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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 124

Shannon

The tension in the room is thick as we continue to interrogate Christian. He's seated on the edge of the hotel bed, sweating bullets, with Michael and Luca pressing him down, ensuring he doesn't try anything stupid. Emaine stands by the door, her eyes never leaving Christian's face, her gun loosely gripped in her right hand. Isabel is pacing by the window, her face unreadable, but I can tell she's more agitated than she lets on.

Christian is acting too calm, though, like he's resigned to his fate. Something about it doesn't sit right with me. Where's his fight? He's always been a slimy, slippery bastard, but now he's just... waiting.

Then it hits me there's no way a man like Christian would be in a room like this without some sort of defense. My stomach drops as the realization dawns on me, and I scan the room frantically. We didn't check the other rooms when we burst in, assuming the main room would be all we needed to control. A grave mistake.