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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
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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#SURVIVAL

CHAPTER 99

Aurelia

I've been waiting for approximately an hour or more and Shannon is nowhere to be seen.

I've filled my face up with a lot of makeup. I called some of the staff in this warehouse to help me with my hair, clothes, and so many other things. I have even come up with a fake name and alibi. I have on a wig and I'm wearing clothes that make me look way bigger than my actual size. I put on shades even though it's not even that sunny outside. I just need to stay in character.

Now I'm downstairs patiently waiting for my so-called mother. She finally appears. Not that she's inside. I just hear the blaring of the car's beeping.

I roll my eyes and go out. She doesn't want to come out because she doesn't want anyone to know about her role in this yet.

"You are such a latecomer," I say and enter the car.

"You do not look like my daughter."

"Do I sound like her though? I've been tryna change my voice too." I say.

She just looks at me.