All Chapters of The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mason’s POVI had barely left the Valen estate when my phone rang again. This time, it was not an unknown number.It was the hospital.My chest tightened immediately.“Mr. Wells?” a female voice asked.“Yes.”“We have a Gabriel Mercer here and your contact was listed as emergency.”I was calm but my grip on the phone hardened.“What happened?” I asked calmly “He was dropped by the roadside about thirty minutes ago with severe bruising and possibly fractured ribs. He regained consciousness briefly and mentioned your name.”“Dropped. By the roadside.Like trash.” I thought to myself.“Is he alive?” I asked flatly.“Yes, he is stable but he’s asking for you.”“I’m on my way.” The call ended.I stared ahead as the car sped forward. Alaric had said nothing when I mentioned Gabriel's disappearance .And now he reappeared but broken.That was not a coincidence.That was a message. I dialed my head of security.“Clear the hospital wing,” I said immediately. “Discreetly.”“Yes, sir.” They rep

She arched into my touch, a soft sigh escaping her as I unclasped her bra with careful fingers. Her breasts freed, I cupped them with my thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, eliciting a quiet gasp from her.Letty rocked against me slowly, the friction building a gentle heat between us. I unzipped her jeans, my hand sliding inside to find her already wet, her pussy slick and welcoming. She moaned softly as I stroked her folds, fingers dipping in with a tender rhythm that matched the beat of our hearts."Yes," she breathed, her hand working my pants open and freeing my cock. It throbbed in her grasp, hard and ready, but she took her time, stroking me with a firm, loving grip that made my breath hitch.We moved as one with her guiding me inside her with a slow descent. She enveloped me completely, her walls tight and warm around my length. We paused there with our foreheads touching and eyes locked in a moment of pure connection.Then, with heartfelt deliberation, she began

Gabriel’s POVThe first thing I remember was the smell of strong antiseptic and clean sheets. There was something sharp in the air that burned my nose.Then comes the pain.It did not rush in at once. It came slowly, like a wave that was testing the shore before crashing down.My ribs felt tight, my jaw ached and my head felt heavy, like someone had pressed iron into it.I tried to move but that was a bad idea. A sharp sting shot through my side and I groaned.“He’s awake.” I heard a voice, the voice was calm. It was a female’s voice I forced my eyes open, first the light was blinding, then gradually the white ceiling came into view, slow. I turned my head slightly as I saw a machine beside me beeping in slow rhythm.“A hospital.” I thought to myself Of course.My memory came back in pieces, the Valen men, the dark room and the questions that came with beating. Then I remembered Rosa’s voice in my head and then nothing.“Mr. Mercer,” the nurse said softly. “You are safe. You were b

She studied me. “Are we safe?”I looked at her carefully.“Yes,” I said. She had asked me this question a lot of times now and truly, there was only one answer for itFor now.But somewhere in this city…Rosa was watching.And somewhere beyond this city…Another set of eyes had just decided not to blink.The game was no longer personal, It was structural and I had just stepped into a league I could not step out of.The real question now was not whether Rosa would strike again. It was who would she align with next?And when that move came…Would it be against me?Or through someone I never saw coming?Mason’s POVI have always believed my father prepared me for competition.For rivals.For men like the Valens.But I was wrong.Blackthorne Advisory did not withdraw because they feared me.They withdrew because they were calculating again and that unsettled me more than an open attack ever could.I knew little about them. Too little.And in this world, ignorance is weakness.That was when

Mason’s PovI always thought my father was hard on me because he expected greatness.Now I know he was preparing me for survival.That realization did not come gently. It did not arrive as some noble, enlightening moment. It settled into my bones like winter, cold, heavy, impossible to ignore.After reading everything in that file, I did not sleep, not for a minute.I stayed in his old study until morning, the letter still open on the desk, the lamp casting that same amber light I remembered from childhood, the light that used to spill into the hallway when I walked past his office at night, wondering what kind of man chose paperwork over rest.Now I know.He wasn’t choosing paperwork, he was choosing protection and defense.For me.For us.For a future he already understood would be dangerous.My mother’s accident.The war that never had a name.The quiet financial suffocation.The Geneva meeting.Blackthorne.It was no longer theory, It was not business. It was blood and loss.And