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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 · Urbain
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137 Chs

CHAPTER 135

Emaine

I lean forward, catching her attention.

"Aurelia," I say, lowering my voice slightly,

"do you mind if I use the toilet? I don't know my way around the palace."

She looks at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she nods and rises gracefully from her seat, her gown sweeping the floor. "I'll show you."

I follow her through the corridors of the palace, the air cool and thick with silence. Aurelia moves like a shadow, barely making a sound as we pass towering windows and tapestries that seem to watch our every step. I keep my face calm, but inside, I'm calculating. I need to find a way to speak to her, to make this trip to the toilet seem less... pointed. But before I can think of anything, we arrive at the door of the bathroom.

"There," she gestures, her tone curt but not unkind. "I'll wait for you outside."