All Chapters of Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Shelly’s POV As we pull up to the house, I’m immediately enveloped in a fit of laughter, unable to contain myself at the sight before me. Sebastian’s eyes are wide with shock, his jaw slightly dropped as he stares at the mountain of boxes neatly lined up in the driveway. Sabrina and I had a little spree today, and now the delivery truck is here, unloading all the treasures we meticulously picked out together. I catch Sebastian’s eye and his baffled expression is simply priceless, a mix of incredulity and amusement that makes my belly ache with laughter. Sabrina catches on to my amusement, turning her head just in time to see Sebastian’s bewildered face, and she bursts out laughing as well. Her laughter is infectious, a melodious echo that plays on the gentle afternoon breeze. “Girl, his face says it all,” she manages between her giggles, “you're in deep trouble,” she adds, doubling over with even more laughter. “Maybe, but trust me, it’s going to be so worth it,” I insist, sti

Sebastian’s POV With everything that’s been happening lately and the wedding fast approaching, the dozen of events shows no sign of slowing down. Despite the flurry of preparations and stress, Michal and Sabrina were adamant that we couldn't miss out on one tradition: the bachelor and bachelorette parties. According to them, you simply can’t get married without celebrating this rite of passage. They were so spirited and persuasive that we couldn't really refuse. So, here I am, surrounded by a cavalcade of neon lights and pulsing music, in none other than a strip club, chilling with my best man Michal and a few close friends and guards. Despite the din, Michal manages to make himself heard, shouting over the table with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, “I told you this is just what you needed, brother!” His words carry a mix of teasing and sincerity, enhanced by the fact that he’s slightly tipsy, his laughter infectious. The atmosphere is buzzy and electric, the pe

Shelly’s POV It’s the evening before my wedding, and here I am, snuggled up in Sabrina’s room for the night. Both Sebastian and Michal are not thrilled about this arrangement. Michal’s got the spare room tonight, while Sebastian stays put in our room. Tradition dictates that the groom and bride should remain apart the night before their wedding, as any encounter is thought to bring bad luck. While I personally find this notion a bit archaic, I understand that our parents hold these beliefs dear, and I'm willing to keep with tradition for them. Sabrina and I are currently enveloped in an emotional episode of Grey's Anatomy. The tears flow freely from our eyes as we watch the tragic death of Derek Shepherd unfold on screen. The sorrow stems from a doctor’s oversight in failing to give him a CT scan, missing a crucial brain bleed. The scene is utterly heartbreaking, and I find myself shedding a series of ugly tears. Suddenly, there’s a gentle knock at the door. Leaping up, I a