Lahat ng Kabanata ng OWNED BY MY EX-HUSBAND’S STEPBROTHER : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Lukas kept his eyes on her the whole time, following her movements until she completely disappeared from his view below. Once she was gone, he shifted his attention to his injured, bandaged hand and then to the plate of food that Gloria had prepared with such thoughtfulness. The ache in his heart grew even stronger and more painful, like a heavy weight pressing down. To fight it off, he clenched his fist into a tight ball. Don't be weak now, Lukas, he scolded himself in his mind. Remember, you are the one in control here. Use her just like you planned. You already told her straight—she is nothing but a maid to you, and a woman you can use for sex whenever you want. Don't let her sweet words and actions pull you into some kind of emotional honey trap.Determined to push the emotional pain away, Lukas squeezed his fist even harder, forcing the hurt to shift from his breaking heart straight to the physical wound in his hand. Fresh blood started to ooze out through the bandage, staining i

It's okay, Annabel. Don't ask something like that of your Uncle Lukas. Mommy will get it for you right away," Gloria said in her softest, most reassuring tone, ruffling her daughter's messy curls affectionately. The little girl had been pouting over a glass of milk, her tiny face scrunched up in that dramatic way only kids could manage. Gloria straightened her apron, her bare feet padding softly across the sunlit kitchen floor toward the fridge, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting warm glows on the countertops.But before she could even grasp the handle, Lukas surged to his feet with that sudden, predatory grace of his. He wrenched the fridge door open, the cool air whooshing out, and retrieved whatever it was Annabel had requested—a colorful sippy cup of juice, perhaps. He slammed it down on the table with controlled force.He gave Gloria a sidelong glare, his dark eyes sharp as knives. "What are you waiting for? Continue cooking. Now.""Ah— Y-Yes, right away

Hmm... honestly, nobody really knows his palate inside out," Gloria continued, her voice tinged with amusement as she recalled those chaotic kitchen escapades. "His tastes seemed to shift every single day—like one moment he'd crave spicy stir-fries, and the next he'd demand nothing but plain rice porridge. The Anderson’s mansion went through a revolving door of head chefs, all resigning in exhaustion because coping with the little prince's demanding tongue was just too overwhelming. High salaries couldn't even keep them around; they'd pack up and flee after one too many meltdowns.""Wow, imagine quitting a cushy, high-paying gig just because of a tiny terror like Lukas," Isaiah remarked, shaking his head in disbelief, a wry grin spreading across his face."Haha! Well, he's still very much the devil incarnate, even as a grown man, right?" Gloria laughed, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and exasperation."Yep, no doubt about it," Isaiah agreed instantly, without a shred of he

There were a handful of explicit, step-by-step instructions that lingered vividly in Gloria's mind from one particularly scorching erotica novel she'd secretly binge-read on her phone during those long, lonely nights: Never let your teeth graze the sensitive skin—use soft lips and tongue only. Don't force the entire length down your throat right away, especially not on your debut attempt; build up gradually to avoid gagging. And if he's overwhelmingly girthy, wrap your hands around the base shaft for leverage, stroking firmly while you gently massage and fondle the balls to heighten his pleasure. It all sounded deceptively straightforward when confined to the pages of fiction, a tantalizing blueprint for ecstasy. But now, staring down the reality of Lukas's imposing erection mere inches from her face, Gloria couldn't help but doubt the practicality of it all. I don't know if I can trust that so-called 'guide' from the erotica, she fretted inwardly, her pulse racing with a cocktail of

Gloria examined her damp face closely in the large bathroom mirror, her expression a mix of worry and lingering embarrassment. Her cheeks remained stubbornly flushed with a deep, ruddy glow that refused to fade, no matter how much cold water she had splashed on them. This persistent blush terrified her deeply—she absolutely did not want anyone, especially Lukas, to glance at her and immediately peg her as some cheap, desperate whore chasing after forbidden pleasures."Gloria, remember exactly what Vincent said to you," she whispered sternly to her reflection, her voice trembling slightly as old wounds reopened. "He called you a cheap whore just because you timidly asked for a second round after his pathetic two minutes of mechanical sex. He sneered that no real woman was as lusty and disgusting as you, begging for more like some animal in heat. So don't you dare give in to this burning lust inside your body right now. You don't want another man viewing you as filthy trash—and that man