All Chapters of My Stepsister Stole My Groom: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DREXONI watch Luneth sleeping peacefully on the bed and then my phone begins ringing, without thinking too much about it, I step away from the bed and slam the phone to my ears."I got something on the attacker.""Please, some good news finally," I hear Henry sigh. My tone with him is not normal, and I know it, but how can I think straight when someone has tried to kill my wife right under my nose? They must be bold, and I feel even worse because I am sure that this is an attack on me and not her. How dare they try to make her suffer?"The attacker has a clean digital footprint and according to the police, he is refusing to talk about who sent him and keeps on insisting that he was working alone. CCTV footage from the front desk at the time of the attack is wiped off cleanly, and the hotel staff can't identify what the problem is," he explains.All of the information is not a lot to take in, but I still can't understand any of it. "What do you mean? You said that you got something, bu

LUNETHI know I was the one who insisted on knowing what was going on, but I now wish he had kept me out of it instead. I wish instead of telling him so trustfully, he had decided it was bad for me to know and just kept me in the dark. I know very well that it is not a way for me to grow strong; it's just something I feel in that moment. I had come back, but I did not think that joining Drexon was going to put me in the exact situation—death."Do you have an idea who is behind this?" I ask. I stare at his face because even when he is not talking and thinking, he is subtle enough; his face tells me almost everything that I need to know. The way the corner of his eyes twitches and his face turns down tells me all I need to know. "You don't want to tell me.""Do you need to know?" he is walking towards me. He had been sitting beside me all along, but as soon as I came back from the test, he seemed to distance himself. "You know, there is still time; you can walk away.""Walk away?" I unde

DREXONMy eyes trail Luneth as one of the staff takes her into the inner room to get some diamonds. I had begged the manager for a favour; she had to keep Luneth occupied while I talked to her, and maybe Maljore would show up. She was weird like that."I never thought I'd see you back in this city again," the woman said with a smile on her face. "When I heard that you broke up with Maljore, I was a bit disappointed," she added."She broke it off with me," I say, and the woman seems to think I am lying. She does not utter a word, but her body language tells me all I need to know. "But she told you that I broke it off with her, didn't she?" I ask. She does not respond, but I seem to have my answer."Did she happen to come by?" I ask, trying to make sure I ask all I want to before Luneth emerges with her buy. "Recently," I added, because Maljore was the kind of woman who bought jewellery because she wanted to. Sometimes she would buy something she had bought before; she was obsessed with

LUNETHThe ride to the hotel was quiet; it was almost as if we had been possessed by a silenced spirit after his compliment to me. I wanted to know a lot, but I was not going to allow him to say all of that in front of the driver and bodyguard. We get to the hotel and up to our room. Drexon had demanded a room change, and that was after I had convinced him that there was no need to change hotels. The person who was crafty enough to get into our room would be tenacious enough to find us in any other hotel in the city, and it was a waste of money, especially since we had paid for the entire trip up front.We step into the room and Drexon drops the bags onto the table. He had always shown that he was a gentleman every time we were together, and it makes me wonder if he was like that with Maljore or if this was because of me. I know it is not the question I am supposed to be asking, but I can't help but want to know."You know we need to talk," I say, settling onto the couch. He opens the

LUNETHHearing Drexon confess everything about Maljore makes me realise that we don't have to be stupid to be manipulated; in reality, it's none of our fault. Manipulative people are just manipulative because they feel they can be. I am about to dive into Kellan when his phone rings. He looks down on it, and he does not have to say a word for me to know he has to take the call."I have to take this; it's from work." he hesitates to add the last part, but I know he might have a few things he still wants to keep away from me."Of course," I say, and as if he were waiting for my approval, he gets up and slips onto the balcony. He slides the door behind him, and I can see him pacing back and forth. He looked displeased with whoever was on the other end of the line. He was not screaming, but even by just looking at him, I could tell that whoever was on the other side was shivering in fear. He was truly born to be Drexon Moreaux. For some reason, I just felt the power radiate from him so muc