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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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137 Chs

CHAPTER 106

Aurelia

We reach what I believe to be the safe house but I'm not sure because all I can see is sand. The rebels told me that it was just camouflage and there's actually a door there. They all proceeded to enter that door and I was left confused.

I enter the door and it's a staircase I first see. I descend the narrow staircase, my steps echoing in the tight space. The door to the safe house creaks as I push it open, revealing the hidden refuge beneath the earth. The air here is cool, carrying the scent of damp soil and something metallic—probably the steel beams that brace the ceiling. Luca insisted on that extra support according to Michael. I'm grateful for it. This place has to hold, no matter what happens above.