Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand with My Stepdad: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Vanessa’s POVThe heavy oak door of the master bedroom swung fully inward, parting the suffocating shadows of the long-abandoned hallway and flooding the threshold with the dim, ambient light of the corridor. I had expected dust. I had expected cobwebs, the quiet accumulation of months or years of neglect, and the cold, lifeless stillness of a home left entirely to rot in the deep, isolated woods.I had not expected this.My gaze swept past the doorframe, fixing instantly upon the massive, draped four-poster bed standing in the center of the sprawling room—the very bed that had once anchored my earliest, most fragile memories of a life built before the Vance Group, before the corporate suits, and before the endless web of calculated deceptions.My husband, Jake—the father of Elena—was with another woman in my bed.The air rushed violently out of my lungs, leaving my chest hollowed out as a blinding wave of shock, betrayal, and white-hot fury slammed into me with the force of a physica

Elena’s POV“Eat your food.”The four flat, emotionless words dropped into the tense silence of the room like lead weights. They weren't spoken with the sharp, commanding authority that had characterized my mother's voice throughout my entire life; instead, they carried the hollow, exhausted cadence of a woman who was entirely spent, reading lines from a script she no longer cared about.That was the only statement my mother made.She offered no explanation for the kidnapping, no comfort for the throbbing gash on my head, and no apology for the web of terrifying lies that had dragged me out of Chloe's apartment and dumped me in this rotting, isolated tomb at the edge of the world.She turned away from me, picking up her fork with a mechanical, robotic slowness, and began eating from the coarse plate of food the stranger had brought in.Beside her, the man—the very same individual who had struck me from behind in the hallway and hauled my unconscious body away—sat down in a nearby chai

Marcus’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was naked.The cold, morning air of the master bedroom brushed against my bare skin, sending an immediate, jarring shiver racing down my spine. The heavy, oppressive weight of a monumental hangover pressed down behind my eyes, making my skull throb with a dull, rhythmic agony that felt like a sledgehammer pounding against my temples. The expensive wine I had consumed the night before—swilled straight from the bottle in a desperate attempt to drown out the shock of the hundred-million-dollar banking betrayal—had left my mouth tasting of ash and regret, fouling my senses before I had even managed to open my eyes.I blinked against the harsh morning light filtering through the heavy silk drapes of the bedroom, my mind struggling to assemble the shattered fragments of the previous night. I remembered coming home. I remembered dropping my phone on the couch, staring at the screen in absolute disbelief as the devastating bank

Marcus’s POVThe fluorescent lights of the squad car flickered overhead, casting a harsh, sickly glow across the cramped interior as the vehicle navigated the crowded downtown streets. I kept my jaw clenched tight, my hands resting calmly folded in my lap, though every instinct I possessed was screaming to kick the door open and smash through the suffocating web of humiliation closing in around me.I followed the policemen to the station, just as my lawyer had instructed.It was a bitter pill to swallow—surrendering my freedom, even temporarily, and submitting to the indignity of being hauled through the city in the back of a squad car like a common criminal. But I knew the rules of the game. A physical altercation or a frantic escape attempt would only give Richard and Alexander the ammunition they needed to paint me as an unhinged, violent lunatic, completely destroying any chance of defending myself in the corporate courts or mounting a rescue mission for Elena.The vehicle slowed

Elena’s POVThe name dropped into the suffocating silence of the rotting safehouse like a lead weight, tearing open the raw, exposed nerves of a reality I had spent my entire life trying to piece together.I wanted to burst into laughter.It was a hysterical, jagged impulse that bubbled up hot and desperate from the bottom of my chest, threatening to tear past my lips in a wave of bitter mockery. The absurdity of it all—the staggering, cosmic joke of my existence—was becoming too much for human lungs to hold.Another person was calling me his daughter again.Just days ago, Gabriel had thrown the fabricated DNA test results across the hospital floor, screaming about bloodlines, lineage, and deception. Arthur King had loomed over my life like a shadow, claiming a stake in my future under the guise of an ancient, twisted pact. And now, this stranger standing in the decaying living room of an isolated safehouse was claiming the very same title, casually dropping a name I had only ever hea