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My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them. When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined. Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin. What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering? That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness. But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own. Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t. It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?

naansiringson · Urban
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140 Chs
#R18
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CHAPTER 105

Aurelia

Once I get into the car I look up and notice it's already getting dark. I take the driver's seat. I take off and the rest of us drive right behind me. The GPS on the car is showing us the location so I know exactly where we're going. It doesn't take us much time to start hearing police sirens.

Luca told me he'd prefer to take another car so he gave me an earpiece to contact him and the others with.

I grip the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the convoy ahead. The blue and red lights of the police cars flash in the distance, it is a cruel reminder that my time is running out.

My heart pounds in my chest, each beat resonating with the rumble of the engine beneath me. Everything we've planned, everything we've fought for, comes down to this moment. If I mess up it's over. They depend on me so I have to do my best.