Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Unknown POV The beauty of this place is unlike anything I have ever encountered before. I can see a meadow spread out before me, adorned with a kaleidoscope of flowers, their vibrant colors blending into a picturesque panorama that stretches endlessly in all directions. I sense an unfamiliar serenity washing over me; it’s as if the burdens and shadows of despair that once consumed me have been lifted. No longer am I engulfed in the oppressive darkness that held me captive. Yet, amidst this overwhelming beauty and tranquility, a singular question echoes in my mind, demanding answers: Why am I here? The memory of the hospital room is still vivid. I remember the ecstatic moment of giving birth to our children, followed by the overwhelming joy of seeing my twin boys for the first time. Memories of their tiny, perfect faces bring warmth to my heart. But confusion soon follows; where are they now? Where is Sebastian? I long to hold my children, to bask in the presence of their

Sebastian's POV It's been three months since Carter and Abel, my two beautiful sons, entered our lives, and to say it's been a whirlwind would be an understatement. Life has certainly changed, and every day is an adventure in this new chapter. Shelly, my amazing wife, has been a superhero in her own right. Even through the sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, she manages to keep a smile on her face and warmth in her heart. There's a certain resilience in her that is just unmatched, and I admire her more every day. She not only navigated her recovery from childbirth with such grace, but she's also embraced motherhood in the most wonderful way. As for me, I've taken it upon myself to shower her with appreciation whenever possible. She's truly my world, and the gravity of what we have together our family anchors me. Seeing her at home with the twins, I often reflect on how lucky I am. Especially since I often have to leave for business trips, something that has be

Shelly’s POV I wake up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest, a sense of unease flooding over me like a tidal wave. There's a chilling tingling in my bones, an instinctual feeling that something is amiss, though I can't quite put my finger on it. My eyes darted to the alarm clock on my nightstand; it's six in the morning. Anxiety grips me; the boys always wake me before now, clamoring for their early morning feeding around three o'clock, but today. There was no such call. Carter's usual cries, which can usually pierce through the heaviest of sleeps, were eerily absent. Anxious and disoriented, with thoughts swirling chaotically in my mind, I leap out of bed. My entire being feels charged with adrenaline, every nerve alert and primed. I sprint across the hallway toward the boys' nursery, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The silence that envelops the room is thick and unsettling. I lean over Abel’s crib, and a sigh of relief escapes my lips. My sweet boy is w

Sebastian’s POV Shelly is still asleep in Sabrina’s room, keeping a vigilant watch over Shelly as she rests. The stress and worry she's enduring are palpable, and I feel a profound urge to comfort her, although I know that true solace will only come with the safe return of our son Carter. I've assigned a team to clean up the chaos in our room, remnants of a frantic search for any sign of our missing child. The room bears the evidence of Shelly's anguish, her desperate effort to find any clue within those walls. The investigation has, thus far, revealed that Carter was indeed kidnapped; this much is evident from the alarming evidence Henry discovered scattered below their bedroom window. A dread gnaws at me as I confront the uncertainty of the situation; I am grasping in the dark for leads, suspecting everyone yet trusting no one. The identity of the kidnapper eludes us. In my role as the east coast boss, I've amassed countless enemies within the mafia world, all of whom wo

Shelly’s POV I know I did not just hear Henry correctly. I just know I didn’t hear what I think I heard. Please do not tell me he is the reason my son, my baby boy Carter, is missing. How could he do something like this? Henry is supposed to be one of my best friends, a person I trusted deeply, and he did this to me, to my family. There is absolutely no way I heard him right. It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from, and I desperately want it to be just that. A nightmare. That is, until I look him right in the face, and what I see nearly kills me. His eyes, they speak volumes, yet they're filled with guilt and remorse. They convey what his words can’t, what I refuse to believe: that he is the one who did this. He took my son away from me. How can eyes that used to be so warm and friendly now seem so cold and distant, concealing secrets that rip my world apart? Within seconds, the shock transforms into an indescribable rage, and I find myself losing control, overw