All Chapters of I, love my mom's boyfriend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

I adjusted Isabella’s seat-belt and leaned back in my seat, exhaling deeply. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I stared at the empty road ahead, but my mind wasn’t focused on driving.I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on Isabella. She was fast asleep, her features soft under the dim light filtering in through the windows.Without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed my fingers against her cheek. Her skin was warm and delicate, and I found myself tracing the curve of her face with my fingertips.What am I doing?The thought crossed my mind, but I dismissed it. At that moment, I wasn’t listening to logic. I was listening to the ache in my chest, the pull I couldn’t ignore.I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering. My eyes roamed her peaceful face, and before I could stop myself, I leaned forward.My lips met hers in a light, fleeting kiss. The faint taste of alcohol lingered, but her presence overwhelmed me. Her steady breathing was the o

I heard Mom and Ezekiel’s voices echoing faintly.Their argument had been going on for several minutes after I stormed out, but now, there was silence.They were probably fighting because of me.I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. My lips curled into a smirk.I felt like a homewrecker, but oddly, it didn’t bother me.“The one who’s breaking her own mother’s home,” I murmured to myself, the words dripping with irony.The smirk lingered as I tilted my head, studying my reflection.Am I truly the villain in your story, Mom?I tried to rationalize it, convincing myself I didn’t want to be.“I’m sorry, Mom,” I whispered with a bitter smile, “but you didn’t leave me any other choice.”The knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts.I straightened up, taking a deep breath to erase the traces of my emotions.“Isabella.”The voice sent a shiver down my spine. Ezekiel.Raising my brows, I wondered why he was here. Before I could react, the door slid open, and there he was

We were having dinner together, but the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Neither Mom nor Ezekiel said much, their silence louder than any words they could have spoken.I glanced between them, wondering if Mom had said something to Ezekiel earlier when she went into her room. Did they really have an unspoken storm brewing in their minds?The thought lingered as I took a small bite of my meal, chewing slowly.I decided it was best to stay quiet for now. Speaking up might stir something unnecessary, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin whatever small advantage I might have gained. The atmosphere felt delicate, as though one wrong move could shatter it entirely.When we finally finished dinner, we left the restaurant and climbed into the car to head home. Mom sat in the passenger seat next to Ezekiel, and I slid into the back seat behind them.The ride was quiet, save for the faint hum of the car engine.For a brief moment, Ezekiel’s eyes met mine in the rear-view mirror.It was a fleet

Isabella's POV.I smirked as I glanced at the screen. Ezekiel had seen my message—his signature silence confirmed it. He was waiting. Anticipating. The thought sent a warm rush through me, igniting a heat that settled just beneath my skin.Sitting upright on my bed, I felt a spark of nervous excitement, my heart pounding in sync with the quiet hum of the room. I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I reached for the tripod and set up the camera. One click, and the red light blinked on.My chest rose and fell heavily, betraying my growing anticipation. Pushing my hair over one shoulder, I let my fingers trail lightly down my neck, brushing against my collarbone. My movements were slow, deliberate, designed for the gaze I knew was watching—or soon would be.Kneeling on the bed, I leaned forward slightly, biting my lower lip in a teasing smile as I began unbuttoning my shirt.One button.Then another.I left it draped over me, just enough to keep myself revealed. The delicate lace of