All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Cruel Obsession (BL): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

While walking hurried through the hallway, I pulled out my new phone and dialed the encrypted number of one of the infiltrated officers I had guarding Rusty's detention cell."Mr. Bayron…" the man said."Give me progress on what is happening at headquarters right now," I ordered as soon as I heard the line open. "Did you already manage to delay the file with the prosecutor on duty?"."The situation has changed a lot in the last hour, Mr. Richard," the officer's voice sounded tense, altered by the background noise of police radios.I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the hallway, pressing the device against my ear."What the fuck do you mean it changed?" I asked, my jaw tightening. "Speak now.""Apparently they aren't only going to accuse Mr. Rusty of murdering the bartender, boss," the insider specified. "Ten minutes ago, Rusty suffered another fit of rage inside the common cells, tried to murder two headquarters guards with a bar, and the state ordered his immediate transfer

During the entire journey along the highway, I maintained the fixity of my eyes on Luke's profile. He looked through the window at the gray buildings of the city with his breathing accelerated and looked notably nervous. But even so, in the middle of his panic and his wounded pride, Luke had not let go of my hand even a single centimeter; his fingers kept squeezing mine with a spasmodic force beneath the space of the seat.I settled against the backrest, assimilating the suspense of the play. I knew perfectly well that what I was about to do on that stage was something gigantic, which went much further than what I ever came to imagine for the control of my businesses. I would lose the attention of thousands of women from high society, yes; my reputation as an implacable and heterosexual CEO would remain buried beneath the morbid curiosity of a forbidden romance with my own stepbrother by law, but for some strange and lewd reason that burned my chest... that did not matter to me at a

"Luke is the son of my father's legitimate wife," Frederick added to the microphone, keeping his firm hand buried in my hip. "And both of us are tired of hiding our love. This is the new structure of the Bayrons."I wanted to kill him.I wanted to raise my fist, break his jaw with a blow in front of the federation's cameras, and flee from that goddamn glass hotel once and for all.But I remained completely paralyzed on the stage; I knew perfectly that this was the exact price of the alibi to save my study scholarship and protect my mother's accounts.The uncomfortable silence of the room lasted barely a couple of eternal seconds, before the reporters reacted, unleashing a violent horde of cross-questions that drilled through the environment."Mr. Bayron, is this engagement legal before the statutes of the city's civil registry?!" shouted the national press correspondent, pushing the cabling."Was your mother in agreement with this relationship between stepbrothers?!" bellowed an enter

RILEY'S POV I dialed Luke’s number over and over again.The ringtone of the call resonated in the receiver, repeated in a monotonous buzz, and then jumped straight to voicemail.Since we arrived in the city and that goddamn sick man Frederick took Luke away dragged from the hangar, I hadn't been able to communicate with him, which had me goddamn worried."Answer the goddamn call, Luke, please!" I muttered, locking my eyes on the bright screen.I decided to open the chat and wrote him a direct message:"Luke, where the fuck are you? Tell me that psychopath didn't do anything to you."I waited.Twenty minutes later, the screen remained blank. I sent him another message:"Answer, piece of shit. I'm losing control here."Thirty minutes later, I typed again with desperation:"Are you still with Frederick? Did he take you to the mansion?"Then I sent another one, and another one, demanding a fucking smoke signal.But Luke didn't respond to any goddamn message.None.The lack of responses b

RUSTY'S POV Three days had already passed since they dragged me to this goddamn dungeon.Three days where the idiots from the guard completely isolated me from the entire outside world, stripping me of my clothes, my rings, and any contact with the men who were supposed to take care of me.I could only eat once a day some rancid piece of shit they threw at me on a plastic tray, forcing me to spend the hours screaming like an absolute lunatic."I am a goddamn Bayron, you pieces of trash!" I roared once more, slamming my closed fists against the rusted iron of the bars. "My father is Richard Bayron! Get me out of this goddamn hole before I order everyone's heads to be blown off!".The custodians from the afternoon shift did nothing but mock me from the central hallway, while playing cards on a wooden table."Look at the heir," shouted one of the guards, a fat guy with his uniform unbuttoned. "The grand Bayron keeps crying for his daddy. In here your last name isn't worth even the plast