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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?

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CHAPTER 111

Aurelia

The moment the door closes I start to think about how long it'll take before Michael notices I'm missing. I'm mostly scared for Luca because Michael had asked to go with me and he refused. He'll definitely blame Luca for my disappearance.

I scan my surroundings and notice that there is zero to no escape. My hands are so tight I can't move them. At Least my legs aren't tied up but I still can't stand with the chair behind me. Come on, Aurelia, think. How the hell did a whole of me manage to escape from this chair and why did Leonard kidnap me in the first place?

I try to search for any memory but my brain is blank. This plan isn't going to work. I look at the camera and wonder if I should shout red or not. I decide not to. I'm actually going to try and break out of here whether it triggers a memory or not.