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Chapter 29: Now You Know
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A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 30: Her Shadows
Jenna Mile’s apartment was immaculate—almost obsessively so. The kind of clean that made the air feel sterile, like a room that hadn’t been lived in, only curated. Pale gray walls. Minimalist decor. One couch. One coffee table. A glass of untouched wine sweating quietly beside her laptop. The dim light of early evening bled through the curtains in slanted beams. Rain tapped against the windows in a soft, almost soothing rhythm. But the quiet was deceptive. Beneath it buzzed a storm far more dangerous than the one outside. On the screen in front of her, paused at the exact frame she liked best, was a video of Isabel and Alessandro. In his penthouse. Laughing. Then kissing. Then touching. Jenna pressed play again. The intimacy was unbearable. Not for the people in the video—but for her. She watched as Alessandro leaned into Isabel, his hand sliding over her waist with the kind of possessive tenderness Jenna had never received. She watched it all. Every kiss. Every stolen look.
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 29: Now You Know
The room felt suddenly colder, as if the air itself recoiled from Isabel’s revelation. The rain outside hammered against the window with relentless fury, matching the storm inside her apartment building. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Alessandro’s eyes were wide, as if trying to process the words, to bend reality around them and make sense of this new, seismic truth. His chest heaved, breath uneven. Isabel sat rigid, her heart pounding, waiting for a response she wasn’t sure she wanted. She hated how vulnerable she felt, exposed and raw in front of him. For months, she had tried to keep that secret safe inside her, a fragile ember she dared not let burn too bright. But now the ember had exploded into flames. “Pregnant,” he finally breathed. “Yeah.” Her voice was hoarse, cracked from crying. He looked like the world had just slipped beneath his feet. His eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape hatch from this new reality. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
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
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