Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night
“One night, one ring, and one mistake I can’t take back… Because the man I married in Vegas is now my mother’s fiancé.”
Lena Carter thought a wild night in Las Vegas would help her forget her cheating ex. She didn’t expect to wake up in a penthouse suite with a six-carat ring on her finger—and a marriage certificate linking her to a mysterious, sinfully gorgeous stranger named Roman Wolfe.
She left before sunrise, hoping to erase the night from her memory.
Until two months later… when her mother introduces him as her new fiancé.
Roman doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t forget. And when Lena finds out she’s pregnant, hiding the truth gets harder every day—especially when Roman refuses to keep his distance.
“You’re already mine, Lena,” he whispers against her skin.
“That ring may be gone, but I still own every part of you. Including the baby you’re carrying.”
Now, trapped in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden desire, Lena must choose:
Protect the people she loves... or surrender to the man who already owns her body and heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 70 – Roman Publicly Declares LoveLENAI could feel the walls closing in.The reporters’ voices thundered from the other side of the hospital door, their questions sharp, prying, merciless. My heart pounded as I clutched Isabella closer, rocking her gently against me even though she’d already fallen back asleep. Each bang on the door rattled through me like a gunshot.“Roman Wolfe, do you deny the affair?”“Lena, are you ashamed of what you did to your mother?”“Isabella Wolfe—was this child planned or an accident?”I flinched at that last one, bile rising in my throat. They spoke her name like it was gossip, not the fragile, perfect truth of our daughter.Roman’s jaw had turned to granite, his entire body tense as he stood between me and the door. His fists clenched at his sides, the kind of controlled fury that scared me more than if he had screamed.He turned his head slightly, his eyes locking on mine.
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 69 – Hate OnlineLENAFor a little while, everything felt perfect. Naming her Isabella had stitched something whole in my heart. Roman and I spent hours repeating it, whispering it to her, letting the sound of her name settle into the walls of this hospital room. Isabella Wolfe. Our little girl. Our light.But perfect never lasted long for us.The morning after, I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the bedside table. Roman had been up most of the night rocking Isabella, so I tried not to disturb him as I reached for it. My fingers still felt swollen and clumsy from the birth, but I managed to swipe the screen open.And then my blood ran cold.The notifications wouldn’t stop. Pings from apps I hadn’t touched in weeks, mentions piling up like a tidal wave. I tapped one without thinking, and the first headline screamed back at me:“Roman Wolfe’s Mistress Finally Names Her Baby: Isabella Wolfe.”My thro
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Chapter: Chapter 68 – Naming the BabyLENAThe world outside felt like a storm, but in here, inside this quiet hospital room, it was just the three of us. Roman sat close, his arm draped protectively around me as I cradled our daughter. She was so impossibly small, her fingers curling against the blanket, her lips parting in the faintest sighs.Every time I looked at her, it felt like my heart cracked wider. She wasn’t even a week old, and already I couldn’t imagine a universe where she didn’t exist.The nurses kept reminding me: “She needs a name.” They wanted to update her paperwork, enter her properly into the system. But every time I thought about it, I froze. Naming her felt monumental, like putting a stamp on her soul.Tonight, though, with Roman beside me and the hum of machines quieter than usual, it finally felt like the moment.“She can’t be ‘Baby Girl’ forever,” Roman murmured, brushing his thumb lightly against her
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Chapter: Chapter 67 – Roman Gives Lena a New RingLENAHospitals have a way of making time feel strange. Days blurred into nights, and nights into days, with the steady rhythm of beeping monitors and the constant shuffle of nurses coming in and out. But somewhere between the exhaustion and the fear, there were moments that felt achingly precious. Like watching our daughter’s tiny chest rise and fall in the incubator. Like feeling Roman’s hand threaded through mine while he whispered promises in the quiet hours.On the fourth evening after she was born, Roman asked the nurse for some privacy. She gave him a look—half suspicion, half indulgence—but eventually left, closing the curtain around my bed.I was sitting upright, cradling our baby against my chest, her fragile warmth grounding me even as fatigue weighed on my bones. Roman moved around the room with restless energy, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt, pacing once before stopping in front of me.“There’s somethin
