Yours, Stepdad
"He's my stepfather. Technically. But we have history from high school. He was my first love. My first everything." I stare at my hands because I can't look at her face while I say this. "Now he's forcing me to pole dance for him while he watches."
"Watches?"
"Yes." The word sticks in my throat. "He watches, touches himself and then he... marks me. Without touching me anywhere else. Just watching and then claiming me like I'm his territory."
Three weeks ago, I walked out on my husband. Eleven months of rejection, of wondering what was wrong with me, of lighting candles for a man who was saving himself for my best friend. When I finally heard the truth from his own mouth, I packed one bag and I left.
I thought I was starting over.
Instead, I drove straight into my mother's mess. Gloria, the woman who raised chaos and called it motherhood, married a billionaire, cleaned out forty-seven million dollars from his accounts and disappeared without a word to me. Now his lawyers are at my door and I am the only thing she left behind worth collecting.
My new employer is Richard Moore. Billionaire. Tycoon. The most dangerous man I have ever met.
He is also the boy who took my virginity at seventeen and broke my heart in the same breath.
He wants a year of service. Pole dancing, forced proximity, and all the dark things written in fine print I didn't have a lawyer to read for me. He wants to punish my mother and I'm the only punishment available.
I hate him. I want to survive him. I want to get through this year with my mind and my heart intact.
But what happens when surviving starts to feel a lot like wanting?
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Chapter: THE COURTROOMMICHAELAI dress with care.Not for vanity. For the specific purpose of a woman who knows she is going to be assessed and has decided to control every variable available to her. Dark trousers, a well-fitted jacket, my hair pulled back. Thirteen weeks pregnant and nothing showing yet beneath the jacket's clean line. I look like exactly what I am.. a woman who came here prepared.Marcus drives me.We do not talk much in the car. He sits beside me in the back seat with his hands folded in his lap and his presence steady and available and not requiring anything from me. I look out the window at the city going past and think about Gloria in a diner crying over a photograph and then I put that away because I need my full attention today.***The courtroom is not what people imagine when they imagine courtrooms.No drama. No gallery packed with invested observers. Just a mid-sized room with fluorescent lighting and wooden benches and the specific smell of proceedings that have been held here
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: WHAT HE DOES WITH ITRICHIEI sit in the car in the underground garage for fifteen minutes.I do not turn the engine off immediately. I just sit with the key in the ignition and the garage quiet around me and the specific weight of the last hour pressing down through my shoulders.Twelve weeks.She has been carrying this for twelve weeks. Through the polo sessions and the piano room and the kitchen at midnight and the folder on the counter and the bag she packed that was not all of her things. She carried it through all of it, alone, with the specific discipline of a woman who has been doing enormous things alone since she was old enough to understand that no one was coming to help.Twelve weeks and she did not use it. That is the thing I keep returning to in the garage. She did not use the pregnancy as leverage. She did not hand it to me when it would have been most useful to her.. when she needed something from me, when the contract was the only thing between her and a very difficult situation. She held
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Chapter: THE LOBBYMICHAELAI tell Marcus I am going down alone.He looks at me the way he sometimes does.. reading my face, understanding more than I have said.. and then he nods and goes back to his coffee. He does not offer to come. He does not suggest I let his security team handle the door. He trusts me to know what I need and that specific trust has become one of the most valuable things in my life.I take the elevator down.Richie is standing in the lobby when the doors open.Three weeks. That is how long it has been since I picked up my bag and walked to my own car and drove into the city morning. Three weeks of Marcus's kitchen and evening walks with Kane and ginger tea and honest inventory and one phone call where neither of us said much and both of us said everything.I look at him.He looks different than I expected and exactly like I expected at the same time. The suit is the same. The broad shoulders and the dark hair and the jaw are the same. But something in his face has shifted.. subtle
