Todos os capítulos de Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

(Lorei's POV)I haven't left this bed in two days. Priya's texts are still sitting unanswered on my lock screen when I finally pick the phone up.Hey, you good?LoreiOk i'm gonna assume ur alive but pls just say somethingI will physically come over there!!LOREI!!!There’s eleven of them, going back two days, and I haven't answered a single one. Answering means explaining what happened at the overlook, and I can't. I can't tell anyone that Elias broke Fisher’d jaw over me and then carried me to a car like I was luggage, and that some sick, humiliated part of me still can't stop thinking about how it felt to be wanted that violently. My curtains have been shut since Tuesday. The plate of toast I didn’t finish because I was rushing to meet Fisher has gone hard and stale, couldn’t bring myself to eat since that day. Elias’s face just keeps popping up in my head, and every time, I feel like stabbing him. Fucking monster.My phone rings before I can answer any of the messages, Owen."Fin

(Lorei's POV)My phone rings around midnight, and I almost don't answer it, my face still blotchy from earlier, but it's Fisher's name on the screen, and something in me doesn’t let it go to voicemail."Hey," he says, quietly. "I know I've been quiet. I'm so sorry, I should've called sooner.""Four days, Fisher." My voice comes out cracked. "Four days after you asked us to start over, and because that asshole showed up, you disappear? That’s not very reassuring, is it?"“I’m sorry Lorei,” he exhales hard. "Camille's family showed back up. Her father found out I called off the engagement and came at mine demanding we honor the original merger terms anyway, or he's calling in every loan my dad's business owes them, all at once. I've been in back-to-back meetings trying to keep us from going under while also trying to figure out how to get you out of that house. I wasn't ignoring you. I swear to you, Lorei, I wasn't." Something in me just breaks loose, hearing that, and before I can st

(Elias's POV) I don't hear a single word of the fourth-quarter projections. Naomi, the company’s brand strategist, is running through numbers on the screen at the end of the table, and I'm nodding at the right intervals, but none of it's entering my head. I keep thinking about Lorei's face this morning. She wasn’t scared, not even really angry. Just hard, telling me she's marrying him anyway like I hadn't just threatened to burn her entire reputation down. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody's talked to me like that in years."Elias?" Naomi's looking at me expectantly. "Does that work for the board presentation?""Fine. Send it over." I have no idea what I just agreed to.The meeting wraps twenty minutes later, everyone filing out, and I catch Naomi's eye before she reaches the door."Stay a minute," I tell her and she smiles. She knows what that means."Sure.""Meet me in my office in five minutes."I head down the hall telling myself it's exactly business as usual. Naomi is my got

(Elias's POV) The tablet hits the wall before Priyanka's even finished her sentence."I don't care about the Hartwell renewal," I snap, and she flinches, already backing toward the door. "Get out!""Sir, it's time-sensitive, the board needs….""I said get out."She leaves fast, and I sit there in the wreckage of my own office, papers scattered, a cracked tablet screen, the fourth thing I've thrown this week, and I don't even feel better. I haven't felt better in two weeks, not since the face-off with Lorei. How dare she say she’s still getting married to that good for nothing Fisher.I haven't been home in days. I've been sleeping on the office couch, showering in the executive gym, running the company on autopilot while every actual thought in my head circles back to the same thing, Lorei, in a dress, saying vows to that fool, Fisher, twelve days from now.Twelve days.I've had my legal team dismantle three of Callahan Logistics' contracts. I've had Dale run background on every vend

(Lorei's POV)Elias is still half-bent into the door frame, his mouth barely finished forming “period,” when someone slams into him from the side hard enough to knock him clean off his feet.What the… I almost scream, then I see it’s Fisher. Good. That’s my man. Fuck that asshole.Blood still on Fisher's lip, tie half undone, swinging like every ounce of restraint he's ever had just burned off at once. His fist connects with Elias's jaw, and Elias goes down onto the pavement, and for one shocked second the entire parking lot just freezes.Then it breaks completely.Elias's men lunge for Fisher. Fisher's own groomsmen come pouring out of the church doors behind him, and suddenly it's not two men fighting, it's a dozen, fists and shouting and someone's tuxedo jacket getting torn clean off, guests scattering across the lot screaming, someone shrieking for somebody to call the police, call the police right now."ELIAS, STOP THIS!" My mom yells somewhere behind the chaos, tears streaming d