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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 127

Aurelia

Earlier that day

I woke slowly, the remnants of a dream still heavy on my mind. My body felt warm and heavy against the sheets, the comfort of the bed wrapping me like a cocoon. Eyes still closed, I reached out instinctively, stretching my hand across the bed, searching for the familiar presence of Leonard beside me. My fingertips brushed only the cool, empty space where he should have been.

My eyes fluttered open, confusion momentarily tugging at the edges of my sleep-hazed mind. Where had he gone? The absence of his warmth left the bed feeling far too large. I ignored the knot tightening in my stomach and rolled out of bed, pushing away the odd sense of loss. It didn't matter where he went. He was probably just tending to something important.