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I stood on the rooftop, under the moonlight, the wind howling around us— lost in the eyes of my stepson. “How old are you?” His fingers slacked around my jaw and tightened again. “Twenty-nine. Would be thirty in a few weeks. Why?” “Why were men bowing to you instead of your father?” “Pardon?” I met his gaze. “I saw everything. The cars. The men. They bowed to you instead of Androa.” He let go of my face. Then sipped his drink and stepped away, his shoes clicking on the floor. It felt like my senses snapped back.

I'm hyperventilating because I don't understand what is happening. I slept with my soon-to-be stepbrother. My dad is getting married to a new woman. The new woman's son is loaded and the future CEO of Parker Resorts—the luxurious hotel chain that exists worldwide. "Here is your water," Noah offers. "Should I tell our parents that you need a moment? I think they are ordering food right now... Yeah, your dad is looking our way. He seems… Suspicious?" I swallow thickly. "Promise me you won't tell anyone that we slept with each other, Noah. I can't have anyone know about us."

He keeps yellig after me trying to say she was just a friend, but I saw the whole text chain, including him sending her dick pics. He never even sent me dick picks and we've been dating for a year. I'm not sure whee I'm walking, but I picked one of the three small paths, leading from the campsite, and I'm following it wherever it goes, though I have no idea where. Stephen is my boss's son. Well, he's more than that. His parents were my foster parents, since I was a teen. When I turned eighteen, his dad gave me a job, and then Stephen started asking me out.

Knowing fully well that the punishment is death. Stephano's only solace was his adopted son, Huston. He was the only light in his dark world. He made sure he was well taken care of and protected at all times. He couldn't bear the thought of losing him too. After Valerie had gone missing together with the mafia heir in their womb the gang was basically in chaos and Stephano had requested he get married and produce a new heir but Stephano blatantly refused and decided to adopt a son thereafter, who everyone accepted to be his biological child.

"Here I thought that you wouldn't come to see me anymore." Stephen said nothing. He looked at Noah as the latter took a seat. He slowly suppressed the rage in him. "Your son sure is lucky. Just like you were when you were young," Noah teased. His gaze was provoking. Stephen's gaze sharpened. "He isn't the same as me. No one stood up for me. But I'm going to help him settle every single one of his scores." "Oh?" Noah chuckled. "Tell me, how are you planning to do that?"

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

Chapter 20 Reign Stevens POV I am Reign Stevens. I am the son of McKenzie Jacobs and Rain Stevens... I am their eldest I am currently twenty-four and am I principal and a prestigious High School... Today is Friday and I stayed late at the school to finish paperwork when I was done around five the evening... when I was busy locking up, I saw the lights were still on in her office... I walk towards the office when I went in, I was about to turn the light off, the second she is right in front of me with a stapler in my face...

My stepdad said walking to my window and looking outside. “Cristela, are those guys your friends?." He asked me. My brows show together and I went to stand beside him looking out of the window to where he was pointing. There was a house opposite ours, it belonged to a billionaire and his family. They had a son, he was about my age, his name was Derek and he was a spoilt and over pampered prick. They rarely even lived there, their son was in Princeton and he often used the house as a party house, today was no different.

In the flesh, in broad daylight, looking devilishly handsome, his lilac long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his arms, showcasing his toned slightly hairy arms. Arms that had held me as I found pleasure I had never experienced before. I could see the confusion on his face transform into shock as we got closer to him, till we stood directly in front of him. "Nivea, meet my son, Zane Westington," Thomas introduced, everything occurring in slow-mo. "Zane, this is your new stepmother, Nivea," Thomas added, as we stood staring at each other, while I watched varied emotions play around golden eyes' face, till it settled on disgust.

"Make that face one more time, I dare you!" Hector stopped in his tracks, reluctantly looking away. "Bro, don't let her trick you. She's sly, snitching to you right in front of me? She's no angel." "Enough!" Stephen's voice cut through, sharp as a knife. "Put that lighter away, now." Hector grudgingly relaxed his hand and pocketed the lighter without a word. "Say you're sorry," Stephen insisted. Hector was frantic. "Stephen! I'm the second son of the Ferguson family, and you're telling me to apologize to a girl?"