUR OWN RISK( some activities might become offensive for some readers…’brutality’)★★★My head felt heavy as I relaxed the gun in my hand…I should have shot him as soon as I saw him, filled his burnt brain with bullets and covered his lungs with bullets just as well…To make sure he never survives it, to make sure treatment would never actually heal him.I was not so heated up when I was told he almost killed Liana but she was fine after being saved just in time, but the moment the video was played to me…Fuck, she begged for life.And I would make him bleed while he begged for his. I fired the bullet against the board…again and again…until I felt my anger draining out…But that wasn't it, it only rather intensified.Fuck. I would fucking kill him, I swear I will…kill the fuck…“Master vitali." My thoughts were cut in mid air when Harlan's voice resounded on the empty open gunfire field."Harlan…” I called his name, setting another bullet in the gun." He i

LIANA'S POVThree weeks had passed since my twenty-first birthday.Three weeks since Kyle had pushed me off a balcony and nearly taken my life.And three weeks since I had last seen him.I hadn't heard from him, either. Not that I wanted to.For the first few nights after the incident, I'd woken up in the middle of my sleep, gasping for air, my fingers clutching the sheets as the memory of hanging over that railing returned to me. Sometimes, I could still feel the way my fingers had slipped, the horrifying moment when I realized I was falling, and the desperate thought that I wasn't ready to die.But with Rei constantly checking on me and Hermes spending more time at home, things had gradually become easier.I was getting better.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.Standing before my bedroom mirror, I adjusted the collar of my school uniform for the third time.The white shirt was neatly tucked into a charcoal-grey pleated skirt that fell just above my knees. A fitted grey

LIANA'S POVThe moment I stepped into the school building, I knew something was wrong.At first, I couldn't explain it.Students were gathered in small groups, their heads bent over their phones. Some whispered to one another, while others stared at their screens with expressions that ranged from shock to amusement.A few burst into laughter.Others looked up, glanced in my direction, and quickly returned their attention to their phones.I slowed my steps.What was going on?I adjusted the strap of my schoolbag and continued toward my classroom, trying not to pay too much attention to anyone.Perhaps something had happened overnight.A celebrity scandal, maybe. Or some ridiculous video that had everyone talking.Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with me.At least, that was what I thought.By the time I reached my classroom, three different people had looked at me strangely.One girl sitting near the door whispered something to her friend. Both of them turned to look at me.The mom