Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Blackwood Estate The iron gates of Blackwood Estate stood tall, their heavy design both elegant and unwelcoming. A long, winding driveway stretched beyond them, lined with towering trees that cast long shadows over the path. Hidden motion sensors were discreetly placed along the driveway, in the gardens, and against the estate walls, detecting even the slightest movement at night. The estate itself was massive—a dark, imposing structure that loomed against the sky, built more for privacy than comfort. Infrared cameras watched from strategic points, feeding live footage directly to Alexander’s system and his security team. Every inch of the property was designed to keep people out, reinforced by an electric fence running along the outer perimeter. The current was subtle—not lethal, but enough to incapacitate an intruder who dared to test its limits. The mansion’s tinted windows gave nothing away, reflecting the world back at it. Its stone walls, cold and gripping, made it clear

Johny strode down the hallway, his steps sharp and deliberate. His leather shoe echoing through the hallway. The polished marble floors reflected the florescent lighting, casting elongated shadows that moved with every movement. The air around him thickened with tension, and with the scent of polished wood and faint traces of expensive colognes. Outside his office door, his secretary stood alongside five security personnel—one head of security and four others—already waiting for him. Their postures were rigid, their expressions unseeable under the conceal of their sharp sunglasses. The atmosphere was tense with a suffocating silence. The moment they spotted Johny approaching, one of them pushed the door open without a word. Johny stepped inside, and the security team followed in perfect sync, their presence a strong wall of authority behind him. The heavy oak door shut behind them with a slow click. Lowering himself into his chair, he steepled his fingers, and unbuttoned

Ariel sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers curled around her phone as she listened to the familiar, comforting voice of her best friend, Anya. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light on her features, but her face was one of exhaustion.Exhaustion that ran deeper than just the day.“You sound tired, Ariel.” Anya’s voice held concern, her tone softer than usual.Ariel sighed, pressing her fingertips to her temple. “It’s just… everything. Being back here, pretending, keeping up this charade with Johny. And then… my little pumpkin.”Her voice wavered at the mention of him.On the other end of the call, Anya’s silence stretched for a moment before she spoke. “You miss him.”Ariel let out a shaky breath. “Every… every second Anya.” Her voice carried the weight of her longings. Every day apart felt like a fresh wound. She could push through the lies, endure Johny’s presence, and play her role in this twisted game—But being away from Max? That was unbearable.It had been weeks

Ariel sat at the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection staring back at her seemed composed—her skin looked refreshed, her dark circles had disappeared, and her lips carried a natural pink hue, thanks to Maria’s care.But despite her great appearance, the turmoil inside her remained unshakeable.She picked up a brush, applying soft strokes of makeup to her face. She wasn't a fan of make-up, but she knew where she was going, every little details could count. A saga. That’s what today was. A grand, orchestrated display where she had a role to play. A wife. A perfect and presentable woman beside Johny Lucas.But wasn’t that what she signed up for? Of course it was. Her fingers curled around the compact powder as she stared at herself again. For years, she had been a survivor, adapting and molding herself into whatever was needed to protect her son. And now, this was just another way of surviving—one that came with wealth, and a name she barely felt belonged to

By the left side of Mr Lucas, Alexander Lucas leaned back in his seat, his sharp features unreadable, but his stormy gaze lingered on Ariel for a second longer than necessary. Unlike the rest, his presence carried an edge—one that spoke of silent power rather than spoken authority.The moment their eyes locked, an unsettling feeling crawled up her spine—a feeling she couldn’t explain.Ariel's heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as she fought the overwhelming sensation gripping her chest.Why is he here? His he part of the Lucas family? She questioned inwardly. Ariel's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.The weight of countless eyes bore down on her, but she barely registered them. The tension thickened, with unspoken question. Then—"Ariel," Johny’s voice cut through the moment like a blade, shattering whatever trance had momentarily seized her.She blinked, her breath shaky as she moved her gaze a