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Chapter: Chapter 66 – Tense Grandmother MomentLENAThe next day felt softer, lighter somehow. Maybe it was the way sunlight spilled through the hospital blinds, or maybe it was simply because I knew she was okay—our baby girl, still tiny and fragile in the NICU, but fighting.Roman had spent the entire night in that stiff hospital chair, never once leaving my side. When I stirred in the morning, he was awake, hair mussed, shirt wrinkled, but eyes sharp and fixed on me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.“Tired. But… lighter,” I admitted. “Because of her.”His lips curved faintly. “Our little warrior.”That afternoon, the nurses finally let me walk down to the NICU again. Roman helped me into the wheelchair, though I argued I could walk. His hand on my shoulder silenced me before the words could leave my lips.“You almost collapsed last night, Lena. Don’t fight me on this.”So I l
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Chapter: Chapter 65 – Vivian Shows Up at the HospitalLENAThe moment I saw her standing in the doorway, my whole body went cold.Vivian.Her frame filled the space like a shadow, her posture stiff, her face unreadable. For a second, I wondered if I was hallucinating from exhaustion. But then her eyes found mine—sharp, hard, cutting straight through me—and I knew it was real.My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, even though our daughter was no longer inside me. She was down the hall, fragile, fighting in the NICU. And now here was my mother—Roman’s fiancée—standing just feet away.Roman reacted instantly. He moved to the edge of my bed, placing himself slightly in front of me, as though his body could shield me from her gaze. His voice dropped low, hard.“You don’t belong here.”Vivian’s lips curved, not quite a smile. “That’s an interesting thing to say, Roman. Considering my name is still on the paperwork as your fiancée.” Her eyes flicked to me, cold and merciless. “And conside
Last Updated: 2025-09-23
Chapter: Chapter 48Steam clung to the glass walls of the bathroom, curling in soft waves as the shower hissed around me. The heat seeped into my skin, easing the ache in my shoulders. For a few minutes, I let myself breathe in silence. Just water, just warmth, just me.But it didn’t last.The moment I heard the door open behind me, my pulse leapt. Jaxon. His presence filled the space before he even touched me. He had a way of claiming air, of making it impossible to ignore him.“Elara,” his voice rumbled low, rough like he’d been holding it back.I didn’t turn around, but my body reacted instantly—goosebumps rose across my arms despite the heat.“Do you have to sneak in here?” I muttered, trying for casual.He chuckled, deep and warm, but when his hands slid around my waist, pressing my back to his chest, casual dissolved instantly.“You know I can’t stay away,” he whispered against my neck.I leaned into him before I could think better of it. The scent of him, the solid weight of his chest against me—i
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Chapter: Chapter 47I thought I had finally gotten used to Cyrus’s voice lingering like smoke in the back of my head. Even when he wasn’t speaking, even when my phone wasn’t buzzing with his late-night messages, I could feel him there. My mate bond had dulled but it hadn’t disappeared, and that was my curse.But nothing could have prepared me for the venom in his words tonight.“Come back to me or you will never see your Jaxon again.”I froze where I stood in the hallway. The phone was still warm in my hand, my knuckles white around it. For a long moment, all I could hear was the rushing in my ears and my own heartbeat, so fast it made me dizzy.Cyrus didn’t even sound like the boy I used to know. He didn’t sound like the Alpha heir who had once looked at me with something close to tenderness. No—his voice was sharp, almost gleeful in its cruelty, as though the thought of ripping me away from Jaxon amused him.“You’re bluffing,” I whispered, though my voice shook.His chuckle on the other end was low, de