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Chapter: THE FILINGMICHAELAThe documents arrive on a Tuesday.Legal envelope, thick, addressed to me at Marcus's residence. I open it at the kitchen table with my coffee and my lawyer already on speaker because I called her the moment I saw the return address.I read while she explains.Gloria has filed a custody challenge. The claim is built around three things.. her status as the child's maternal grandmother, the circumstances of my current living situation, and a section that makes my jaw tighten before I have finished the sentence.*The nature of the contractual arrangement between the respondent and Richard Moore, including provisions for physical performance services, creates an environment demonstrably unsuitable for the welfare of an unborn child.*They are using the contract.The pole dancing. The living arrangement. The fifty pages I signed without a lawyer because I had no choice and no money and no one to tell me what I was signing. Gloria handed everything she knew about my life to people
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Chapter: GLORIAMICHAELAI do not go looking for her.She finds me the way she has always found things.. through channels I cannot see, using information I did not know she had. The letter arrives at Marcus's address on a Thursday morning, delivered with the regular post, my name on the front in her handwriting. The handwriting I have known since I was old enough to read. Loops slightly too large, the letters leaning right like they are in a hurry to be somewhere else.I open it standing in the kitchen with my coffee in my other hand.It is short. Gloria has always understood that brevity is more strategic than length when you are building toward something. She has heard about the pregnancy. She does not say how. She wants to establish contact. She is willing to discuss the debt, the money, a settlement that works for everyone. She says she has been thinking about things. She says she wants to do better.She signs it Mom.I stand at the kitchen counter and read it twice and feel.. nothing dramatic. N
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Chapter: SEANMICHAELAHe calls on a Wednesday afternoon.I have not heard his voice in over two months and it lands differently than I expect.. not like a wound reopening, just like a sound from a life I used to live. Familiar the way old furniture is familiar when you pass it in someone else's house.I don't ask how he got the number."Can we meet?" he says.His voice is different. The easy carelessness I overheard through the speakerphone.. the laugh that sounded like cruelty because it was.. is gone. What is left is quieter. More careful. The voice of someone who has had the floor removed from under them and is still learning how to stand on the new one."Yes," I say.Not because I owe him anything. Because I have been doing the work of closing things cleanly and this is one more door I have been holding open for no reason.***We meet at a coffee shop in the middle of the city. Neutral ground, public, the kind of place where nothing can become too large.He is already there when I arrive.He l
Last Updated: 2026-06-09
BLOOD, LIES, AND THE ROMANOV HEIR
Isabella Romanov thought her body was broken. She thought the man holding her while she bled was the only thing keeping her alive but she was wrong about all of it.
The pills in her green juice, the best friend in her bed, the forged signatures waiting in a lawyer's desk, Marcus Whitfield didn't just betray her. He hollowed her out and sold what was left.
But Marcus made one fatal mistake. He forgot who her father was.
When Isabella walks out of her suburban prison and back into the world of blood and power she was born into, she finds an unlikely ally in Luca Moretti, the most dangerous man on the East Coast. He'll destroy Marcus and burn every bridge her ex-husband ever built. But his protection comes at a price: her hand, her name, and her presence in his bed.
Isabella isn't stupid enough to trust another powerful man. She's just desperate enough to marry one.
As she rises from discarded wife to mafia queen, Isabella uncovers a conspiracy far darker than infidelity, stolen embryos, Russian bounties, and a family ledger worth more than the city itself.
The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that everyone around her wants something, and the man who swore to protect her might have wanted it first.
In a world where blood is currency and love is leverage, Isabella must have to decide what she's willing to burn to get back what was taken from her and whether the man beside her is worth keeping.
