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Chapter 22: The Bet.
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A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 28: Torn Apart
The rain tapped steadily against the windowpanes of Isabel’s apartment, a relentless percussion that matched the pounding in her chest. The gray light filtered through the curtains in dull sheets, draping the room in a melancholic haze. Outside, the city was washed clean but heavy with storm clouds, mirroring the turmoil brewing within her. Isabel sat curled on the faded sofa, her phone clenched in trembling hands. The message from the night before still glowed on the screen, an open wound: “You thought you could have him? Think again.” She hadn’t slept. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and a heart aching with desperation. A sudden knock at the door shattered the fragile quiet. Her breath caught. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She wasn’t expecting anyone—not at this hour. Another knock, more urgent. She set the phone down, voice barely a whisper. “Who is it?” “Isabel. Open up.” The voice was sharp. Commanding. Alessandro. She hesitated. Her mind scra
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 27: Smoke and Screens
The city sprawled beneath Alessandro’s penthouse like a constellation of stars—glittering, distant, and unknowable. The lights flickered softly through the massive windows, casting fractured reflections on the polished marble floor. Outside, the metropolis was alive, oblivious to the storm brewing inside the glass fortress at its summit. Inside the dimly lit office, Alessandro paced, every movement sharp and restless, like a predator stalking its prey. The last few hours had been a slow descent into chaos, the poisonous tendrils of paranoia weaving tightly around his mind. The scent of expensive whiskey lingered faintly on the air, untouched since last night’s retreat into the sanctuary of solitude. His phone buzzed again, shrill and relentless. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat behind the massive oak desk—his empire’s command center—and opened his laptop. The glow of the screen illuminated his dark features, accentuating the lines of tension carved deep into his face.
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 26: Anonymous
The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alessandro’s office, casting long golden beams across the sleek mahogany desk. Outside, the city hummed with restless energy, the distant blare of horns and murmurs of millions of lives intertwining like the endless threads of a tapestry. But inside this glass tower—his sanctuary, his fortress—Alessandro De’Luca felt an unfamiliar weight settle on his chest. He sat behind the desk, fingers poised above the keyboard of his laptop, scrolling through emails with the usual efficiency. Business proposals, investor updates, legal briefs—mundane but necessary. The sharp scent of expensive leather from his chair mingled with the faint aroma of espresso from the machine in the corner. Everything was as it always was. But Alessandro’s mind wasn’t. The last few days had been a whirlwind. Isabel’s sudden disappearance, the cold silence that followed, the chaotic emotions crashing through his chest like an untamed storm—anger
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 25: Confession
Immediately she saw the “Come over” text from Jenna. She was on her heels. Isabel stood frozen in the dim hallway of Jenna’s apartment building, the soft buzz of the door unlocking like a small relief from the storm inside her. The night air had dried the last of her tears, but inside, the ache was raw, humming just beneath her ribs. She clutched her purse strap so tightly her knuckles whitened, feeling suddenly unmoored. When Jenna swung open the door, her bright eyes caught Isabel’s, searching. “You look like hell,” she said, a teasing smile barely masking real concern. Isabel managed a hollow laugh and stepped inside, the familiar scent of vanilla candles and fresh linen wrapping around her like a fragile shield against the chaos she carried. Jenna’s apartment was warm—soft throw pillows scattered across a low couch, walls painted in calming hues, a gentle instrumental track weaving through the quiet. Isabel sank onto the couch, the cushions swallowing her tired frame. Jenna s
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 24: Two Lines
The fluorescent lights buzzed relentlessly overhead as Isabel pushed through the heavy door of the drugstore bathroom. The stale, antiseptic smell hit her like a wall, sharp and sterile, a harsh contrast to the turmoil twisting her insides. She gripped the small box in her hand tightly, fingers cold and trembling as if they belonged to someone else. The moment she locked herself inside the cramped stall, a suffocating wave of silence settled around her. She sat down slowly on the edge of the toilet, the cold plastic biting at her skin, and took a deep, uneven breath. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs, so loud she could almost hear the blood pounding in her ears. The test lay on the corner of the tiny sink, mocking her with its stillness. Her eyes were dry, but the panic bubbled fiercely beneath her skin, like a storm barely contained. Her hands fumbled with the wrapper, pulling the thin plastic stick free with shaking fingers. She stared at it, unsure, as if it might c
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 23: Running Cold
The night hadn’t ended. Not really. Isabel didn’t remember how she got home—only that the blanket had been discarded somewhere on the subway, and she’d ridden the train barefoot and shaking, gripping the metal pole like it could anchor her in a world that no longer made sense. No one spoke to her. No one asked if she was okay. Maybe because heartbreak looked too much like madness under fluorescent lights. By the time she reached her apartment, the city had begun to wind down, its lights dimming, its noise softening into something ghostlike. She entered without turning on the lights, letting the dark swallow her. Her legs gave out somewhere between the door and the hallway wall. She slid down to the floor, back pressed against the plaster, knees drawn to her chest. She didn’t cry. Crying would have been a release. Instead, she stared blankly at the opposite wall, Alessandro’s voice still looping in her head—You mattered. But it wasn’t true. It had never been true. She must have f
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