All Chapters of MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH MY SECRET IDENTITY : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

♣️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

🌸VIOLET 🌸 The name hit me like a bucket of ice water thrown straight against my spine. I froze completely. My lips stopped moving against his, my whole body locking rigid where I still sat straddling his lap, the word ringing through my skull over and over until it drowned out the music still bleeding faint through the floor beneath us. Violence. He'd called me Violence. Not Angel. Not the masked dancer he'd paid a fortune to book for the entire night. Violence. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs that for one terrifying second I was certain he had to feel it hammering straight through my chest into his own. I pulled my mouth away from his slow, careful, and stared at him through the narrow slits cut into the silver mask. He was already looking back at me, and there was nothing lazy left in his expression, none of the amused, unhurried heat he'd worn downstairs while I danced for a room full of strangers. He was simply watching. My mouth went bone dry. Why had he called

♣️XAVIER ♣️ The door slammed shut behind her, and I stared at it for several long seconds without moving, the sound of it still ringing somewhere behind my sternum louder than it had any right to. The room had gone unnaturally quiet after the noise she'd left in her wake, nothing left but the faint bass bleeding up through the floor from downstairs and my own breathing, harder than it should have been for a man who hadn't moved a single muscle in the last minute. My eyes dropped to the floor. Her silver mask lay there, abandoned, catching the low light at an angle that made it look almost innocent. Beside it, the platinum wig she'd yanked free without a second thought, strands of synthetic hair still curled into the exact shape her head had given them. I looked at both of them for a long moment, and then I laughed once, a sound with nothing amused buried anywhere inside it. Useless now, both of them, props from a performance with no audience left to fool. I had wanted to be wron

🌸VIOLET🌸I didn't stay in that room a second longer than I had to.The moment the lock gave way under my hand, I ran, and I didn't stop running until I'd put the entire estate between myself and whatever version of Xavier had just watched me fall apart on his floor. Not because I was afraid of him. That would have been simpler, cleaner, something I could name and manage. I ran because if I'd stayed even ten more seconds in that room, I was going to cry in front of him, and I would rather have swallowed glass than give Xavier Knight the satisfaction of watching me actually break.I made it back to the club somehow. I don't remember most of the ride, don't remember paying the driver, don't remember the exact moment the back door of the building swallowed me whole. Denny was nowhere in sight when I slipped through the hallway, and I did not stop to question my luck.I spent the rest of the night in the staff room, curled into the corner of the bed, wide awake, staring up at a water-sta