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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 55

Elena

12 strokes of midnight was closed the night Rune was killed. I sometimes wish it was still open because I seem to have no other purpose in life but only in terms of career. I'm presently on my way back home after buying groceries. I do not like buying groceries but my husband and I seem to have switched duties now that he has a decent job and I don't.

My phone starts to ring so I connect it to the Bluetooth of my car. I check the caller ID but it's an unknown number, I answer.

"Hello, who am I speaking with?"

"That's not really important seeing as your husband is about to die."

My hands go stiff on the steering wheel and I almost bump into an old woman, I immediately stop the car on the side of the road.

"What do you want?" I say whilst grasping my phone like I'm about to break it. "Simple, tell me where your precious little friend is hiding."

"Please I don't know who you're talking about!" I scream. My voice wobbled.