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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 23

*KANE*

The thoughts of how she's been lying to Rune and I squirm around my mind. 

I keep asking myself why she would be doing this. Not only that, but how many other men has she done these kinds of things with? 

Should I tell Rune?

I don't think I should. 

My thoughts get interrupted by the thunder roaring outside my room's window. 

At first, I thought those bruises might have been a coincidence, but when I came back home and sat down and let the thoughts sink in, I concluded that those bruises could not be a coincidence. They look exactly alike. 

Or maybe I'm going insane. 

I decide to go to her room. 

She'd probably be asleep because it's just 4 a.m.

The moment I reach her door, I think about knocking, but the fact that she's been lying to my face this whole time makes me forget about human decency.