Semua Bab DANGEROUSLY YOURS: INTO THE ARMS OF MY STEP_BROTHER: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Christopher Gravemoor:The lounge was dimly lit, a haze of cigar smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. It was one of those exclusive spots where money bought privacy, and silence was the currency everyone respected. The kind of place where whispers carried more weight than shouts.I pushed open the door, Collins and Mikhail accompanied me, stopping outside as I stepped in. Matthew was already there, leaning against a leather armchair with two glasses of whiskey on the table. Across from him, Elias sat with his legs stretched out like he owned the place, his dark eyes gleaming with the smugness I remembered too well."Chris," Matthew greeted, forcing a smile. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show."I didn't bother to answer. My gaze locked on Elias. Years had passed, yet the bastard hadn't changed much-still too composed, still hiding something behind that smirk of his.I moved to the chair opposite him and sat, posture straight, controlled. "You asked for this meeting. So tal

Isabella Leonardo;The sunlight glazed in weakly through the curtains when my phone buzzed against the nightstand. My eyes blinked open groggily, my hand fumbling for it. Christopher's side of the bed was empty-cold, as if he'd been gone for hours already.What was I expecting?I unlocked my phone, expecting a message from Naomi or the bar. Instead, what I saw made my blood run cold.Unknown Number: We need to meet. It's about Amara. life and death. Do not breathe a word to anyone-not even the mafia king.My breath caught. My thumb hovered over the screen, unsure whether to reply. Life and death. The words seared into me. Whoever it was knew Amara's father is the mafia king and still went ahead to send such a dark message.I stared at the door, half-expecting Chris to walk back in, but the house was silent. He hadn't said a word before leaving, not even after... last night.Swallowing hard, I forced myself up, pushing the message deep into the back of my mind. I had to act normal.I w

Christopher :The next morning, I buried myself in work. The office was quiet, the steady scratching of my pen against paper the only sound as I signed document after document. I needed the distraction-something to keep my mind from replaying Isabella's voice over and over again."It was a matter of life and death and I couldn't risk Amara's life "A knock came at the door. Collins stepped inside, his face grave."Boss," he said carefully, "we've got a situation outside the gates."I set the pen down and leaned back in my chair. "What kind of situation?"He hesitated. "It's Ruby. She's outside causing... a scene."My eyes narrowed. "Ruby?"Damned bitch!Collins nodded once. "Yes, sir. She's making noise, claiming she only wants to see her child. Paparazzi have already gathered. It's turning into a spectacle. You need to see this yourself boss" He said again. I exhaled slowly, the fury already boiling under my skin. "Let's go."We walked out of the building together, Even before we

Isabella Leonardo:The sunlight filtered through the curtains when my phone buzzed against the nightstand. I reached for it lazily, expecting some news headline or a spam message, but the name flashing across the screen jolted me fully awake.Naomi.I hesitated before answering, feeling guilty for not always reaching out. Still, I pressed the green button and brought the phone to my ear."Hello?" I said."Isabella!" Naomi's cheerful tone rang through, almost too bright for morning. "Finally, you pick up my call. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."I sat up in bed, rubbing my temple. "I've just been... busy. A lot has been going on.""Well, lucky for you, I'm here to take some of that stress off." Naomi chuckled lightly. "How about coffee this morning? Starbucks. My treat."I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone. Coffee at Starbucks. That sounded innocent enough, but nothing was ever innocent in my world anymore. "I don't think that's a good idea," I said slowly.H

Leonardo:I woke before the sun was fully up, the mansion still cloaked in silence. Chris was fast asleep beside me, his face finally relaxed without that constant edge of control and calculation. For a moment, I lingered, watching him, my chest tightening. He looked so peaceful like this-so different from the man everyone feared.I whispered softly, "You'd never forgive me if you knew," and carefully slipped out of bed.I dressed quickly, slipping into jeans and a sweater, quiet as a shadow. Before leaving, I gave him one last glance. His hand twitched slightly in his sleep, and for a fleeting second, I almost changed my mind. Almost.But then I closed the door behind me.Downstairs, the guards were already stationed. One of them raised a brow as I approached."Miss Isabella," he greeted cautiously, "you're heading out?""Yes." I forced a small smile. "I'm just meeting a friend at Starbucks. Nothing dangerous."The other guard frowned. "We'll need clearance from the Boss."I exhaled.