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Chapter 51: The Line Between
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A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 52: In The Sand
The world narrowed to the space between them: the stretch of moon-pale sand, the roaring silence filled only by the crashing waves and the frantic drumming of her own heart. Alessandro stood frozen, the notebook hanging from his hand as if it were made of lead, his face a mask of such profound, shattered shock that Isabel’s own fear momentarily receded, replaced by a dizzying sense of exposure. He had seen it all. Her most private, unguarded thoughts. Her love, her fear, her devastatingly honest assessment of him. For a long, suspended moment, neither moved. The wind whipped a strand of hair across her face, but she didn’t brush it away. She could only stare, paralyzed, waiting for the storm in his eyes to break. It did not break into anger. It broke into anguish. A ragged, broken sound escaped him, something between a gasp and a sob. He took an unsteady step forward, then another, his boots sinking into the soft sand. He didn’t stop until he was standing right before her, the no
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 51: The Line Between
The walls of the small rented room had begun to feel like they were breathing, closing in on her with every ragged breath she took. The four corners seemed to whisper the echoes of her lawyer’s devastating ultimatum. Testify. Publicly. The words were a cage. To do it would be to step into the blinding, brutal spotlight she had fled, to have every intimate, painful detail of her life with Alessandro and Jenna dissected by lawyers and leered at by the public. To not do it was to risk being devoured by the monstrous lie Jenna had unleashed. The fear was a physical weight, crushing her chest. She needed air. She needed space. She needed a place where the world wasn’t made of accusations and traps. An old memory surfaced, fragile and precious as sea glass: a hidden cove her mother had taken her to a lifetime ago, when problems were skinned knees and melted ice cream, not life-shattering scandals. It was a long shot. The world had a way of paving over forgotten places. Driving the be
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 50: Legal Lies
The air in the small, unassuming law office smelled of lemon-scented wood polish and old paper. It was a world away from the sleek, glass-walled opulence of De’Luca Enterprises, a fact Isabel clung to like a life raft. Here, in this modest room with its diplomas from a local university and a view of a quiet, tree-lined street, she was just Isabel Buster. Not a headline. Not a scandal. Or so she’d desperately hoped. Ms. Eleanor Vance, of Vance & Associates, sat across from her. She was a woman in her late fifties with a kind, intelligent face framed by silver-streaked dark hair and eyes that held a steady, unwavering calm. She had been recommended through a labyrinthine network of domestic abuse advocates—a woman known for her discretion and her ferocity in protecting her clients. “The defamation and emotional distress claims are strong, Isabel,” Ms. Vance said, her voice a measured, reassuring contrast to the storm raging inside Isabel. She tapped the file folder on her desk—the
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 49: Backlash
The air in the De’Luca Enterprises boardroom was thin, cold, and tasted of expensive coffee and quiet panic. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, not with warmth, but with a harsh, interrogative glare, illuminating the tension etched on every face around the massive, polished ebony table. Alessandro sat at its head, his posture rigid, his hands clasped on the cool surface to keep them from betraying the tremor that ran through him. He was the king at the center of a siege, his castle walls shaking. Murmurs rippled around the table, a low, discontented hum from the twelve men and three women who held the fate of his empire in their portfolios. They were sharks who had feasted on decades of prosperity, and now they smelled blood in the water. His blood. Charles Thorne, the board’s chairman and a man whose face was a roadmap of old-money disdain, cleared his throat. The murmuring ceased instantly. “Alessandro,” he began, his voice deceptively calm, a thin vene
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 48: A Message From The Past
A week. Seven days since the paternity test result had seared itself into his soul, rewriting his reality. Seven days of a new kind of silence—no longer just the absence of Isabel, but the deafening roar of his own guilt. The legal machinery against Jenna and the tabloids ground on, a distant, automated hum. The stock price had stabilized, a tentative ceasefire in the financial war. But inside Alessandro’s penthouse, the real battle raged. He stood in his private study, a room of dark wood and leather that smelled of old books and older money. It was his father’s study before him, a place for weighty decisions. Now, it felt like a cage for his regrets. The Genetron Institute report lay on the vast, empty desk, a single sheet of paper that held the power to condemn and redeem. He couldn’t look at it without seeing the phantom of Isabel’s face, the hurt he’d caused. “It’s mine.” The words were a mantra of truth and a lash of self-recrimination. Every lead on her location had
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 47: Bloodlines
Dr. Aris Hollis’ words, delivered hours ago in that same calm, clinical tone, echoed in the cavernous space. “The Wellness Center is a fortress, Alessandro. HIPAA laws are not suggestions. Without a court order or her written consent, accessing her medical records is impossible. I’m sorry.”The refusal had been a door slamming shut. The silence, Isabel’s silence, had become a physical presence, a void threatening to consume him. He had paced for hours, the polished concrete floors cool beneath his bare feet, the ghost of her scent—a faint mix of jasmine and rain—still clinging to the air, a cruel mockery.His gaze swept over the immaculate lounge, the scene of their last confrontation. The couch where she had sat, her posture defiant yet brittle. The spot on the floor where she had stood, delivering her ultimatum. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the deep grey velvet of the sofa. Logic, cold and ruthless, began to override the churning mess of his emotions. Dr. Hollis couldn’t acce
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