STEP LOVE Loving My Wife's Daughter
I never believed in second chances.
Not after Cynthia.
She was my confidant… until death tore her from me and left this mansion echoing with ghosts. Inilibing ko na rin ang puso ko kasabay ng pakamatay ni Cynthia .
She was my wife. My peace. My mistake.
Then her daughter moved in.
Liza.
The forbidden reminder of everything I shouldn’t want—young, alive, reckless in ways her mother never was.
She looks at me like she sees through the monster I’ve become.
Sa tuwing ngingiti siya, the ache in my chest returns—violent, dangerous, hungry.
Every brush of her skin ignites something I can’t bury anymore.
I tell myself it’s guilt.
I tell myself I’m just protecting her.
Pero ang totoo?
I want her.
Hindi bilang stepdaughter. Not as Cynthia’s child.
I want her as mine—completely, ruinously, irredeemably mine.
They’ll call me a sinner. A man who crossed the line.
Ngunit sa tuwing tinitingnan ako ni Liza, trembling, wanting...
I knew I’d already crossed it. I tell myself I’m protecting her, but each night, the lie weakens.
Because when she looks at me, it isn’t fear I see—it’s want.
And God help me... I want her too.
This isn’t love.
It’s a beautiful disaster.
And I’d burn the world just to feel her breathe my name again.