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Chapter 58: Home Isn’t A Place
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A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 58: Home Isn’t A Place
The drive from her father’s construction site to the heart of the city was a journey between worlds, a transition from the gritty, honest smell of sawdust to the sterile, filtered air of undeniable wealth. Isabel kept her eyes on the road, but her awareness was hyper-focused on the sleek, dark sedan in her rearview mirror. Alessandro followed, a silent, patient shadow. He didn’t try to pull alongside her or signal for her to pull over. He simply followed, honoring the space she had carved out for herself at the cemetery and with her father, a space he had witnessed but not intruded upon.He had seen her raw reconciliation, her tears in the dust, and he had given it the respect of distance. That, more than any grand speech, was what finally stilled the last fluttering panic in her chest.When they reached his building—the same imposing tower that had been the backdrop to so much of their pain—he pulled ahead, speaking briefly to the security attendant at the underground entrance. The
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 57: Rebuilding
The message about her father was a stone dropped into the still, clear waters of her newfound peace, sending ripples of anxiety through the calm. “It’s about your father.” The words were ominously vague. Was he hurt? In trouble? The sender was a number she didn’t recognize, a voice from the life she’d deliberately left behind.All the old instincts—to run, to hide, to protect the fragile new life inside her from any more of her family’s chaos—flared instantly. But the woman who had knelt at her mother’s grave, who had claimed her own strength, knew that running was no longer an option. Her past, with all its broken pieces, needed to be faced. To be whole, she had to mend what could be mended.With a trembling finger, she called the number back. A man’s voice, rough and weathered, answered. “Yeah?”“This is Isabel Buster. You texted me about my father.”“Isabel. Joe Henderson. I own the construction crew your dad’s working for down at the old Miller place.” There was a pause, the soun
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 56: Ties That Burn
The world did not end after the press conference. The sky did not fall. Instead, a strange, fragile quiet descended. The roaring storm of flashbulbs and shouted questions faded into a distant hum, replaced by the overwhelming, deafening noise of her own thoughts. They had won. The truth was out. Alessandro had scorched his own earth, publicly immolating his reputation and his corporate power to resurrect hers. He had given her the one thing she had fought for: her name, clean and clear before the world.And yet, standing in the silent, sterile penthouse he’d insisted she use for her safety, Isabel felt untethered. The battle was over, but she had no home to return to. The future was a blank, terrifying page. The emerald green dress, once a suit of armor, now felt like a costume. She needed to shed it. She needed to find solid ground.An old, deep-seated instinct pulled her. It was a pull towards a place untouched by De Lucas or scandals, a place that predated Alessandro’s stormy ey
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 55: A Name Worth Fighting For
The air inside the private antechamber of the De Luca Enterprises headquarters was thick enough to choke on. It was a silence woven from tension, grief, and the grim resolve that follows a death—in this case, the death of a family. Through the heavy doors, the muffled roar of the gathered press corps was a distant storm, waiting to be unleashed. Alessandro stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting the knot of his tie. The suit was immaculate, charcoal grey and razor-sharp, armor for the battle ahead. But the man reflected back at him was unfamiliar. The cold, arrogant CEO was gone. In his place was someone older, wearier, his eyes shadowed by the horrific betrayal of his own mother and the weight of the apologies he could never fully give. But in those same eyes, there was a new, unshakeable clarity. Isabel stood by the window, her back to the room, watching the media swarm on the street below. She wore a simple, elegant dress of deep emerald green, a color of strength and re
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 54: Rotten Roots
The silence in the wake of the investigator’s words was more deafening than any scream. She wasn’t working alone. The phrase echoed in the plush interior of the sedan, a seed of dread taking root and unfurling icy tendrils. They had been so focused on the viper, they’d never thought to look for the charmer. Alessandro’s face was a grim mask, the earlier vindication replaced by a cold, calculating fury. He was already ahead, his mind racing through possibilities, enemies, rivals. “A competitor,” he muttered, staring unseeing at the tablet screen now gone dark. “A hostile board member. Someone with deep pockets and a grudge.” Isabel sat beside him, the world outside the car window blurring into a smear of color. But her mind wasn’t racing through corporate enemies. It was snagging on a different, more intimate detail. A memory, sharp and cold. Vivian De Luca, at the charity luncheon, her gloved hand resting on Jenna’s arm. A look passing between them that Isabel had dismissed as mere
A Night With My Stepbrother Chapter 53: Enemies Unmasked
The sleek, modern lines of Jenna Miles’s apartment, once a testament to curated perfection, now felt like a crime scene waiting to be discovered. From the back seat of a discreet black sedan parked half a block down, Alessandro and Isabel watched. The early morning sun glinted off the building’s windows, hiding the tension thrumming inside the vehicle. Isabel sat stiffly beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze fixed on the building’s entrance. She wore a simple trench coat, a shield against the world and the lingering chill of the morning. The resolve that had solidified on the beach was still there, a steel core beneath the anxiety, but her face was pale. This was the reckoning, and it was uglier than any fantasy of revenge. Alessandro’s own posture was deceptively relaxed, but his jaw was clenched tight enough to ache. On his lap was a slim, encrypted tablet. On its screen was a live feed, courtesy of a bodycam worn by the lead investigator he’d handpicked for this—a gri
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