All Chapters of My Stepfather Is My Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

SEBASTIANIn my unconscious state, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of darkness, unable to move or speak. But then, I heard a very sweet voice calling out to me, somewhat familiar and soothing. The longing I had for this voice made me desperate in my sleep, like a drowning man reaching for a life raft.Painfully, I tried to open my eyes to get a hold of the owner of the voice, to see who was there with me in this strange and unsettling place. Slowly, when I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I realized there was no one beside me. The emptiness of the room was overwhelming, and I groaned from the pain that came from my head.I must have hurt my head badly because there were bandages wrapped tightly around my skull, like a turban. The throbbing pain was unbearable, but I forced myself to focus on the memory of the voice that had comforted me in my sleep.Whose voice was it? I couldn't shake the feeling that I had heard it before, somewhere in my distant past. I slowly laid my head

Sydney As soon as I entered the room there was no one but the luxurious taste of Sebastian's mansion screams that with this money it set anyone's life who is as poor as I am. There was a watch on the center table of the room. And I only thought of one thing if I can steal once I can steal it twice as well. But as I take a closer look at the watch I felt adrenaline rushing through my veins. My heartbeat got fucking out of control.It was the same watch that I stole from him but now reality hit me like a heavy break on my head. I should not have stolen from him. If this watch is here and I am still standing here it means they knew I was the one who stole it.Fucking holy molly I have to run from here screw up this job if it costs me my life. I start taking steps backward in a panic that I did not know someone else already entered the room "Sit down young lady."I got terrified by the voice and turn back to look who he is. And after looking at him I felt I lost all my worries.That man i

SEBASTIANI gasped when I saw Natalya standing in front of me, her figure blurred by the tears welling up in my eyes. The sight of her sent shockwaves through my entire being, and I struggled to comprehend the reality before me. It was as if my mind had conjured an impossible dream, only to have it materialize before my very eyes.Tears streamed down my face, cascading like raindrops as I reached out, hesitant yet desperate, to embrace Natalya. The moment our bodies collided, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions flooding through me. The beating of her heart against my chest served as a rhythmic confirmation that this was no illusion, no figment of my imagination. She was here, right in front of me, flesh and blood."You're here. You're really here, Natalia," I managed to utter, my voice breaking with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy. Every syllable seemed to carry the weight of all the longing, the pain, and the hope that had consumed me during the time we were apart.And th

SYDNEY I've been desperately searching for a fleeting moment, a precious sliver of time when Sebastian would finally release his grip on me. I yearned for that elusive window of opportunity, the chance to escape, if only for a little while, and return to the warm embrace of my family. Thoughts of my brother Jacob and my little sister Jenny consumed me with worry, their images etched vividly in my mind.Jacob, just eleven years old, possessed a resilient spirit that allowed him to navigate the treacherous currents of life with a certain level of self-sufficiency. But Jenny, my precious five-year-old sister, was a different story. Without my reassuring presence by her side, she was prone to unleashing a storm of tantrums, her tears cascading like raindrops on a lonely windowpane. It burdened my heart to think of the hardship Jacob would face, attempting to pacify her fragile emotions without the solace of my gentle voice and soothing touch.As I weaved through the labyrinthine corridor

SYDNEYI tiptoed my way out of my house, careful not to make a sound that could awaken my sleeping siblings. The morning sun had just begun to cast its golden glow upon the world, and I longed to escape the suffocating atmosphere that lingered within those walls. As I stepped outside, the heavy wooden door creaked slightly, echoing through the quiet morning air.Father, with his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes, sat slouched on the porch, nursing the aftermath of another night of excessive drinking. His gaze shifted towards me, but it seemed as though the world had turned upside down for him as he looked at me from his inverted position. The disdain in his eyes was palpable, and he couldn't resist unleashing his bitter tongue."Where are you going at so early in the morning, dressing up like a bitch that you are?" he spat, the venom in his words seeping into the already tainted air. It was a harsh reminder of the man he used to be, the man who once loved me more than anything