Todos los capítulos de A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The light from the overhead bulbs casted a sharp gleam across the glossy table, but Alexander’s eyes were on the folder in front of him—the one Kelvin had handed him the moment he walked in.These were raw photos, dozens of them. The were crystal clear shots taken during the raid at Dario’s shell company. Some were pictures of oil barrels stamped with fraudulent branding, a few were pictures of the general landscape of the underground basement. Alexander flipped through them slowly, one finger trailing along the edge of a damning image: a signature scrawled on a supply manifest. Dario’s.“So all this time, turns out he wasn't just phiding Max,” Alexander said finally, voice low and deliberate. “He was building an empire. Illegally, ready to finally take me off the map for good.”Kelvin, standing across from him, nodded grimly. “Yeah. But he's still a little sloppy. That underground ground leading to the basement wasn’t even properly encrypted. It’s like he wanted to be found. Or did

Johnny Lucas stood in the center of his office, the flat-screen on the wall casting a cold blue hue across the room. The news casters voice was calm, but the headline blazed like a bullet:"Alpha Corp CEO Alexander Lucas Under Fire for Allegedly Faking Employee’s Death."He didn’t blink, he didn’t move since the moment he saw it.For more than five minutes, he just watched, arms folded over his chest, a slow storm brewing behind his eyes.Then, finally, he exhaled a short breath. Relief? No. Satisfaction? Maybe.Lucas Enterprises had taken a hit from this due to family ties, nothing too damaging, but noticeable. From stock dips to minor investor tremors. The media had dragged their name into it too, just enough to smear some guilt by association.It annoyed him.But as he watched Alexander’s face flash across the screen, followed by shaky footage of Dario, who reporters claimed, Alexander faked his death, Johnny felt a cruel, slow satisfaction climb up his chest."About damn time," h

The Lucas estate came into sight as Johnny's car drove I to the main house yard. The estate stood like a memory carved into stone—grand, regal, untouched by time. Johnny stepped out of the sleek black Audi, his shoes crunching softly against the gravel driveway. The mansion loomed ahead, draped in its usual elegance. Despite everything that was happening around Johnny right now, from the chaos, the missing child, the ongoing scandal with Alexander, this place had always been a strange kind of sanctuary.His sanctuary.He pushed open the towering front doors without knocking, and stepped in with measures steps.The scent of jasmine floated through the cool air of the room.He took a moment, letting the fresh scent tingle in his nose, then he continued through the house.He found Amanda in the dining room all by herself. She was elegant as ever dressed in a silk cream blouse and pearls that shimmered beneath the chandelier. “My boy,” she purred, eyes lighting up as he stepped in.“

The hotel room felt colder than before, though the air conditioning hadn't changed. Elena stood frozen in the center of the suite, her arms wrapped tightly across her chest and her fingers digging into her sleeves. She had been at her hotel for a few hours now, but she could only still hear the echos of Liam’s voice in her head. “Get off my porch before I call the cops.”Not even a chance to speak. He didn't bother to ask questions, or show a little curiosity or at the very least sympathy for his missing child. It was just a stone-faced rejection and a slammed door right in her face.She exhaled sharply, pacing in tight circles across the plush carpet. It was the worst-case scenario—and somehow, it had played out exactly as she feared.Her jaw clenched.She had needed him to corporate so badly she really needed his story, his perspective, his anger, not because she cared, but because his truth was the missing bullet in the chamber she was ready to fire at Johnny.Johnny had a patt

The hour was late, and most of the city had gone to sleep, but Johnny hadn’t, he couldn't infact.He stood in his study, his jaw clenched, one hand resting on the edge of the desk as his security team gave him the same answer for the fifth time.“No, sir. We haven’t been able to track her since she stepped in Alpha Corp earlier in the day.”He ended the call without a word, the phone hitting the desk with a sharp thud. His eyes burned with deep frustration. He could feel a sick twist of intuition recoiling in his chest. Ariel was gone… again.She had slipped through the penthouse, just like before, and now her phone was off, no camera feed had her in sight, and no one knew where the hell she was.He should’ve never let her out of his sight, not even for a spilt second. Who knows where she coud be right now, or what she was doing?He yanked his coat off the hook, shoving his arms into the sleeves with a practiced fury. His keys jingled as he stormed out of the penthouse, nearly knoc