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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 133

Aurelia

I sit at the dining table, my mind spinning, detached from the clatter of cutlery and muted conversation around me. I can't shake the thought of Michael. His face looms large in my head, a constant reminder of the disappointment I've brought upon myself. Why did I tell him and the others to leave? Why did I push them away when I needed them here, with me?

I know the reason. I've known it all along, even though I've tried to ignore it. It's because I started imagining what would happen if Michael found out. If he knew what's been happening between Leonard and me. I picture him standing there, arms crossed, his expression hard, filled with disappointment. Not anger, not frustration—just that look, like I've let him down in a way that can't be undone.