All Chapters of MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH MY SECRET IDENTITY : Chapter 51 - Chapter 54

♣️XAVIER♣️ The first thing Dorian noticed was the music. The second was the people. The third was the fact that all of them were currently standing inside my private mansion, drinking from glasses I owned, laughing too loud in rooms I usually kept locked against exactly this kind of noise. He stood beside me on the second floor, staring down at the crowd filling the open living area below, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and open suspicion, and I couldn't blame him for either reaction. I hated people in my house. I hated loud music even more than that. Yet tonight my mansion held both in abundance, music rolling thick through the open space below us, bass vibrating faintly beneath my boots through the floor itself while people laughed and drank and moved across the polished tile in loose, unsteady clusters. I had dimmed most of the lights on purpose, leaving the whole room washed in warm gold and long, shifting shadows. Dorian turned his head slowly toward me. "W

🌸VIOLET 🌸 The mansion came into view just as the driver turned through the enormous iron gates, and I forgot how to breathe for a second. It was beautiful. Not beautiful in the warm, welcoming sort of way a home is supposed to be beautiful. Beautiful in the way a place becomes beautiful when someone has enough money to make absolutely certain nobody without permission ever gets close to it. Tall stone walls surrounded the entire property, pale in the moonlight, and lights burned steady along the long, curved driveway, illuminating hedges trimmed into perfect, unnatural lines and massive trees that looked like they had been planted specifically to make the house behind them seem even more imposing than it already was. And the security. Guards stood everywhere I looked. At the gates, along the driveway, near the entrance itself, each of them standing with their hands clasped behind their backs, eyes constantly sweeping the grounds in slow, practiced arcs. I stared through the tin