All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Stepson : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Camilla My heart pounded as Lucas whispered, "It's time for the plan." I twisted in his grip, confused and angry. I looked up at him, trying to read his cold eyes. What was going on between him and my brother? The hallway felt thick with secrets, and it made my skin crawl. I turned back to Leo. He stood frozen, his jaw tight. His usual confidence was gone. Now he looked scared, like he wanted to hide something dark. He couldn't hide the panic in his eyes as they darted between me and Lucas. "Leo," I said, my voice shaking. "What is Lucas talking about? What happened eight years ago? Tell me." Leo said nothing. His lips pressed together. He looked at the floor, then back at Lucas with pure hate. Just silence. Guilty silence. Lucas loosened his arm, but his fingers brushed my hip. Too close. Too careful. "Go, Camilla," he said softly. "Or the plan ends now. Elena and Sophia stay trapped. Your choice." His words hit me hard. I knew the plan, our only chance to free my sisters. Wha

Camilla My fingers trembled as I smoothed the final layer of bandage around Lucas’s ribs. The room felt too small, the air too thick. Every breath brought the metallic tang of his blood and the warm, masculine scent of his skin. I knew I should pull back. I was on my knees beside the couch, dress still stained from the alley, tending to my husband’s son like some guilty secret I couldn’t stop touching.But Lucas caught my wrist. His grip was firm, warm, and far too knowing. Slowly and deliberately, he dragged my palm lower, sliding it down the hard planes of his abdomen. My breath hitched. I tried to resist, muscles tense, but my body betrayed me. I leaned closer, unable to stop myself, drawn by the heat rolling off him and the dark hunger in his eyes.“Lucas…” The word came out shaky like a half plea, half prayer.“Shh.” His voice was velvet and smoke. He guided my hand even lower, until my fingertips brushed the edge of his waistband. “Feel that? How fast your heart is racing for

Camilla By the time morning came, I had barely slept. I had spent most of the night, turning in my bed unable to think of anything apart from Lucas.Vittorio had woken up at dawn, pressing a kiss to my forehead before heading off to deal with whatever business awaited him. I didn't intend to see Lucas, so when Martha had come with a letter from Elena about Cassio's memorial I had been so glad for an excuse to leave the house. I grabbed the gift I had prepared for her and told Elijah to drive me to her house.The memorial was already underway when I arrived. Elena stood at the center of the room, draped in black silk, her face covered by a heavy veil. To the outside world, she was a grieving widow, weeping for her lost husband. To me, she was a woman who had finally been set free.I made my way through the crowd, offering murmured condolences to the assembled guests. I was sure that most of the people here were not actually grieving Cassio. I heard the words if some women gathered in

Camilla My hands trembled as I stared at the note, the words blurring and sharpening in turns. I know what happened 8 years ago. The black rose in my other hand felt heavier than it should have, its petals soft and velvety against my fingertips. Someone had been in my room. Someone had been in my room while I was at that miserable memorial, while Vittorio was God knows where, while the house sat empty except for Ria and whoever had slipped past her. I turned the note over, searching for any other clue. The paper was expensive, cream-colored with a subtle watermark I couldn't quite make out in the dim light. No signature. No identifying marks. Just those eight words that threatened to unravel everything. My first instinct was to run straight to Vittorio's room and demand answers. To pound on his door until he opened it and explained what the hell was going on. But I stopped myself, my hand hovering over the doorknob. He had just told me to stay away. He had moved my things back t