บททั้งหมดของ Trapped By My Stepfather Charm: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

"Give me back my phone, Alexander. I just want to call my mother."Selena stood at the kitchen doorway, staring at Alexander's back as he stood at the stove.Alexander did not turn around immediately. He switched off the gas burner, transferred the steaming chicken soup into a ceramic bowl, and only then turned to face her. "I cannot do that, Selena. The cellular signals around these hills are being intercepted by Richard's men. The moment your phone turns on, our location is exposed.""But my mother is all alone at the main house!" Selena stepped closer, her eyes locked fiercely on Alexander. "I just want to check on her. Why must you be so possessive?""Your mother is safe with Felix's security team," Alexander replied flatly. He set the soup bowl down on the wooden table in the center of the kitchen. "Sit down and eat. You have not touched food since this morning."Selena clenched her fists at her sides. She glanced around the villa. Four heavily built guards stood outside on the g

"Why are you here, Mom?"Selena stood frozen on the second floor, staring down at the middle-aged woman who had just stepped through the villa's front door.Helena lowered the scarf covering her neck. Her face looked pale and considerably thinner than it had the previous week. "I came with Felix. There are urgent matters we must discuss before tomorrow."Alexander walked over to Helena, taking the heavy coat from her hands. "How is the situation outside, Helena? Are reporters still watching the main house?""Felix managed to throw them off," Helena replied, her voice sounding weary. Her eyes shifted to Selena, who was slowly walking down the stairs. "I had to see for myself that you were alright, Selena."Selena stopped on the final step. She looked at her mother with a distant gaze. "I thought you were busy preparing to serve as Richard's prosecution witness tomorrow."Helena paused in her tracks. Her eyes flicked toward Alexander for a moment before returning to her daughter. "You a

"Aren't you asleep yet?"Alexander's deep voice broke the silence of the dimly lit study. He paused at the doorway, looking at Selena, who stood near the large wooden desk. His black suit jacket was off, leaving him in a white shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up casually.Selena shook her head softly. "How could I sleep?"Alexander walked inside, pulled out the office chair, and sank into it. He rested his head back, closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a long sigh. Lines of exhaustion were plainly carved into his face."Everything in the city is under control," Alexander said, his voice raspy. "The media has the initial evidence. The board can't do anything until tomorrow's hearing."Selena took a step closer. She stared at his face. "You look so tired, Alexander."Alexander slowly opened his eyes. "I am tired, Selena."Selena stopped in her tracks, caught off guard. It was the first time he had ever admitted feeling weary in front of her. Until now,

"We call an additional witness, Your Honor!"Hendra's voice boomed through the room as the court reconvened. Richard's attorney stood tall, wearing a confident smirk.The Chief Judge furrowed his brow, looking at the files on his desk. "Whom do you wish to call?""Mr. Wijaya," Hendra answered, pointing toward the courtroom's main doors. "The late Mr. Broto's former personal attorney, who drafted the original inheritance documents."The heavy wooden doors swung open. An elderly man wearing glasses, his hair streaked with gray, stepped inside. Selena gasped in the gallery, her fingers clutching the sleeve of her mother's dress. Beside her, Helena let out a harsh breath, her face turning deathly pale."Mr. Wijaya?" Helena whispered, her voice trembling. "Why is he on Richard's side?"Alexander glanced back briefly, taking in the change in Helena's expression before returning his cold gaze forward. Kuat, Alexander's lead attorney, leaned in toward him."We weren't notified about this witn

"Don't move, or I'll slit her throat!"The raspy voice shattered the silence of the second-floor hallway. Under the dim glow of the wall sconces, a dark-skinned man in a heavy jacket held Selena in a tight chokehold from behind. The gleaming blade of a folding knife pressed hard against the fair skin of her neck.Selena froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened, staring at the cold, sharp tip of the blade."Hand over the counter-filing documents for Richard's case right now!" the intruder barked. His eyes darted wildly toward the stairwell.Alexander emerged from the shadows of the stairs. His steps were slow, soundless. His gaze locked onto the intruder's face. There was no fear in his eyes, only a suppressed rage."Let her go," Alexander said. His voice was flat, yet heavy with authority."Cut the talk! Bring those documents over here or she dies!" The man tightened his grip around her neck.Selena winced. "Alexander..." she called softly, barely above a whisper."Sta