All Chapters of One Night with My Brother-in-Law: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jeslyn blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting in the room. A masculine scent—foreign yet strangely familiar—filled her senses. She shifted slightly, attempting to roll away... but her body was pressed against something warm and solid.Her entire body tensed.She opened her eyes fully and was met with a face she knew all too well. Leonel.He was lying beside her, eyes closed, his breathing steady and calm.But the most shocking part? Jeslyn realized her arm was wrapped around his bare waist, and her face was resting dangerously close to his naked, warm, and beating chest.She jolted back instantly, pushing herself upright against the headboard. The thin blanket tumbled onto her lap as her face turned crimson.Oh my God... Since when did he get here? How did he even get in? And why the hell is he sleeping here—with me—in the same bed? her thoughts raced in panic.Jeslyn clutched her head, overwhelmed with confusion. She had meant to end this secret entanglement with Leon

“Sir, we’ve secured Niki and Reno’s wives and children,” Edric reported to Leonel, who was seated in his grand chair.“Good. Did they sign the statements?” Leonel asked.“Yes, Sir.”“Excellent. Add them to the list of people whose lives we must guarantee. Their children, too—they must receive a proper education,” Leonel stated calmly.“Yes, Sir.” Edric nodded.This wasn’t anything new. Leonel always used fear, threatening his captives with harm to their families. In truth, all he required was a signed declaration from the families stating they would not pursue any legal action and would accept whatever happened to their husbands.“Alright, proceed with their execution,” Leonel ordered, his eyes blazing.Edric nodded and spoke into his communicator in a firm voice, “Bring them to the execution chamber.”Leonel rose from his chair and calmly put on his black coat. Each of his steps echoed through the grand, empty room, creating a cold and intimidating atmosphere. Outside, two guards wai

Cold water splashed Jeslyn’s face, but it wasn't enough to calm her racing heart. Her eyes stayed fixed on the mirror, staring at the woman who looked strong on the outside but was silently battling deep wounds and overwhelming guilt."You’re like morphine to me..."Leonel’s words weren’t just a metaphor. To Jeslyn, they were a curse—chains that kept her trapped in a cycle of attraction, fear, and helpless submission.“He’s not just my future brother-in-law…” she whispered, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white. “He’s a poison that makes me want more… and run as far away as I can at the same time.”The bathroom door creaked slightly. Someone entered.Jeslyn quickly straightened up and wiped her face with a tissue. She put her professional mask back on—cold, composed, untouchable.A female employee greeted her politely before heading into one of the toilet stalls.Jeslyn now felt more refreshed, her heartbeat finally steadying. She glanced at her lip

Jeslyn instinctively stepped away from the desk, as if needing to create a safe distance between herself and Jefran. Her heart was racing—not out of guilt, but because of Leonel’s sharp, icy gaze that seemed to pierce through every hidden layer of their secret.“Leonel,” she murmured.Leonel closed the door slowly, then entered with steady, deliberate steps. His gaze moved from Jeslyn to Jefran, and back to Jeslyn.“Do you know what time it is? You should’ve gone home by now, Jeslyn. And you, Jefran—you’re not even supposed to be here. You’re suspended.”Jefran’s jaw clenched, but he remained seated. “I know. But I have to fix the mistake I made.”Leonel raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “By conspiring behind my back with Jeslyn?”Jeslyn exhaled sharply and stepped forward, her voice firm.“We’re not conspiring, Leonel. We’re trying to prevent a disaster. The contract with Valchev—there’s manipulation involved. They trapped Jefran. We’ve found the first pieces of evidence and tomorrow w

Jeslyn had just stepped out of the car when the sound of factory machines and the scent of metal filled the air. The morning was still damp with dew, and the sky hung gray, as if harboring a bad omen. She glanced at her watch—exactly 7:00 a.m.Before she could take another step, the roar of a black car engine halted nearby. From it, Leonel stepped out first, followed by two men: Edric, his impeccably dressed and composed personal assistant, and Mike, a broad-shouldered aide with sharp, alert eyes.Their gazes met briefly—cold and wordless. Jeslyn quickly looked away and lowered her eyes to the marble floor.Without a word, Leonel walked past her and headed straight toward the main factory building. Seeing this, Jeslyn hurried to follow.The head of production greeted them warmly, bowing politely. “Good morning, Mr. Leonel. We’ve prepared the reports and are ready to begin the inspection at any time.”“Take me straight to the production area,” Leonel said curtly, his tone firm as alway