Lahat ng Kabanata ng I, love my mom's boyfriend: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

I pulled off my shirt and stepped into the water, the cool waves lapping against my skin. Isabella smiled at me, a teasing glint in her eyes, as she trailed her hands from her neck down to her bosom. I let out a soft sigh, unable to look away.She was breathtaking.I moved closer, closing the distance between us, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She chuckled softly, her laughter like a sweet melody, and draped her hands around my neck.Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips met mine with the same urgency, the same fire, and I held her tightly, savoring every second. As the kiss deepened, I moved to her neck, planting soft kisses that drew a shiver from her. Then, I paused, pulling back to meet her gaze.She cupped my cheek, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you always stop?”I touched her hand and held her gaze, my voice low. “Because I yearn to see your reaction... to hear your sweet moans.”“The way you flaunt your beauty, the way you respond—it’s into

I rose slightly and picked up the clamps, letting them dangle for a moment. Isabella’s gaze locked onto mine, her lips slightly parted, her breath shallow.But instead of using them, I tossed them aside with a smirk. “My teeth will do just fine,” I murmured.Leaning down, I held her left bud in my mouth, biting just hard enough to send a jolt of sensation through her body.“Ezekiel...” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.While my mouth worked on one bud, my fingers pinched and teased the other. Her body arched beneath me, her movements a testament to the pleasure coursing through her.The lingering cold from earlier, combined with the heat of my bites, created an intoxicating mix of sensations for her.Isabella’s POVI never imagined this. The way he touched me, bit me, and played with me—it felt like he was pouring every ounce of his desire into me. His bites sent shivers through my entire body, making me tremble under his control.It wasn’t just the physical pleasure; it

Ezekiel arched his brow and answered calmly, "Mr. Robert, if there was something wrong with her car, how exactly am I involved?"Dad’s jaw tightened, his voice sharp. "Mr. Ezekiel, you have plenty of reasons to do it.""Dad, please..." I interrupted, my voice shaking. I couldn't take it anymore.I understood what my father was implying—he was accusing Ezekiel of being involved in Mom’s accident."Dad, I know you have grudges against him, but that doesn’t mean you can just put the blame on him," I said, my frustration spilling out.Dad cursed under his breath, his voice rising. "Damn it, Isabella! Are you out of your mind? Can't you see what’s happening?"He took a step closer, his eyes burning with anger. "Or are you so blind to everything?""Dad, stop it..." I snapped, my tone laced with annoyance.The tension in the room was suffocating.Ezekiel, however, remained composed. He looked at the officer and asked, "What exactly do you want to interrogate me about?"The officer let out a

“Yes, Dad,” I said firmly.“And I know the truth. The truth about Mom and her affairs.”Dad’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable. But I didn’t hesitate. I wasn’t oblivious—I had always known the truth. I had seen everything, heard the whispers, and watched in silence. I simply chose not to say anything.I lived my life without interfering in theirs.At first, it hurt. When I was younger, I despised it. But over time, I realized nothing I did would change my parents’ choices. So, I stopped thinking about it. I stopped caring.“And I also know that Mom gave you money to keep your mouth shut, Dad.”Dad’s face darkened. “Isabella!” he shouted.But I remained calm, my voice unwavering. “Dad, don’t shout at me.”“You filed a case against Ezekiel, not because you believe he’s guilty, but because you don’t want me to be with him.”Dad’s jaw clenched, but I continued, my tone steady.“Think about it. He’s an influential man, and you’ve tarnished his reputation. If he proves his i

Dad straightened his posture, his expression firm. "Officer, Kathrine and I were still friends. There was no reason for her to hesitate if she wanted to speak to me privately."The officer studied him before nodding. "I see. But if you were that close, then why did you file for divorce? Was there a specific reason?"Dad's face stiffened. His jaw clenched slightly, and after a brief pause, he let out a slow breath. "I… I had a girlfriend. And, honestly, I didn’t want to be with Kathrine anymore."The officer raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on the revelation. Instead, he jotted something down in his notepad before saying, "Alright, Mr. Robert. We’ll gather all the necessary information on Mrs. Kathrine, and soon, we should be able to locate her body."Dad nodded slowly, his face unreadable.Then, the officer turned toward me, his expression more neutral. "Miss Isabella."I straightened as he addressed me.He glanced at my father before speaking again. "Would you mind speaking with