All Chapters of A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The cell door slammed shut behind Luis, the metallic clang echoing loudly in his ears.Luis didn't flinch inspite this, he was too angry at himself to notice. He stood there, his jaw tight, the ache in his ribs pulsing from the fight.He wasn't the one in the wrong, all he wanted to do was to return the woman's phone, but in the eyes of the law, two men brawling in an alley was just another crime in Vegas.Vegas was an headache! The cell smelled of sweat, old cloth, most likely from the scent of previous inmates.Two other men were inside the cell with him. They were silent and minding their own business. Luis didn’t speak to them either, he knew well enough how unpredictable and brutal they can be. He sat on the cold metal bench, back against the wall, and stared at the floor.All night, all he could do was to play the fight over in his head. The face of the thief that stole his wallet on his first day here in Vegas. If it was another guy, he might not be chased after him. He wasn

Ariel stood in front of the mirror, her reflection a ghost of the woman she used to be. She had dark circles clung beneath her eyes, her features pale and drawn, every inch of her face etched with the weight of worry and sleepless nights she's been having.Max was still missing. Days had passed, and though Alexander offered words meant to comfort, and Johnny claimed to be handling it, she still didn't feel any closer to finding her son.Her fingers twitched as she slipped on a light coat.She needed to breathe for a second, get away from the suffocating walls of the penthouse before she unraveled completely.She stepped out into the hallway, her footsteps quiet against the polished marble floor. She moved to the living room, ready to confront Johnny. Johnny sat in the living room, lounging with a whiskey glass in hand, a tablet glowing dimly in his lap. He looked up when he saw her, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, his eyes expressionless.“I need to go out,” Ariel said calmly, thoug

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, dusty hue across the city as Luis stepped out of the Lucas Enterprises building. The day had been long, uneventful on the surface, but his mind churned beneath the quiet. He still couldn't stop thinking about his stalker. He hated the most that it was serving as a distraction from his main task, to reach out Ariel.Soon, another day of work was over. He signed out and stepped out from the building. He moved quietly and precisely despite the chaos underneath, toward the familiar taxi rank across from the bakery. The breeze was soft, the air humming with traffic and distant voices around him. Then he saw it, a brown envelope that caught him off guard.It was sitting squarely on the backseat of the first taxi in line. It had no label, no markings.It was just.. there, almost like it had been waiting for him.The driver glanced back lazily. “You getting in?”Luis hesitated, then slid inside the cab, his eyes never leaving the envelope. Hi

The night air was sharp and dry, the scent of oil and metal thick in Kelvin’s nostrils as they crouched near the perimeter of the compound.Even as close up as they were, "estate development" shell company still looked ordinary like any other construction site would.But Kelvin knew better, as long as Dario was behind it, then it had to be more than just that.He pressed a hand to his earpiece. “All teams in position?”“North flank ready,” came one voice.“South clear,” another one answered too.“Sharp.” Kelvin nodded as he lifted himself up a bit to raw a peep. He immediately scanned the yard with his sharp eyes. They were two guards at the front, one near the floodlight tower, and then another one pacing the main entrance gate. They were all lightly armed, dressed like normal contractors. But the sharpness in their eyes and practiced movement told otherwise. They were well trained soldiers Kelvin signaled with a closed fist, then three fingers up.That meant three seconds.Then

The evening lights of Las Vegas flickered radiantly through the tall glass windows of Johnny Lucas’s penthouse. The city was alive, beating with a pulse that matched the tension winding inside his chest. He stood by the fireplace, his arms folded, his focus darted. Across the room, Anthony—his most trusted enforcer—sat hunched over a laptop on the glass desk, scanning pages of property data.“We need to find him,” Johnny said, his voice low and thick with frustration. “He didn’t just vanish into thin air. Dario’s out there and his holding my wife's son as leverage like some twisted trophy.”Anthony grunted in agreement but didn’t look up. “We’re running the search very carefully and thoroughly sir.We're even cross checking all the recent high-end property purchases, especially penthouses bought through third-party names, offshore accounts, or anything that smells even a little bit off. If see it, we’ll flag it.”Johnny’s fingers twitched together, his chest still drumming with f