All Chapters of A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Johny’s penthouse says a lot about the man himself—cold, sleek, and devoid of unnecessary warmth. The living space was a masterpiece of modern architecture, with walls painted with dull tones. Floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline, but the view felt more like a statement than something to be enjoyed. The air inside carried a crisp sterility, with no personal touches—just expensive furniture, minimalist décor, and a silence that seemed almost important. The study, where Johny spent most of his time, was lined with dark wood and polished steel, the only signs of life being the neatly stacked reports on his woody desk. Even in the bedroom, nothing looks comfy. Just a king-sized bed with black sheets, an untouched armchair in the corner, and a bedside table that held nothing but a clock and a teacup. The entire penthouse felt more like a showroom than a home, as if the man who lived there had no need for anything beyond control and efficiency. The house had i

UNKNOWN POV I was all alone in the back of the club; just so I thought. Until I heard a woman screaming for help. At first I ignored, but then again the voice pulled my heartstrings more as it played in my head repeatedly. I got down from my car to take a look at the damsel in distress. I leaned against my car door leisurely, watching as the man was out of control, he just wanted to get down on her so bad— who still force a woman in this era? “Let go of her” I muttered. My sudden utterance was filled with caution and a heart–piercing–fear from both the lady and the man. Quiteness filled the air, only the sharp–breaking–breath of the damsel could be heard clearly. “What……what if I don't? What will you do?” The man blurted with fear, his tone was shaky; his gut betrayed him. A wide grin slowly curved on my lips, I like to be dared. It's been a while since people boarded my line. “What is your belief on living dead?” I asked the man with a calm yet death stare. The que

Luis jolted awake, his phone’s sharp ringtone woke him up from his restless sleep. He had spent the whole night drinking and thinking of his lost lover; Ariel, about seven bottles of empty beer cans scattered on his small center table. His hand drummed beat, causing him to groan. A glance at the screen revealed Elena. He swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Come to the store. Now,” Elena’s voice was soft yet intimidating, with no room for argument. The line went dead before he could respond. Luis sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. He gave a quick glance at the wall clock; it was past three in the afternoon. Pushing himself off the couch, he strode into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face. As droplets dripped down his chin, he met his own weary gaze in the mirror before grabbing his toothbrush and scrubbing away the lingering taste of the alcohol. Stepping out, he made his way to the kitchen and yanked open th

{Back to the city of Las Vegas}The Lucas Corporation tower stood tall over the Las Vegas skyline, its sleek glass design symbolizing power and prestige. From the top floor, Johny had a clear view of the city—a world he was determined to control.His office was large and elegant, designed to reflect his ambition. Dark mahogany walls held built-in bookshelves, while a black marble desk sat at the center, spotless except for neatly arranged files and a crystal decanter of whiskey. Behind the desk was a luxurious leather chair imported from Italy. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the busy city below. The air carried the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey, adding to the room’s quiet authority.Johny leaned back in his leather chair, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he reviewed the latest financial reports. His plan was falling into place—soon, Ariel would be introduced to the Lucas family, making him secure his position. His father would have no choice but to acknowledge

The Lucas mansion stood tall, painted pure white, a symbol of power and wealth. Its massive structure stretched across acres of perfectly trimmed gardens, exuding an air of untouchable prestige.At the center of the grand courtyard is a large fountain with flowing crystal-clear water, its smooth and steady flow giving a touch of elegance.Two neatly sculpted lion statues guarded the entrance, their fangs bared in silent warning, as if daring anyone to challenge the empire behind them.The mansion's smooth wooden double doors stood firm, framed with gold details that gleamed under the sun. Two tall pillars lined the entrance, adding to the mansion’s captivating picturesqueness.Inside, the scent of polished wood and fresh lilies filled the air. Every corner spoke of luxury, from the high ceilings adorned with dazzling chandeliers to the grand staircase leading to the upper floors. Yet, beneath all its beauty, there was an unshaken tension—a reminder that this was not just a home, but a