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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 125

Michael

The house is silent, colder than it should be. I stand by the window, watching the last of the sunlight disappear behind the horizon. The shadows stretch long across the room, and I can feel the weight of grief pressing down on us all. Sophia is gone, and nothing feels right anymore.

We just got back from the mortuary, leaving her body there. It's been a day since she died, but it feels like it happened in another lifetime. Her last breath keeps playing in my mind, a reminder that we failed her. I clench my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. We can't stop now. Sophia wouldn't want that.

Across the room, Luca is huddled in a corner, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He wants to mourn, to lose himself in grief, but that's not an option. Not for us. Not now. If we stop, we won't find the strength to continue. And we have to keep going. We have to finish this.