Alle Kapitel von My Stepbrother's Fated Nemesis: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

JADE My car is bashed. Really bashed. Top, side, center. It looks like a bulldozer had run into it. What the hell? The first thing I do is slam my hand against the alarm by the front gates, to shut it up. Then I run over to my car, an ugly feeling burrowing into my thudding heart. “Ms. Jade, is everything okay?” Hana calls from the doorway. I wave my hand in the air as I tentatively approach the car from a couple meters away. “Hold on!” My jaw drops open as I notice that some of the windows have been shattered as well. I look around the outer space of greenery, fuming. But I don’t see any explanation for what might have happened to my car. Did another car bash into it, perhaps? But I don’t even see any signs of an accident. It’s just this one BMW M8 that is bashed, like someone had it singled out and targeted. “Uhm, M-Ms. Jade?” Hana’s shaky voice draws my attention, and I turn around to see her standing behind the row of hedges on the left side of the house, visibly

JADE Hana’s question remains with me through the night and into the next morning. It barely even gives me any breathing or sleeping space. What makes it even more concerning is the way she quickly brushed it off as soon as she asked, and disappeared into the night. I kept wondering what she might know. Has she ever caught a glimpse of Soren in his wolf element? Could she possibly know something about the mystery I’ve wondered about? Since I woke up this morning, I’ve been itching to just pick up the phone and ask her what she knows…why she asked that suspicious question. But I choose to remind myself every last minute, that she has exams to focus on. It’s a Saturday morning, so I just spend a few hours on the treadmill in the family gym, running the worries off my mind, and trying to ignore the fact that Soren did not sleep at home last night. Despite the recent distrust I’ve developed towards him, I’m still angry that he was not here to protect us from whatever harm or dang

SOREN The day of reckoning draws nigh, without any doubt. I really don’t know how much longer I can pretend before losing my damn mind. So…the only thing keeping the strands of my mind together is the fact that soon…my plan will begin to fall in line. I started this. I know that much, very well. But I’m quickly realizing that I can barely take half of what I dish out, especially to my wife and our marriage. The trip to Peru, with the Morningstar family, with Knight fucking Morningstar, which she didn’t tell me about, had left me in furious awe ever since. Especially since that day that I called to confirm that she really left, and she just ended the call on me. I hated that she was with her stepbrother. And I hate that I feel that way. Because that is really not my mission. My mission is to make everyone who’s ever wronged me pay, and I’m not supposed to lose sight of that goal, ever. It does not matter who I have to use and step on, to achieve it. I left her a letter befo

JADE “I don’t feel safe staying with my husband anymore.” The confession snags Piper’s attention, and she leans forward on the desk. “You mean you don’t feel safe around him.” I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess they could mean the same thing.” “So why do you still hang around?” “It’s not easy to just leave.” I heave a deep sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “We signed a contract.” “A what, now?” I shrug, twisting my lips. “Yeah, you heard me.” Her eyes grow wide in disbelief, and she shakes her head. She looks like she never believed a thing like that exists. “What were you thinking, Jade?” “I was desperate.” “For how long?” “What?” “How long is the contract supposed to last for?” I scratch my jaw, thinking. “Five years, I think?” “And you’ve been together for how many years?” “Three? Almost four?” She sighs, shaking her head again, this time in clear exasperation. “Are you even sure about any of this?” “I really don’t know anymore, Piper. Over the last few months,

KNIGHT I’ve been on edge ever since the argument with Camille. She keeps sending the divorce papers, no matter how many times I rip them into shreds. She sends them to my office. She leaves them on my bed. It’s gotten so bad that I have to stop going back to the same space I share with her. I spend my time in my private penthouse, whenever I’m not at the office. I keep checking in with Lucius to know where he’s at, in regards to the last errand I sent him on. According to him, he’s searched and searched. He’s contacted the top investigators in the whole of North America. He’s working with several officers of the law to find the child Camille claimed I had outside our marriage. I’ve thought about putting my ego aside and having a gentle conversation with her. A conversation that yields answers to the questions I have. But ego aside, I know that Camille will not let me have it easy. That’s exactly why she hasn’t told me who this child is. Or who I had this child with. I have