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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 · Urbano
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137 Chs

CHAPTER 67

She shockingly jumps into my arms and hugs me. I slowly lift my arms up and rub her back soothingly.

"I know I haven't been a good person but I really need this right now."

"It's alright Stella."

"Well, I guess this means we can come in?" Kane asks, acting very insensitively. Stella let me go.

"Oh yeah sorry about that, come in."

We both enter inside and she closes the door. The house is a beautiful duplex considering her parents were fond of showing off. Literally, everything in this house looks like money. From the chandelier to the couches to the curtains.

Everything.

Aurelia

Kane and I sit on the couch while Stella brings us water and drinks. She drops it on the table and joins us on one of the couches.

"Since when did you become hospitable?" Kane asks. I hit his leg with my hand.