Todos los capítulos de Four months with my Stepson and the Twin Alphas.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Ride him harder, Layla!”. My lips tremble violently as I heave, my eyes blinded by tears and my husband’s voice sinking a deep pike into my heart as he snaps at me again.“I SAID to ride him harder!” My heart throbs and jabs at me as tears stream down my face. The old man below me has his eyes closed as he grunts in pleasure while my husband watches. I look to Clifford and in an act of foolishness I beg, my words barely coming out because the moment I open my mouth a sob overtakes me instead. Hoarse broken words come out and my lips tremble as I plead, “P… please Clifford.” A sob wracks my chest and I look away. The pain I'm feeling makes it hard to speak but the man I’m on grabs me by the neck, his fingers closing around my throat and forcing me to look at him, at his grinning face and his cruel smirk. I beg him too because maybe he might listen to me, maybe he’ll put a stop to this.“Please,” the shame rolling through me makes me want to vanish, to tell myself I'm not here, bu

Ryan’s face is stormy as he steps into the house. His men, fully suited in black and wearing sunshades spread out into every corner of the place.Some of them take the stairs to the left, the others take the stairs to the right, more flank into the kitchen, and the gymnasium downstairs, They simply fill the whole house and I nod to myself.He’ll have company then.“I’m leaving.”Ryan casts stormy eyes at me as he looks up, his Adam's apple bobbing when he husks a response, “I didn’t hear that right.”His voice is a deep rasp that sets fear churning low in my belly but I ignore that feeling. I extinguish it and clear my throat as I repeat myself.“I said I'm leaving.”My purse is in one hand and the handle of my traveling bag is in the other. “I’m catching the next bus out of town, and then the next flight, and the next flight after that. I’m leaving.”My chest constricts as images flash through my mind but I hold myself steady.For five years I have suffered in the marriage my parents

The guard looks unsure when I arrive but my glare gets him cooperating immediately. I shove him aside when his wits don’t tell him he has to move and I crouch to peer through the keyhole.Layla’s taken a blanket to every security camera in her room.She’s shut down every electrical appliance and blocked all her windows. There’s barely any light filtering in through the glass and her room has been thrown into semi-darkness. I frown because how many dresses can one woman have? And how thick can they be?A voice from behind interrupts my thoughts.“I… almost went in to dissuade her, Sir Ryan. I remembered you said we shouldn’t.”I turn back to glance at the guard and I peer at him, “You’re new aren’t you?”He nods eagerly and I take stock of his featuresTall the way all my men are tall, although he’s a bit on the shorter side compared to most of their general height. He’s stocky the way all my men are stocky.He’d have made a typical Earl guard, except he seems a bit empty up there whe

I hear Ryan’s pained groans echoing from the kitchen, but I pay them no heed, this is my chance, my way out. My mind is consumed with one thought: escape. With silent determination, I slip out of the ornate mansion, my steps light and swift as I navigate the dimly lit corridors. The cold air greets me like a long-lost friend as I make my way towards the desolate parking lot, wrapping me in its cool embrace as I emerge from the imposing structure. The scent of rain lingers in the air, a prelude to the storm that looms in the distance. My eyes dart around for any sign of Ryan’s guards, I know all it will take is one slip up and I’ll be stuck back in that house.My hope of freedom would be gone forever. Every footstep feels like a victory, each turn a step closer to freedom. My heart pounds in my chest, the adrenaline surging through my veins, urging me forward. In the solitude of the lot, I clutch the keys in my trembling hands, trying them on several cars before one obediently respo

Layla’s pov.“Where do you think she was even headed to?” I stir from sleep, my eyelids heavy with the weight of unconsciousness. A hazy fog envelops my mind, leaving me disoriented and lost. The sterile, white hospital room seems unfamiliar. Two voices converse in low tones, their words muffled by the cottony haze lining my senses. One voice rises slightly, The other man mumbles in response, his tone troubled yet urgent. I strain to comprehend their discussion, but the effort leaves me with a throbbing ache in my head. Although I cannot understand the men, their conversation continues.The taller man leans In, his eyes fixed on my fragile form. “She looks so lost, so different from the last time we saw her. What do you think happened to her, man?”His companion, a wider blurred figure with a furrowed brow, shakes his head in disbelief, his tone more robotic, almost solemn but in that hard way. “I don’t know, but she’s barely alive."The taller man’s voice softens and he asks almo