Todos los capítulos de Stolen By My Stepbrother, the Underworld King: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

(Elias's POV)I can't stop replaying the drive home that night. Dale's voice in my ear. "There’s been a breach at the east fence. Camera picked up movement near the terrace twelve minutes ago." I didn't even ask who. I already knew. Fucking Fisher!!!I was three minutes into a board call. I said, "Reschedule it," stood up, and walked out mid-sentence while Priyanka stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had. I don't remember the elevator ride down. I remember the car, my knee bouncing, my jaw was so tight it was aching, this ugly, useless thought on a loop the entire way; Let her go. You don’t care about her. You can have any other girl you want. So fucking let her go. I didn't believe myself for one single second of that drive. Since she got to the island, I haven’t touched any woman. It’s so ridiculous, I know. It’s almost as if I’m keeping myself for her. What the hell is wrong with you Elias?By the time I hit the terrace door, my hand was already on the handle before my bra

(Lorei's POV)After eating, which nobody really did, mom pulls me into her room the second the men step out. The door's barely shut before she's crying again, quieter this time. "I'm so sorry, my baby" she says, gripping both my hands. "For all of it. If I hadn't married him so fast, if I'd just slowed down and actually looked at what I was walking into, you wouldn’t….""Mom, stop." My own eyes are already stinging too. "You don't get to apologize for wanting to be happy again. You deserved that. You still do.""I don't want my happiness costing you yours." Her voice is shaking. “What kind of mother does that make me?”"It's not." I squeeze her hands, and some part of me means it more than I expect to. "I don't want you fighting him over this. I want you to actually try with Richard. He's not the monster in this house, Mom. He really isn't."She pulls me into a hug and we just stay there a minute, both of us crying quietly into each other's shoulders.“God.. I missed you,” she says, s

(Lorei's POV)Sunlight's already pouring through the curtains when my eyes crack open, and for one disoriented second I don't know where I am. Then I feel a heavy arm draped over my waist, his breathing slow and even against my shoulder, and the whole night comes rushing back at once.Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.I check the clock on his nightstand and my stomach drops straight through the mattress. Half past eight. I was supposed to be at work an hour ago. I was supposed to be home hours before that, slipping in before anyone noticed, not waking up tangled in Fisher's sheets with sunlight announcing exactly how long I've been gone."Fuck, fuck, fuck…." I'm sitting up before I finish the thought, already scanning the floor for my clothes."Mm." Fisher stirs beside me, blinking awake. He’s immediately alert at the panic in my voice. "What's wrong?""I fell asleep. I wasn't supposed to fall asleep." I'm already out of bed, hunting for my underwear somewhere in the tangle

(Lorei's POV)It’s been two weeks since I went to Fisher's place, and boy… work has been so crazy. Didn’t know years waiting tables would pay that much. But we’ve been talking, everyday. It’s like we’re high school lovers. Always facetiming, long audio calls, constant texting. God… it feels so good. But it's been three days since I last saw Elias sit still. He’s been a ghost, disappearing from the office mid-afternoon, skipping dinner without a word. His secretary has told me "he's in a meeting" so many times this week that I've started to wonder if it's even the same meeting. I went by his office on Tuesday to get a signature on the new crisis protocol rollout, and his secretary just gave me an apologetic little shrug, said he'd been in and out all day, nobody quite sure where. The few times I have actually seen him, he's rushing past me in the hallway, jacket half on, phone already pressed to his ear, muttering something about "urgent work" and never once saying what.It’s probably

(Lorei's POV)The door slams so hard the glass wall rattles. I’m still standing against the conference table, shaking. My brain still trying to piece everything together. Did that just happen? Did that actually just happen?I try to move, my legs won’t do it. I try to gather myself, pick my papers, do something. But I just can’t, it’s like he’s still here, his voices penetrating into my consciousness. “...this office, this dress you’re wearing, this job, every single piece of it exists because I allowed it to exist. I own you!”I wipe the hot tears rolling down my face and my eyes just dart to the glass. Everyone’s pretending to work. Renata’s holding a folder I know definitely she isn’t reading, two guys from Vendor Relations are whispering by the water dispenser, and a girl from my own team looks straight at me, then looks away fast. They heard everything. They heard that asshole call me a whore. My knees give out and I drop into the nearest chair I could find, bursting into a ugly