All Chapters of A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucas Corporation—Johny’s OfficeJohny paced the length of his office, his fingers tightening around his phone until his knuckles turned bone-white.The normally pristine space—lined with glass walls and a mahogany desk—felt suffocating, as though the walls were closing in with each passing second.His mind raced through a dozen worst-case scenarios, each one more unbearable than the last.He exhaled sharply, barely keeping his fury in check. “Do you have anything?” His voice was controlled, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.“We’re working on it, sir.” His head of security sounded hesitant, and that hesitation sent a fresh wave of anger through him.He gritted his teeth in frustration and anger.“Work faster!” He spat, his tone was deadly sharp. “If she’s hurt, I’ll make every single one of you regret it.”He ended the call with a sharp motion, slamming his phone onto the desk. His pulse roared in his ears.This can’t be happening.Ariel was his key to the Lucas empire, his le

Alexander’s footsteps echoed through the room, each step deliberate. His sharp eyes remained fixed on Ariel’s fragile form, crumpled on the cold concrete floor. She was still unconscious; her soft breaths were weak, and her face streaked with tears and blood. As he closed the distance between them, his usual cold demeanor melted. She looked so vulnerable, so painfully delicate in this moment. His chest tightened—a sensation he wasn’t familiar with and certainly hadn’t invited. He knelt beside her and gently brushed some strands of hair away from her face. His gloved fingers lingered for a moment, for a moment more than intended, tracing the bruise on her lips. She shook faintly under his touch, her breath hitching, but her eyes still remained closed. Damn it, Ariel... Alexander’s jaw clenched, he cursed silently, his mind torn between the need to protect her and the fear that she would slip through his fingers once again. Memories of that one night flashed through his

Johny strode into the room with long, purposeful steps, Amanda following closely behind, struggling to keep up. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open with a sharp jolt. Ariel flinched at the sudden intrusion, her pulse quickening as she lifted her gaze. She looked up from the bed, her heart pounding as Johny stood at the doorway, his presence felt heavy, intense.Amanda right behind him, her arms crossed in curiosity. “Ariel…” His voice was calm—too calm. Yet, there was something intimidating about the way he said her name. His intense gaze locked onto her, pinning her in place, as if trying to pull the truth straight from her mind. “Who saved you last night?” The question sent a jolt through her spine. Amanda’s brows furrowed at the question. “Saved?” she murmured, clearly caught off guard. “What happened?” She questioned. “She was kidnapped yesterday,” Johny said, his jaw tightening, his gaze still locked on Ariel. “But before I and my team got there, she ha

The next morning.The television screen flashed with urgent headlines, the newsroom buzzing with speculation and uncertainty.“Lucas Enterprises Faces Crisis as Shareholders Begin Mass Withdrawal.”Johny sat in his office, his fingers pressed together as he watched the live broadcast. The financial analyst on screen spoke in a grave tone, her expression severe.“Following the sudden death of Kenneth Vaughan, a key stakeholder in Lucas Enterprises, uncertainty has spread among investors. Several high-profile shareholders have begun withdrawing their stakes, citing instability and potential financial risks. Market analysts predict that if the Lucas family does not take swift action, the company’s stock could face a severe downturn.”The screen shifted to a video clip outside the Lucas Enterprises headquarters, where journalists crowded at the entrance, cameras flashing, microphones raised.“The company has yet to release an official statement, but sources claim that tensions within the

Johny’s penthouse was steeped in silence, the kind that only came in the late hours when everyone had surrendered to sleep. Ariel had been no exception. Curled beneath the soft duvet, exhaustion had finally claimed her. The day had been long, draining, filled with thoughts she wished she could escape. But just as sleep had fully settled over her, a sudden noise shattered the quiet. A sharp voice. A crash. Muffled weak scolding. Her brows furrowed, without opening her eyes. Another sound followed—closer this time. Slurred words mixing with the unmistakable shuffle of unsteady footsteps. Then she opened her eyes in curiosity. She sat up, her heart picking up pace. What's happening? She thought inwardly. Throwing the covers aside, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, padding toward the door. A sense of unease coiled in her stomach as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor and descended the grand staircase. The sight that greeted her at the botto