Semua Bab A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The clock on the wall revealed noon, but time had lost meaning long ago. He sat behind the desk in his sparse office, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the wood. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the room, but all he could feel was the weight of waiting.No word from Alexander. No sign of movement toward Spain. Dario’s jaw clenched. Every second that passed was a risk—another moment exposed, another chance the noose tightened.He couldn't bear to wait around like a fool any longer. The silence shattered when the door creaked open and his trusted man slipped inside, eyes darting nervously before settling on Dario.“Boss,” the man whispered, voice low but urgent. “One of our assets assigned to sniff around the cops just checked in…” He started. “What did he say?” Darios asked not baiting him an eye. “He says your name’s been showing up more and more in police chatter these last few hours.”Dario’s eyes narrowed. “Meaning?”“They’re look

The office was silent safe for the soft ticking of the antique clock behind him. The blinds were half-drawn, slicing the room with slivers of warm afternoon light, but Alexander’s gaze was cold, fixed on a few documents scattered across the table. “This isn’t just defamation anymore,” Philip said calmly from across the table, fingers steepled, voice even. He was Alexander’s best legal mind for a reason. He knew his way around tough situations, just what Alexander needed right now. “My team has met with Ms. Delgado’s. She's presenting her copies of the photo as evidence of intimidation and coercion. The photos alone don’t carry weight, but she’s claiming to have a witness.” “A witness?” Alexander’s voice was low, laced with quiet danger. “She kept whoever it is anonymous, for now,” Philip replied. “But she’s agreed to another conversation. A private meeting with you. My suggestion is we do it soon—before she gets bold enough to go to the press or escalate with the

Kevin's cab came to a stop just outside Anya’s apartment. He passed the driver some cash and slipped out of the car. He didn’t want to come.Every instinct told him to disappear quietly, to board the next flight back to Vegas and deal with everything from the safety of distance. But the guilt clung like smoke, and some part of him at least owed her this. The knock on her apartment door was tentative, almost reluctant.When it swung open and Anya stood there, her hair was unkept and a mess to be fair, she had dark circles under her eyes, Kelvin immediately knew this wouldn’t go well.“Hello Anya.” Kelvin started, his voice shaky. Her brows pinched. “What do you want?”“I just—can I come in for a second?”“Why?” Her voice cracked. “You have five seconds to tell me what you want before I slam this door in your face.”He swallowed. “I’m leaving the country.”The door didn’t slam, but her expression shattered.“You’re what?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “I need to go to Ve

The day rolled on like any other would have, at least on the surface.Luis manned his usual post in the front corridor of the East Wing nodding at suits as they came in and out, his eyes scanning the screens behind the reception desk.He kept his face stern and unreadable, but inside, his nerves were coiled and his mind ticking off every passing hour like a timing-bomb.He needed time.Having checked the routines already, he knew Miguel wouldn’t be on shift in the surveillance control room until after lunch, so that meant after lunch was his window. Luis knew better than to act early, patience was the key that had kept him alive all these years, and today wouldn’t be any different.So, till then, he had to play his part, and play it well. Soon, the lunch bell hit, and staff flooded the cafeteria at once. Luis didn’t eat, he couldn't really, not with what was on the line. Instead, he wandered past the breakroom, pretending to scroll on his phone.Through the window, he spotted Migue

The tires screeched slightly as Alexander pulled out into traffic, weaving through the late-afternoon rush like a man possessed. He kept his jaw tight, and his eyes locked forward with the kind of focus that made his hands grip the wheel tighter than necessary.The streets of Vegas blurred past him— the glittering signs, some tourists, neon haze—and none of them caught his eyes. All he could care about right now, was that motel room. Room 17. Silver Pine Inn.He knew the type of place. It had no cameras, and that meant no safety.Damn her. He curses inside. She’d put herself in the worst position possible, thinking she could outrun what they were all tangled in. And yet… part of him understood. The world she ran from had nearly destroyed her. He, Johnny, had nearly destroyed her. He handled everything so bad, else she won't be running away. He slammed his palm once against the steering wheel as if trying to release the fury trapped in his chest.The car’s navigation spoke up—“In