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Chapter: Chapter 46Jaxon’s hand was still wrapped around my phone, his grip firm as though the buzzing device might slip away and betray us further if he let go. His eyes—sharp, stormy, and unbearably intense—burned into mine.“How does he know, Elara?” His voice was low, but the restraint in it was terrifying. “Tell me how Cyrus knows you’re pregnant.”The word pregnant hung in the air like an unspoken accusation, even though I knew Jaxon wasn’t angry about the baby. No, it was the fact that Cyrus had thrown it at him like a weapon, cutting straight through the fragile happiness we had started to build.My throat felt tight. “Jaxon, I…” I couldn’t finish. Every excuse sounded weak, every silence suspicious.He set the phone down on the table with a deliberate motion, like it might explode. The veins in his hand stood out, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt
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Chapter: Chapter 45Jaxon noticed instantly, his eyes narrowing.“Why is he calling you this late?”I froze, staring at the phone as it buzzed across the table, the glow of Cyrus’s name on the screen almost blinding me. My pulse hammered so loud it drowned out the sound of everything else.I had no answer—at least, not one that wouldn’t shatter the fragile thread holding us together.And as the phone kept buzzing, Jaxon’s jaw tightened.“Elara,” he said, his voice low, almost dangerous. “Answer it. Put it on speaker.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly bone-dry. His tone left no room for excuses. No softness. Just raw demand, an Alpha testing the limits of my silence.“I…” My hand hovered over the phone. Every nerve screamed at me not to answer, but Jaxon’s eyes pinned me down. Those dark, stormy eyes that once made me feel safe now felt l
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Chapter: Chapter 44Jaxon turned back to me, his jaw tense, eyes dark with a storm I couldn’t quite read. He didn’t look angry—not exactly. It was something else.“Elara.” His voice was low, careful, as if testing the weight of my confession. “You should have told me sooner.”I pressed my lips together, staring down at the glowing city lights below us. “I wasn’t sure. I’m still not sure. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for certain.”He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the narrow balcony once before stopping in front of me again. “But you’ve been feeling like this for a while, haven’t you?”I swallowed, guilt pricking at me. “A few weeks.”“A few weeks?” His tone rose, a mixture of disbelief and something sharper. “And you didn’t think I had the right to know?”The words stung, but I forced myself to hold his gaz
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Chapter: Chapter 43The city glittered beneath us, a restless sea of lights that refused to sleep. The night air was cool, the kind that licked against bare skin and raised goosebumps, but Jaxon’s warmth pressed into me from behind, anchoring me against the balcony railing.“Are you cold?” he murmured into my hair, his breath sliding down my neck.I shook my head, though I shivered anyway. Not from the chill—but from him. The way his hands curved possessively around my waist, the way his chest rose and fell against my back like he couldn’t get close enough.“I shouldn’t want this right now,” I whispered, my voice catching, “not when everything else is falling apart.”“You think too much,” Jaxon countered, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear. “Sometimes you just… feel.”My breath hitched when his mouth found the tender spot at my
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No Touching Allowed
Zara Queen lives her life in bold colors. She dances for a living—literally—as one of the top performers at Club Mirage. Fierce, flirty, and unapologetically herself, she’s used to being wanted… but never truly seen.
When her apartment floods, she ends up crashing with Liam Carter, a grumpy, emotionally closed-off single dad who thinks Zara is the human equivalent of chaos. He wants silence. She lives out loud.
"You don’t belong in my world, Zara."
“Then why do you keep looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive?"
Their roommate agreement had one rule: no touching. But rules were made to be broken, especially when sparks start flying and hearts start healing.
"You strip for strangers, but the way you look at me... it’s like I’m the only one who’s ever seen you."
As the lines blur between comfort and desire, Liam and Zara must ask themselves: can love grow in the space between damage and desire?
