A Little Stepmother in Trouble のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Alexander couldn't process it when he heard her say she loved him.It wasn't the first time she'd hinted at something like that, but this time the words hit him like a fist to the chest.He watched her bolt, clearly intent on getting away from him, and he was going to let her.He stood there in shock. Alexander didn't want to just get along with her — he wanted her to be his wife in every sense of the word, but without handing over his heart.He felt so selfish that he headed straight for the study, the room he always locked himself in when things got to be too much.He never let anyone in there.It was his temple for suffering, and the place where he kept the one visible portrait he still had of Rebecca.He'd locked the rest of the photos away so he wouldn't torture himself with them, saving them for his children, for whenever he was finally capable of talking to them about their mother.He stood in front of the painting hanging on the wall, the way he'd done so many times before, and

Diana was giving it everything she had on the treadmill.Her heart was about to pound its way out of her chest, and she was taking out how miserable she felt on that machine, when her husband stepped onto the one beside her. She shot him a sideways glance but didn't slow down. He'd claimed the treadmill next to hers and said something she didn't catch because her music was blasting. When she noticed his mouth was still moving as he eased into a casual walk, Diana killed her speed and hopped off. The abrupt stop sent a wave of dizziness through her, and she had to grab the machine to keep from losing her balance. Alexander didn't waste more than a couple of seconds jumping off his own and catching her in his arms.God, why do you insist on torturing me? she seethed silently.Her husband, seeing she wasn't answering him, pulled her earbuds out."You're being reckless," was the first thing she heard once the music stopped blaring. "You come here to run yourself into the ground and you ha

Diana had sunk into a deep sleep, which was nothing new for her. Ever since she'd moved into that house, she'd rediscovered how to sleep without a single worry weighing on her. She'd tried to stay alert, to keep watch over Alexander, but the moment she felt the warmth of the bed—and the warmth of her husband's body—she'd surrendered to sleep. She was the worst nurse in the world. She'd let herself drift off, and the fantasies her mind conjured up gave her no reason to wake. She could feel her husband's breath quickening against her back, his big, mischievous hands starting to roam her body. No way was she waking up now—not even in her dreams would she let go of all that pent-up heat Alexander had lodged inside her. Maybe she was the one running a fever, caught his cold and all, because she could feel his ragged breathing and the heat pouring off his body. Her husband's hands filled themselves with her breasts and tormented them until she wanted nothing more than for him to never stop.

Lucky for Diana—or unlucky, because seeing her husband so turned on above her was setting her on fire from the inside—they were interrupted.The door swung open, and in came three pint-sized earthquakes."Daddyyyyyyy! Something smells burnt!" Nathan shouted."Daddy, I can see your butt!" Gabriel chimed in, and Alexander rolled off her as fast as he could and covered himself so the kids wouldn't see him naked.Before Victoria even said a word, she burst into tears."Daddy! Why were you trying to kill Mommy?"Diana scrambled out of bed, red as a tomato, and looked at her daughter."Daddy wasn't killing me, sweetheart. Where did you get that idea?""I saw him with his hand on your neck. Nathan, what's it called when somebody wants to take away all your air?"The little boy thought about it for a moment and then shared his conclusion."'Strangulizing.' I had a nanny who said she felt like strangulizing me all the time.""That's it, Mommy. Daddy was strangulizing you.""I was not stranguli

Diana got out of the car as fast as she could.The road had suddenly lit up, and a group of men dressed as mariachis were staring in her direction."We got paid to sing, so let's give it a shot," one of them said, and the song "Motivos" started playing."Oh my God, you got me a serenade!" she stammered, thrilled, and for a few seconds she forgot all about the deer. She scanned the men for her husband but couldn't find him. "Alexander?"A hand grabbed her ankle and she screamed. She looked down and found a body, its legs pinned under her car, the face hidden behind a massive bouquet of flowers. She couldn't tell who it was — until she heard his voice."You got your wish, you ungrateful woman!" Her husband pulled the bouquet away from his face and glared at her. "You ran me over!"***The night did not go the way Alexander had planned.As always, he'd been wrong — he'd been so sure the serenade idea was going to work perfectly.In his head, right about now, the kids would be fast asleep