Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Johny jaws spiked, his fingers twitched beside her. But he reminded composed. He suppressed the urge to intergect, because if he did, then his action will be flagged suspicious. Alexander's gaze sharpened, his attention now fully drawn to Ariel, he had been captivated by her ability to navigate the conversation so far, covering her husband’s foul play with a rather… unique intellect. But would she manage to twist this soul gripping questions in her favor? He leaned back slightly, waiting for her. Ariel quickly set her glass down, her fingers gripping the stem tightly as she tried to compose herself. A faint flush clawed up her neck, though whether from embarrassment or the weight of the question, she wasn’t sure. The room still remained silent. A slow smirk tugged at Alexander’s lips. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with silent amusement, while Aunty Vivian’s lips twitched in satisfaction. Damian, who had been chewing gum the whole time, paused, his face lit up in excitement to the sud

Johny's smirk deepened as he took a seat across from Alexander, one leg casually crossed over the other. He slid his hand inside his pocket and dropped the bullet onto the table, the small metallic changed, its sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence. His fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. "I hope now you’ll back off from my woman." His tone was light, almost casual, but the underlying warning was sharp. "Anyway, thanks for the rescue. I appreciate it, but…" He paused, his smirk widening as if something amusing had just crossed his mind."Tell me," he mused, tilting his head, "were you just being generous, or…" His voice dripped with mockery as he let the question linger. Then, as if dismissing the absurdity of his own thoughts, he waved a hand. "No, no. It can’t be. I mean, why would the most eligible bachelor in the whole city of Las Vegas be infatuated with his stepbrother’s wife?" A thick chuckle rumbled from his mouth, thick with arrogance.Alexander didn’

The Lucas estate was silent; nature had claimed everyone. But hidden deep within the mansion’s corridors, away from prying eyes, was Amanda’s private lounge.It was an exclusive intimate space, furnished in rich velvet and deep wood. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow, reflecting off the dark liquor bottles in the corner bar. Heavy drapes framed the tall windows, allowing just enough moonlight to intrude in. The faint scent of jasmine and aged whiskey lingered in the air, mingling with something more elusive—the quiet hum of heavy intimacy clung in the air. Here, Amanda was, in a nightgown that was tied perfectly around her body, not revealing much yet intimating. And in the room was also seated, Dr. Richard. Richard leaned back in his chair, whiskey in hand, watching as Amanda poured herself a glass of wine. She moved with effortless grace, her silk nightgown draping over her figure, concealed beneath a luxurious robe.She was flawless, even in her most private moments.

Johny remained calm in his seat, though his patience hung by a fragile thread. He inhaled slowly, forcing his fury to settle in his chest like a smoldering fire.“Ariel… I need you to calm down.”Her head snapped up, disbelief flashing in her eyes. Her pulse pounded against her throat. “You need me to calm down? Did you even hear yourself?”Johny’s grip tightened around the armrest, his knuckles turned white. His voice dipped lower, dangerously controlled. “Ariel… do you loathe me that much?”The question settled between them, making the air thick and suffocating.Silence rained in the room. “Ariel, answer me.” His tone sharpened and demanding.She swallowed hard, the dryness in her throat scraping like sandpaper. “I don’t hate you, but sleeping in your room was never part of our agreement. Do you realize you’re breaching the contract?”“I know… but things have changed.” His voice was deceptively soft, yet his gaze burned with intent. “We need to act like a real couple now. Like we’r

Alex sat in his worn, everyday chair, surrounded by the familiar comforts of his office.His desk, typically cluttered, was tidy and organized, with documents neatly stacked and aligned, giving the impression that it had been touched for days.A lone ashtray on the edge of the desk held a smoldering cigarette, its thin stream of smoke curling lazily into the air. And a cup of whiskey was sitting right beside the ashtray.His eyes were closed, fingers steepled, head bent subtly as if whispering a silent prayer.He wasn't sleeping—or perhaps he couldn't.Memories of Ariel flooded his mind, taking over his sanity in a very drastic way that he couldn't figure out.It was so unfortunate that he had searched for her all over the world, and when he finally found her, she was tied to her brother.The most painful part was she couldn't recognize him.A low growl rumbled in Alex's throat. “Asshole,” he murmured, his jaw clenched at the thought of Ariel sharing a room with Johnny.His nerves spi