Semua Bab A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Kelvin instinctively raised his tranquilizer gun, his flashlight already clipped to his vest. With the light, he got a small glimpse of it's interior, it was a down stairwell, maybe an underground basement of sort. Kelvin gave himself a moment, then with a slow breath, he gave the order. “Move in.” He said, his tone clean cut final. His team moved in at once, all around him, their steps silent and their eyes sharp and rigid. They were no more words exchanged between them, everyone free full focus to finding out what was inside. They descended slowly down the steep steps, the dim light from their gear bouncing off metallic walls. The air turned thick, warm and acrid, laced with something chemical.The stairs ran for a few more minutes, Kelvin now sure they were underground.Then, they finally reached the bottom.Kelvin stepped out into a vast, low-ceilinged corridor, and his breath caught as he saw it.Rows...They were like endless rows of barrels, stacked three high, marked wi

The black SUV screeched to a halt just outside the gate of the shell company, the tires shrieking against the gravel. Dario flung the door open before the driver could reach for the handle. His coat billowed behind him as he stormed toward the now shattered gates of the company, his eyes narrowed and his jaw locked with fury.The entire perimeter reeked of failure.They were two unconscious guards slumped near the entrance and tranquilizer darts still lodged in their necks. His men were already sweeping the compound and checking for an cracks left by Kelvin, and maybe the slightest hope that they didn't retrieve as much evidence as they feared. But for Dario, he didn’t need confirmation or hope.He felt it in his bones, they’d seen it.The barrels, the hidden refinery and the entire operation that was supposed to be invisible.His empire’s future now stood exposed like an open wound.“Talk to me,” he snapped at the closest man, one of his lieutenants panting from the chase.“Sir, t

The hallway smelled faintly of bleach and fried oil as Luis stepped off the elevator of his hotel and headed toward his room with effortless strides.He reached into his pocket for the key card, his mind still fogged with the weight of the day, it was yet another normal day of work. He did everything he was supposed to at the right time and he didn't draw any suspicion, but still the crazy thought of Ariel clawed at his sanity.He knew the steps to get to her required patience, but everyday that went by felt like another time wasted. He took in a low deep breath and slid the key into the door.The door clicked open. His chest tightened for a second immediately the door creaked open.Something felt off. He stepped in, very cautious, his eyes scanning the room. Everything looked... normal, maybe too normal.The bed was still made like he did it before he left for work, the curtains drawn halfway like he left them.Nothing was shattered or broken, nothing obviously missing—until he r

Ariel stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her own reflection like it might give her the answers she couldn’t find anywhere else. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, dark shadows showed beneath them, as a sign of fatigue. She'd deprived herself of sleep for a few days now. She couldn't sleep, not until she knew Max was safe. Midnight was drawing near, and so was the time for the meeting.On the bedside table, the card lay there untouched since the call she made yesterday to that man. The man's voice still echoed in her head, there was a certain cold demina about it that Ariel couldn't quite place. He said his part, and so did the other lady, and so she had made her decision as well. She was going to trade everything she had.. .Lucas Enterprise. She had to tear it down in exchange for Max.The words were simple, but the cost and the guilt wasn’t.Ariel turned away from the mirror, grabbing a hoodie from the chair and slipping it over her shoulders. She moved mec

The hotel room was quiet, but Elena’s mind was far from it.She sat by the window, legs tucked to her chest, watching the blurred city lights pulse in the distance. The night whispered through the glass, but all she could hear were ghosts, as the memories clawed their way back to her.All the painful Vegas memories of a decade ago.They were young then—reckless and untamed—but gods in their own little world.Alexander had been the cold and quiet type, but the kind of love he gave wrapped around a person slow and warm—like morning sun through an open window. He didn’t need to say much, but the way he looked at her… that had always been enough.They used to meet behind the tall hedges of his father’s estate, under a broken garden lamp. Together, they’d eat lunch, grab takeout for lazy picnics, and sometimes whisper wild plans of running away, building something of their own. To her, Alexander would confess things he never told anyone. He said she made him human.And Elena believed him.