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Chapter: Chapter 10 – The Accidental TouchThe morning passes in a blur after Emily’s small voice shattered the fight. I’d plastered on a smile, crouched down, and reassured her everything was fine. Liam mumbled something about “grown-up disagreements,” and she seemed satisfied enough to scamper off with her rabbit.But me? I wasn’t fine. Not even close.His words echo in my head like a bad song: You deserve better than that stage.It should’ve made me furious. It did. But buried inside the anger was something else—something dangerous. Because if I peeled away the judgment, the arrogance, the presumption… there was care. Care I wasn’t sure I wanted from him.I spend most of the day in my room, fiddling with makeup brushes, reorganizing my jewelry, even re-glittering a pair of heels that lost some shine. Anything to avoid running into him. But the universe loves irony, and apparently so does fate,
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Chapter: Chapter 9 – Judgment and DefensivenessMorning sunlight creeps across the ceiling when I open my eyes. My head feels heavy, but not because of work—because of Liam. Or more specifically, because of the way Liam looked at me last night.Like he didn’t want to look. Like he couldn’t stop.That flicker in his eyes has been replaying in my brain like a song stuck on repeat, and I hate it. Because the last thing I need is to wonder what my grumpy, judgmental, emotionally constipated roommate thinks of me.Dragging myself out of bed, I tie my hair into a messy bun and pull on a loose T-shirt with shorts. I don’t exactly feel like strutting around in rhinestones when Liam Carter already caught me looking like a walking disco ball.When I walk downstairs, he’s in the kitchen. Of course. Standing there like some kind of domestic ad, pouring black coffee into a mug, all tall and broad in a navy shirt that clings way too well to his sho
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Chapter: Chapter 8 – Unwanted CuriosityBy the time my shift ends at Club Mirage, it’s close to two in the morning, and my feet are screaming at me in languages I didn’t even know they spoke. High heels are glamorous until you’ve been wearing them for six hours, spinning, twirling, strutting, smiling at strangers while pretending you don’t feel the dull ache of loneliness at the pit of your stomach.But the music, the lights, the way the crowd cheers—it always covers it up, at least until the show is over.I swipe off the glittery lip gloss in the dressing room, but I’m still in my stage outfit when I leave. My regular clothes are stuffed in my duffel bag, but honestly, I didn’t have the energy to change. Sequined shorts and a cropped top with rhinestones across the neckline aren’t exactly subtle, but they’re also not the worst thing I’ve ever walked home in.The Uber drops me off in front of Liam’s ho
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Chapter: Chapter 7 – Clash in the KitchenI’m not saying my cooking style is messy… but if the Food Network ever needed a show called “Cooking in Controlled Chaos,” I’d be their girl.The kitchen smells amazing—garlic sizzling in butter, onions softening, pasta boiling away—and also looks like a rainbow exploded in it. Cutting boards with half-chopped vegetables, a smear of tomato sauce on the counter, an open bag of shredded cheese leaning against a box of crackers that I may or may not have been snacking on mid-recipe.Emily sits at the counter, swinging her legs and grinning like this is the most fun she’s had all week. “Can I stir again?”“Absolutely,” I say, handing her the spoon. “You’re the official sauce queen.”She dips it into the pan, stirring carefully while I grab a handful of fresh basil and start tearing it over the pot. Leaves scatter across the stovetop, some fluttering to the floor. Oops.That’s when Liam walks in.He stops dead in the doorway, eyes scanning the ro
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Chapter: Chapter 6 – Talking to His DaughterWhen I first walked through Liam Carter’s front door days ago, drenched from the rain and juggling my overnight bag, I noticed her right away—big brown eyes peeking around the corner of the hallway, like she’d been waiting for me.Emily.She didn’t hide. Didn’t mumble. Didn’t need coaxing.“You’re Zara,” she said, voice clear and sure. “Daddy told me you dance.”I’d smiled, instantly charmed. “That’s me. I also make the best hot chocolate in the world. True fact.”Her eyes lit up. “Better than Starbucks?”“Way better,” I whispered like it was classified information.From that first moment, it was like we’d known each other forever.Now, a few days in, Liam looks vaguely irritated every time he sees us together. Which is perfect, because this afternoon we’re sitting on the living room floor building the world’s tallest Lego tower while he’s trying to read something boring at the dining table.“Careful,” I tell Emily, hand
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Chapter: Chapter 5 – Second Morning ClashI don’t usually consider myself a morning person, but if I’m awake, I want the morning to be alive. Music, coffee, maybe a little dancing around in my pajamas—nothing crazy, just… not dead silence.The thing about Liam Carter’s house? It feels like a library. Even the floorboards seem to creak politely.So, at eight-thirty, after a long hot shower and a caffeine kick from the extra-strong coffee he left in the pot, I decide it’s time to add a little life to the place. I pull up my playlist—bright, poppy, perfect—and crank the volume on my phone’s speaker.It’s not ear-splitting, but it’s definitely not background noise either. I’m halfway through making scrambled eggs, dancing barefoot in front of the stove, when I hear it—the heavy tread of footsteps coming down the hall.A moment later, Liam appears in the kitchen doorway, hair mussed, T-shirt rumpled, and eyes narrowed like I’ve just committed a federal crime.“Is this some kind of test?” he asks, voice low but sharp.I grin, flipp
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
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