Todos los capítulos de Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chad’s POV"Are you happy now?" I asked, looking at Danny where he sat right on the edge of my bed.I had ordered Noah to clear out everything from my master bedroom, including Sarah’s personal belongings. Noah had fed her some line about how that specific room held too many memories of my single life, and that as newlyweds, we deserved a fresh start in a new suite.My life had officially turned into a high stakes game of hide and seek, all because of this tiny menace of a stripper.A menace who, as it turned out, was apparently obsessed with pink. The night I found him at the club, he’d been wearing a red lingerie set, but looking around my room now, Noah had redecorated the entire place in soft shades of blush and rose. Was pink his favorite color? I wondered, my eyes sweeping over the new silk sheets, the plush throw blankets, and the matching pillows.Noah was absurdly competent when he wanted to be. Where the hell did he even find the time to completely restyle a bedroom in a si

Danny’s POVI stood my ground, staring right back at my stepfather. My step mum stood glued to his side, her manicured hand tightly curled around his forearm like she was terrified he’d run away from her at any second."You really have no manners, do you?" My stepdad said sternly, his gray eyes narrowing at me."Honey, I told you he shouldn't be living with us," my step mum purred, looking up at her new husband with that fake, helpless pout."No, he stays here," Chad answered smoothly, not taking his eyes off me. "I don't need rumors spreading that I abandoned one of my wife's sons to live on the streets."A bitter, hysterical laugh bubbled right out of my mouth before I could stop it. Both of their faces instantly twisted into deep frowns.What a convenient little cover story, I thought silently.Without giving them another second of my time, I turned on my heel, stepped into the back of the black sedan, and slammed the heavy door shut behind me.My stepmother whipped around, glaring

Danny’s POV"Let me go!" I screamed, the force of his throw sending me sprawling across the mattress. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"He didn't offer a single word of explanation. In stone cold silence, Chad turned around, reached for the heavy brass lock, and clicked the door shut.We were back in the mansion's wing. The entire ride back had been a nightmare, Erica had tried to scream and fight for me back at the apartment, but Chad’s guards had violently shoved her back inside her room and locked the door from the outside.Chad turned around, shoving both hands deep into his trousers pockets as he walked toward the foot of the bed. "What is your curfew time?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous."I don't have a curfew!" I snapped, scrambling off the bed to stand right in front of him. I dug my heels into the rug, staring straight into his sharp gray eyes. "You aren't my father, and you sure as hell aren't my husband! You have no fucking right to push me around!"Chad stared a

Chadwick’s POV It was a brand new day, and I had a deal to close. A high stakes, multi million dollar acquisition that required my physical presence out of state. I was going to be away from the estate for three whole days. I fastened the leather strap of my wristwatch, testing the fit before picking up my leather briefcase. Across the master suite, Sarah was sitting at her vanity table, meticulously applying layers of makeup for reasons I couldn't care less about. "I'm leaving," I stated coldly, not bothering to pause. "Wait," she called out. I stopped, turning my head to glare at her. "What is it?" Sarah stood up from her stool, smoothing down her silk robe as she walked over to block my path. "Why exactly did you marry me, Chadwick?" she asked, her voice laced with a strange, sudden strain. The question caught me off guard, though my face remained an unreadable mask. "Why are you suddenly asking me that?" "Why wouldn't I ask?" she gestured dramatically between us. "We’ve

Danny’s POVMy chest rose and fell heavily as I slowly raised both hands in the air, instantly surrendering."I promise to fix your cufflinks forever!" I muttered frantically, squeezing my eyes shut tight. "I swear on my life! On my dead dad's grave!"I could still feel the cold steel of the gun barrel pressing ruthlessly against my forehead. Then, slowly, the heavy weight lifted away.I cracked one eye open to spy on him. Chad was already tucking the semi-automatic back into the waist of his trousers like it was a harmless pocket knife. Sensing it was safe, I opened the other eye.Without a word, he stretched his hand out again, presenting his French cuffs. I lunged forward and started fixing the cufflinks as fast as my trembling fingers could manage, praying to God I didn't drop one. I dared not complain or breathe too loudly."I'm done," I squeaked out, quickly dropping my hands back to my lap.Chad turned back to the vanity mirror, pulling his black suit jacket over his broad shou