All Chapters of The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Letty’s POVI told myself I was strong, that I understood this world now and I chose this life with open eyes.But strength feels different when your child is sleeping in a house that isn’t his own, with guards outside the door and windows that don’t open all the way.The safe house was beautiful and too classy.Everything inside it was perfect. There were clean walls, soft carpets, large paintings that meant nothing to me and fresh flowers replaced every morning. There were also security cameras hidden in corners and doors that locked with codes instead of keys.It felt less like a home and more like a promise that danger was close.Andre did not understand why we couldn’t go back home.“Is this a vacation?” he asked me the first night while jumping on the bed like it was a game.I forced a smile.“Something like that.”“Where’s Uncle Mason?” He asked. Over the days, Andre has become oddly close to Mason. It may be because of the bond they share afterall, Mason was his Father but he

I had almost forgotten how naughty Letty could be when she wanted to. Her hands worked the buttons of my shirt open, exposing my chest, and she left kisses down my neck and over my collarbone, sucking lightly at the skin until I groaned.I slid one hand between us, my fingers slipping under her panties to find her wet folds. She was already slick, hot, and I circled her clit slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut.I wanted to give her the best day of her life."Mason..." Her breath hitched as I dipped a finger inside her, then two, pumping in a lazy rhythm that matched the rise and fall of her chest. She clenched around me, her hips moving to chase the pressure, but I kept it teasing with shallow thrusts and my thumb brushing her clit just enough to make her whimper.I flipped us then, careful and unhurried, settling between her legs. Letty helped me strip off her dress, then her bra, until she was bare beneath me, her nipples hard peaks begging for attention. I took one in my mout

I had kept it hidden even from Gabriel because once it is used, there is no return.My phone buzzed again.It was a message with one line.“We need to talk.” It was MasonI froze. He never messages directly.Never.I stared at the words as Gabriel knocked softly and entered.“He reached out?” he asked.“Yes.”“That’s not good.”Or maybe it was.I typed back.“When?”The reply came immediately.“Tomorrow. Alone.”Gabriel’s voice was tense.“You can’t trust that.”“I don’t,” I said. “But I will go.”“Why?”“Because if he’s asking for a meeting, it means he’s ready to reveal something.”“And what if it’s a trap?”I looked at the file again. “Then I’ll walk into it prepared.”Gabriel watched me closely. “You’re enjoying this.”“No,” I said honestly. “I’m afraid.”He looked surprised. “I thought you said you don’t feel fear.”“I don’t.”“Then what is it?”I closed the file slowly. “It’s anticipation.”The next morning came too fast. I dressed carefully with no weakness and no hesitation.G

Rosa’s POVBetrayal does not scream, It whispers and it hides in the small pauses, in the delayed answers and in the eyes that do not hold yours long enough.I did not realize it at first because I did not want to.Gabriel had always been steady, controlled, useful and loyal at least to the structure we built.But loyalty built on duty is not the same as loyalty built on love and I should have known the difference.The first sign was small, an account I never mentioned publicly was frozen, not touched but frozen.Only three people knew it existed and they were Me, Gabriel and the accountant who has been with my family for twenty years.The accountant would never betray us.Which left one name but I refused to say it.Not yet.I called Gabriel that night.“Where are you?” I asked.“Out,” he said.“With who?”“Does it matter?”His tone was calm. Too calm.“It matters when things start collapsing,” I said.“What collapsed?” he asked.“You know exactly what.”There was a brief silence, ju

Mason stood up. “You still return to work.”I blinked. “What?”“You show no fear, no retreat.”“And the audit?” I asked “I’ll handle it.”“That’s exactly what they want,” I said sharply. “For this to become a power war.”“It already is,” he replied calmly.I closed my eyes.Andre.They looked at Andre’s records, that meant they were watching.“I’m going back,” I said finally.“When?”“Tomorrow.”He nodded once. “I’ll have security arranged.”“No visible guards.” I replied “Letty.”“No visible guards,” I repeated. “I won’t walk into my office like a threatened wife.”His eyes flashed slightly at the word wife but he didn’t argue.“Fine,” he said. “Invisible, then.”I nodded.Later that afternoon, I sat in Andre’s room while he played with his toy cars.He looked up at me.“Mommy, why are you sad?”I smiled softly. “I’m not sad.”“You look like when you think too much.” Children see everything.I pulled him into my arms. “I’m going back to work tomorrow.”“Work work?”“Yes.”“Will you