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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
137 Chs

CHAPTER 117

Leonard

I slam the door behind me, and the force I use rattles the frame. I can feel the heat rising in my chest, my mind keeps replaying the sight of Aurelia halfway out of that damn window. If I had been even a minute late she would have slipped or worse... she could have fallen...died. The thought churns my stomach, filling me with a mix of fear and anger. Not at her, but at myself.

What have I become?

I drag a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breath, but it's no use. The image of her desperate eyes as she tried to escape, her fierce determination to get away from me, haunts me. She hates me, and why wouldn't she? I've given her every reason to. But if she just remembered everything I wouldn't need to be doing all this.