CAN I RIDE YOU, SIR? Seducing my ex stepfather のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 97

Liliana MillerThree months had passed since the wedding, and sometimes I still caught myself looking at my ring as if I couldn’t believe it was really there.So much had happened in such a short time that I had stopped trying to measure my happiness by days. I simply woke up each morning and let myself have it.Thailand had been beautiful. Tanzania had been unforgettable. There had been quiet mornings by the water, long dinners, laughter, arguments over how far I was allowed to walk, and Grey following me around with the patience of a man who had somehow decided that carrying the entire world on his shoulders was easier than letting his pregnant wife carry a handbag.He had changed.Not completely. Grey was still Grey. He still noticed everything, still watched every room we entered, still had that habit of looking at me as if he could somehow protect me from every possible danger simply by standing close enough.But there was something softer about him now.Especially when his hand

Liliana MillerBy the fifth month, my body had stopped whispering and started speaking in full sentences.The twins were no longer tiny secrets hidden beneath my heart. They made themselves known in everything. In the heaviness of my stomach, in the strange hunger that could appear five minutes after I had eaten, in the way I had to pause halfway up the stairs and pretend I was suddenly fascinated by the view outside the window. Sometimes they moved so strongly that I would stop whatever I was doing and place both hands over my stomach, waiting for the little fluttering and rolling sensations to settle.Grey noticed every single one.He noticed when I walked slower.He noticed when I became quiet.He noticed when I pushed my plate away because I was suddenly too full, and he noticed when I looked at food five minutes later as though I had never eaten in my life.He had become annoyingly observant.But I loved him for it.The morning of our fifth-month appointment, Milan was wrapped in

Frederico Grey VolkovI knew Rhea was bringing Adrian home before they arrived.Liliana had spent the entire afternoon moving around the house with the particular energy of a woman pretending she wasn’t excited while being extremely excited. She had checked the dining table three times, changed the flowers twice, and asked me at least four times whether the dinner looked welcoming.“It looks perfect,” I told her the fourth time.She looked at the table.“Are you sure?”“Yes.”“You don’t think it’s too formal?”“No.”“Maybe we should—”“Liliana.”She stopped and looked at me.I held out my hand.“Come here.”She walked toward me, and I pulled her gently against my chest.“You have been standing for too long.”“I’ve barely done anything.”“You have done enough.”Her hand settled over her stomach.“I want everything to be nice for Rhea.”“It will be.”“And Adrian.”I looked down at her.“You like him already.”She smiled.“I’ve only met him twice.”“And?”“And he’s good to her.”That was

Frederico Grey VolkovThe house had never been this quiet.Not truly quiet.There were nurses moving softly through the corridors, the occasional sound of one of the babies stirring, and somewhere downstairs a door closed gently.But compared to the hospital, the silence felt almost sacred.We were home.Liliana was home.Our children were home.I stood at the entrance of the nursery for several minutes without saying anything.Three cribs.Three tiny lives.Three children I had not known existed a year ago.Alexander was asleep on his back, one tiny fist curled beside his cheek. Lucian was turned slightly toward his brother, his mouth making a small movement as though he were dreaming about something only he understood.And Eliana—Our unexpected little girl.She slept peacefully in her crib, wrapped in a pale blanket, completely unaware that she had already managed to turn her father’s entire world upside down.I smiled.I still couldn’t believe her.We had prepared for two.Two nam