All Chapters of My Fake Sister Took Everything: Now It’s My Turn : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nate’s POV Her name escaped my lips like a prayer I hadn’t said in years. “Daphne?” I whispered, my voice trembling under the weight of everything I had carried—every sleepless night, every haunting memory of her face. And now, here she was, standing before me. She looked…different. Stronger, colder. Her eyes pierced through me like daggers, but it was her stomach that made my knees almost give out. My child. Our child. My gaze dropped to her stomach, then to the man beside her—who I looked into, Sebastian Hawthorne . His protective stance told me everything I needed to know. She wasn’t alone anymore. That I had lost my right to her. Still, I had to try. “Give me a chance,” I began, but her expression froze me. There was no warmth, no recognition of the man I used to be. Truth is, ever since I bumped into her in LA, I’ve been watching her from afar. I was her stalker, her shadow. But I wasn’t the only one tailing her. “What do you want, Nate?” Her voice, once my solace, cut throug

Daphne’s POV As soon as we stepped outside, the night air hit me like a slap to the face. The cold seemed to seep into my bones, but nothing could freeze the pit of dread that was rapidly growing in my stomach. My nerves were on edge, but then Sebastian’s voice broke through my thoughts, sending a shiver down my spine. “Daphne,” he said, his tone unusually tense, “I think the stalker’s been found.” Those words—just those simple words—turned my world upside down in a way I hadn’t prepared for. The nausea hit me so fast I felt like I might suffocate. For a moment, I wished I could just turn around, crawl back into bed, and wrap myself in Ella’s soft warmth, pretending this wasn’t happening, pretending everything was okay. I had told myself time and time again that I had moved forward, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the anxiety that something like this could bring everything crashing down. It was human nature to fear the unknown, but this… This was something else. Something bigg

My body trembled uncontrollably as we were dragged outside. Sebastian was pacing, his phone glued to his ear, making urgent calls to his DSS contact and the detective. He was planning a way to cover everything up, but I wasn’t sure it mattered anymore. This wasn’t over, not even close. We had uncovered a piece of the truth, yes, but at what cost? My thoughts spiraled, colliding with one another, drowning me in questions I couldn’t answer. What did the stalker mean when he said someone was out there trying to take my father down? And how was it all linked to me? Was this the reason for my kidnapping as a child? Was he—whoever he was—the person behind it all? My chest tightened as the weight of everything settled over me. The stalker, Matthew’s mind games, Nathaniel’s cryptic warnings. Every thread seemed to lead back to my father. But what haunted me most was the knowledge that there was no escape, just as Sebastian had said. This was a war I didn’t ask for but couldn’t avoid. I cl

“Are you alright?”We were back at Sebastian’s residence. After Nate’s confession, I realized that sometimes ignorance truly is bliss.“Yeah,” I whispered.Maryam was already asleep in one of the guest rooms, and Ella was at Mrs. Tee’s. It was late when we returned. Nate stayed behind to manage things, promising to keep the case under the radar while waiting for the detective to arrive.Sebastian sighed, sitting beside me on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he handed me a pain reliever. I swallowed it quickly, desperate for even a moment’s rest. The windows were wide open, allowing the cool night air to sweep through the room. I needed to breathe—to feel something other than the crushing weight in my chest.I managed a small, tired smile, but he caught my hand and squeezed it gently, grounding me. The wind picked up outside, as if mirroring the storm within me.“Can I?” he asked softly.I nodded.He slipped under the comforter, pulling me into his chest. His heartbeat

The hospital visit had left me emotionally drained in the best way possible. Seeing my son on that screen, hearing his heartbeat… it was everything. Sebastian never let go of my hand, as if he feared I might disappear. “I need to call Maryam.” My voice trembled with excitement. “Go ahead,” he encouraged, smiling. With shaky fingers, I dialed Maryam’s number. She answered on the second ring. “Hey, babe! How did the appointment go? What’s the—” “It’s a boy!” I burst out, unable to hold back the joy any longer. My voice cracked, overwhelmed by the reality settling into my heart. “Maryam…Alex.” There was a beat of silence on the other end before she screamed so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “OH MY GOD!! A BOY? Alexander?!” she shrieked, her excitement bubbling over like a shaken soda can. “Daphne! Oh my God! I knew it! I knew it! You’re going to have the most handsome, strongest, sweetest little boy ever!” I laughed through my tears, covering my mouth with my fr