Semua Bab OWNED BY MY EX-HUSBAND’S STEPBROTHER : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Sir, if I remember right, you don't have any more meetings scheduled at the office tonight, do you?" the chauffeur asked carefully, glancing back."I'm thinking my little brother Lukas might still be there in my office. I want to catch him and have a quick talk about a few things. Stop asking so many questions and just drive," Victor ordered again, his voice sharp and no-nonsense.So, the chauffeur nodded quickly and turned the car around. They drove out through the main gate of the big Anderson Mansion and headed straight to Victor's main company office building downtown. Victor did not call Lukas ahead to warn him or let him know. He just wanted to show up by surprise to make sure about something on his mind. If he called first, he would feel a bit guilty deep down. Because... for some strange reason, Victor had started to wonder if Lukas ever thought about ruining the whole family one day.**Lukas arrived at the office building soon after Victor gave him the okay over the phone ea

Victor arrived at the towering corporate headquarters of the Gray family empire precisely two hours after Lukas had departed. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the gleaming glass facade as he stepped out of his sleek black limousine, his mind swirling with a cocktail of guilt and unease. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted his trusted executive secretary: "Please don't leave the office yet. I need to check on something important." Deep down, he knew it was utterly wrong to harbor even a sliver of doubt toward his younger brother, Lukas. After all, Lukas had never once betrayed him, never shown the slightest ambition to seize control of the vast Gray family legacy. The two brothers had shared a bond forged in their tumultuous childhood, one that Vincent had always cherished. "Though, if he truly desires his rightful share," Vincent mused to himself as the elevator hummed upward, "I would gladly divide all my businesses, properties, and inheritance with him equally

I just want to keep you company while you watch your movie. What's so wrong with that?" Lilly pleaded, her voice a mix of feigned innocence and rising frustration. This would mark the very first time she'd perched on this bed the one Gloria had once claimed night after night, cuddling up beside Victor as they shared lazy evenings with popcorn and films. Lilly had always been relegated to stolen afternoons or hotel suites, never granted this intimate privilege. But now, with Gloria gone, she saw her opening. Victor's face darkened, his jaw clenching in barely contained anger. "I never gave you permission to 'accompany' me. Not here, not like this. Leave now before I completely lose my patience." Lilly gasped, her hand flying to her chest in theatrical shock. "How dare you! You've said things like that to me before playful, teasing and I loved it!" "Well, this isn't playful," Victor shot back, his tone icy and final. "This is the new reality. Get used to it. Leave." Lilly froze,

Lukas returned to his sleek, high-rise office in the heart of the city, his mood as black as a storm cloud. He was seething, pissed beyond measure because he'd been forced to overhaul his meticulously laid plans for toppling his older brother. What he'd envisioned as a swift, surgical strike a quick but devastating blow to Victor's empire had morphed into a protracted chess game, demanding strategy, restraint, and endless recalculations. Patience had never been Lukas's strong suit; he was a man of decisive action. If he craved something, he seized it with ruthless efficiency, leveraging every ounce of his power, wealth, and cunning. If vengeance called, he delivered nightmares tailored to shatter souls. Lukas was primed to unleash his fury on anyone who crossed his path—fortunately, Isaiah, his sharp-witted assistant, was nowhere in sight. Isaiah had been dispatched earlier to liaise with art vendors across the city, a direct consequence of Lukas's earlier rampage: he'd demolished ha

Lukas leaned back slightly on the plush carpet, his eyelids fluttering shut as the inaugural bite of Gloria's homemade banana cream pie danced across his palate. The texture was divine velvety whipped cream yielding to tender slices of fresh banana, all cradled in a golden, flaky crust that shattered with the perfect crunch. Each flavor layer unfolded like a symphony: the subtle tang of vanilla, the ripe tropical sweetness of bananas kissed by just the right amount of caramelization, and the rich, buttery undertones that lingered long after the swallow. For a fleeting moment, the high-powered CEO of Apex Innovations—a 25-year-old titan whose company shares had skyrocketed 300% in the last year, whose chiseled features and brooding charisma made him a tabloid heartthrob and red-carpet staple felt utterly transported.Yet, beneath the indulgence, a flicker of irritation simmered. Gloria still treated him like the scrawny kid who'd raid the fridge at midnight, not the man who commanded b