All Chapters of 7 Nights With My Step Brother's Rival : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sound of Julian’s voice screaming in the hallway sent a jolt of pure ice through Sienna’s veins. She tried to sit up, but the weight of Dante’s body and the cold bite of the steel around her wrists pinned her to the mattress."Dante, please," she hissed, her eyes wide with panic. "You have to hide me. If he sees me like this, he’ll kill you. Or himself."Dante didn’t flinch. He stayed hovered over her, his bare chest inches from hers, watching the bedroom door with the calm of a man who held every single card in the deck. The banging on the outer door grew louder, rhythmic and violent."Moretti! Open this damn door! I know she’s here!" Julian roared.Dante looked down at Sienna. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his face. He reached up and toyed with a strand of her hair, winding it tightly around his finger."He sounds upset," Dante whispered. "Maybe I should let him in. We can all have a chat about your new job description.""You wouldn't," she gasped, her heart hammering agai

"A file? What are you talking about, Julian? What file could be worth your life?"Sienna knelt in the glass shards of their living room, ignoring the sting in her knees. She grabbed Julian by his shoulders, shaking him. He looked like a shell of the brother she used to idolize. The blood from his nose had stained his white designer shirt, a pathetic contrast to the arrogance he usually wore like armor."The Moretti acquisition papers," Julian wheezed, his eyes darting to the hallway as if the ghost was still there. "It’s not just business, Sienna. It’s evidence. It’s the proof that our father didn't just cause that accident. He planned it. And Dante has the original documents. If that man, the one who just got out gets his hands on them, he’s going to use them to bury us all. Not just Dante. Us."Sienna felt the world tilt. Her father, the man who had tucked her in and called her his princess, was a murderer? She wanted to scream that Julian was lying, but the terror in his voice w

The bedroom door shuddered under another violent kick. Sienna's heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at Dante, his gun steady in his hand, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her forget how to breathe."Choose, Sienna." His voice was deadly calm. "Me or the file. Right now."She could hear the men in the hallway. They weren't just breaking in anymore. They were destroying everything, tearing the penthouse apart, searching for something. For her. For the ledger.The file sat on the nightstand, that damned leather folder that could send her father's legacy up in flames. Everything she had left of the Blackwood name was in those pages.But Dante was standing here, bleeding from a cut above his eye, asking her to trust him."You," she whispered.His eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Surprise. Maybe even shock. But his mask slammed back into place so fast she almost thought she'd imagined it."Smart girl." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the far w

"Read it to me."Sienna looked up from her phone, tears streaming down her face. "What?""The text from Julian." Dante's voice was cold, controlled. Like he was carved from ice. "Read it out loud."She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, Her voice shook as she read. "They're coming for me next, Sienna.Use the beach house. Go to the old family beach house in the Hamptons. Please. Help me."Dante's jaw clenched so hard she heard something pop. He stared out the window as Marcus navigated through side streets, the sedans finally losing ground behind them."Your brother," Dante said slowly, "is either the stupidest man alive, or the best liar I've ever met.""He's scared. You saw the photo of Dad. If they have him, they probably have Julian too.""Or Julian gave them your father and is now pretending to be a victim."Sienna's stomach twisted. She wanted to argue, to defend her brother, but the words wouldn't come. Because Dante was right. Julian had a gift for playing the victim wh

"I can't stop seeing his face."Sienna's voice was barely a whisper in the damp, echoing darkness of the abandoned subway station. She was still staring at the spot where Dante's phone screen had glowed, where Marcus's battered face had been just moments ago.Dante was silent for a long moment. Then he grabbed the duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Marcus knew what he signed up for. He's been with me for eight years. This isn't his first time in a tight spot.""They're going to torture him." Her voice cracked. "Because of me. Because I'm the one they really want.""They're torturing him because they think it'll break me." Dante started walking deeper into the station, his footsteps echoing off the tile walls. "They're wrong.""Are they?" She followed him, her wet shoes squelching with each step. "You left him behind. You could have gone back, but you didn't."He stopped walking. Turned to face her. In the dim light filtering through the broken ceiling, his face was all sharp