All Chapters of A Night With My Husband's Stepbrother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gerald’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Is that any way to greet your… uncle?" Alexander didn't respond, his gaze intensely fixed on the old man. Gerald sighed, as if disappointed by the lack of response. “It seems even the mighty Alexander Lucas can be pulled into the messiness of… emotions.” Gerald said, as a wide smirk played on his lips. A flicker of something dark passed through Alexander’s expression. Gerald saw it and smiled. “I must admit,” Gerald said, "I found it rather curious. You and Johny aren’t exactly the picture of brotherly love. And yet…" He spread his hands. “There you were. Playing the hero.” He tapped his chin, pretending to ponder. "Unless, of course, it wasn’t about Johny at all." Alexander remained still; he didn't take the bait. “You see… It’s just unusual.” He paused, savoring the tension in the air. "The infamous Alexander Lucas—Las Vegas’s most unattainable bachelor—storming in to rescue a woman." "And you didn’t just go after her. You went after her f

Back to the Great city of Barcelona Over the past few weeks, Luis had built a name for himself, quietly working his way into the underworld business. He wasn’t a kingpin, not even a major player, but he was someone underworld people could rely on. A man who could get things done. Plus his seamless delivery. Working for Elena surely brings him back on track. His reputation had grown in the shadows, whispered in the dimly lit corners of exclusive clubs, in the backrooms where deals were made with a handshake and a gun on the table. He had carved a place for himself, blending into a world where loyalty was paper-thin, and survival depended on knowing when to strike first. He was no longer just another face in the crowd—he was becoming someone people recognized. Someone people called when they needed something done off the books, no questions asked. He had built a network, made connections, earned respect. But the more he climbed, the further he drifted from himself. Despite a

The next morning Ariel woke up from a soft knock on her door. Her eyes struggled to open as she was still enjoying her sleep after spending the whole night having a heavy heart. "Come in,” she murmured, her voice laced with drowsiness, her eyes still shut.The door knob twisted open and soft footsteps padded across the room.Maria carried a neatly wrapped box in her hands. Her voice was gentle yet firm as she spoke. “Ma’am, Sir asked me to bring this to you. Also, breakfast is ready.” She said, then place the box down on the bedside table.But Ariel didn’t respond.Maria eyebrows squinted, she took a cautious step closer. Ariel lay still, her breathing was slow and steady, her face turned slightly into the pillow. It seemed as though she was simply lost in sleep—but to Maria—something was off.“Ma'am?" she called again, hesitating before moving even closer.That word—Ma’am—never failed to unsettle Ariel. It curled in her stomach like a bitter taste, a constant reminder of the life s

The ride to the Lucas estate was awkwardly silent, the hum of the car filling the space between them. Ariel kept her gaze fixed outside the tinted window, watching as the towering gates of the mansion loomed closer. Its pristine white walls standing tall against the bright sky, a testament to the power and wealth that came with the name.As the car slowed, uniformed guards stepped forward and scanned the vehicle before granting them entry. The iron gates swung open, and the driveway stretched endlessly, beautify by perfectly trimmed gardens that exuded an air of endless elegance. At the centre of the grand courtyard, was a large fountain flowed with crystal-clear water, its steady rhythm adding a sense of calm to the imposing surroundings.Ariel inhaled deeply. She had seen wealth before, but this… this was a different level. It was a dynasty. A kingdom built on power, battle and legacy.Her gaze shifted to the two lion statues positioned at the entrance, their sculpted forms froze

The name sent a shiver down Ariel’s spine before she could stop it. His stepbrother? She questioned inwardly. She didn’t dare look at him. But she nodded in acknowledgement. She felt his gaze on her, the silent dominance of his presence. Just as she buried whatever emotions stirred in her chest, a soft, amused hum echoed from the other side of the table.“And I suppose that means I’m last,” a woman’s voice chimed in.Ariel turned to the source of the voice. She exuded elegance, but the glint in her gaze was one of amusement rather than warmth.“Samantha Lucas,” Johny said, his tone neutral. “Damian’s elder sister.”Samantha gave a slow, knowing smile. “Welcome to the family, Ariel,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with something Ariel couldn’t quite decipher.Ariel nodded. “Thank you.”Then for a long moment, silent fell in the room, thickened with awkwardness. Mr. Lucas cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s get to the mat