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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 36

Rune

I wake up to a harsh knocking sound near my ear. It's like someone's trying to wake me up. The moment I pull my head up I remember where I am. It's a bar I usually go to when I want to get wasted. There's a man that's talking to me but I can't hear anything he's saying. He's probably telling me I slept here and it's time to leave.

I stand up but immediately almost collapse, the man talking helps me stand properly and hands me a cup of water. I take it and clear my eyes. Everything is clearer and I'm coming back to my senses now though I still have a strong migraine.

"Hey?"

I can finally hear the man talking.

"Hey, wassup?" I respond.

"I just saw you on TV, I was wondering if that's you." "Yea, I'm a musician, it's probably one of my concerts." "But what I saw was on the news. Check your phone." The news? What does he mean by that?