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Chapter: The VisitISABELLA The heavy steel door clicks shut behind me, the metallic thud echoing off the cinderblock walls. The interrogation room is windowless, suffocatingly small, and bathed in the harsh, buzzing glare of a single fluorescent bulb. There is a bolted metal table in the center of the room. A county guard stands completely still on the other side of the glass observation mirror. And sitting across the table, shackled to a metal ring bolted to the floor, is Marcus Whitfield. I stop exactly three feet away from the table. I look at the man who was my husband, my warden, and my executioner for three years. He looks entirely diminished. The flawless, ten-thousand-dollar tailoring is gone, replaced by a stiff, oversized orange county jumpsuit that swallows his frame. The silver at his temples, which used to look distinguished, now just looks exhausted and gray. His skin is pale, the arrogant polish completely stripped away by two weeks on the run and three days in a concr
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Chapter: Loose EndsISABELLAMarcus Whitfield isn’t found by Enzo's tactical team or dragged out of a Volkov safe house in the dead of night.He’s found by a bored Delaware state trooper at a two-star roadside motel.Two weeks after going completely underground, Marcus is arrested attempting to cross state lines. He’s caught carrying a forged Canadian passport and a cheap canvas duffel bag packed with two hundred thousand dollars in cash.The exact amount of the "good-faith advance" Sergei Volkov wired him during their intercepted phone call. Because Enzo's tactical team breached the server location in Queens hours before the Russians arrived, Volkov never wired the remaining four point eight million dollars. Marcus was left completely stranded, bleeding cash, and desperate enough to get caught sleeping in a cheap motel.The arrest is public, immediate, and spectacularly humiliating.I stand in the surveillance room of the fortress, watching the local news coverage cycle across the high-definition moni
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Chapter: The First CommandISABELLAThe digital map of the Newark shipping yards glows against the steel table in the war room.My father documented this specific smuggling pipeline fifteen years ago. He tracked the container rotations, the bribed customs officials, and the dead-drop schedules. According to the translated cipher, Sergei Volkov is still running the exact same route. Arrogance creates patterns, and patterns create targets."Container 404-B," I say, tapping the screen. "It is an active Volkov weapons cache. If we seize it, we paralyze his supply chain and announce to the entire council that my seat is not ceremonial."Luca stands on the opposite side of the table. He does not offer to lead the strike. He offers his men, his transport logistics, and then he steps back. He defers entirely to my operation design.I spend the afternoon planning the raid with Enzo.As we map the entry points and extraction vectors, a quiet, profound realization settles over me. I do not think like Luca. I do not poss
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Chapter: Behind Closed DoorsISABELLAThe door of the armored SUV closes, sealing us into the dark leather interior.The engine hums to life. Up front, the driver puts the vehicle into gear. Between the front seats and the back, the black privacy partition glides upward with a quiet hum.The very second it clicks shut and locks into the ceiling, the hours of agonizing restraint completely evaporate.I'm on him before the tires even hit the end of the Marchetti driveway.I don't say a word. I straddle his lap, my hands grabbing the lapels of his black tuxedo jacket, pulling him violently forward. My mouth crashes into his neck, my teeth finding the jagged ink of his thorned tattoo.Luca lets out a harsh, ragged sound that is half groan, half growl. His large hands drop immediately to my waist, gripping hard enough to bruise.Every single restrained touch at the gala, the hand pressed to my lower back, the knee under the linen tablecloth, the thumb dragging slowly across the inside of my thigh, was foreplay. We bot
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Chapter: The Marchetti GalaISABELLAExactly forty-eight hours after Mara intercepts Sergei Volkov’s order to activate the "secondary asset," an invitation printed on heavy cream-colored cardstock arrives at the fortress.The war is not in a lull. It is a pressure cooker, vibrating with the invisible, ticking threat of an unknown operative coming for my bloodline.Don Arturo Marchetti is hosting his annual gala at the Hudson Valley estate, and that means that attendance by the heads of all five council families is required. It’s part social event, part high-stakes political theater. But tonight, for Luca and me, it is a hunting ground. A room full of Volkov’s quiet allies, shadow investors, and fixers all present.One of them might know the identity of the asset coming for Sarah’s baby.I prepare for it with the exact same ruthless precision I brought to the council session, but a gala requires an entirely different kind of armor.I stand in front of the mirror in the fortress master suite. I am wearing a floor
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Chapter: Pure BloodedISABELLAMara taps the screen of her tablet, and the intercepted audio file begins to play.The sound of Marcus's voice fills the quiet study. He sounds pathetic like a cornered animal trying to convince a predator that it has teeth.He demands five million dollars and safe passage out of Teterboro, offering Sergei Volkov the exact location of an encrypted backup server containing the medical records and genetic profiles of my stolen embryos.Mara pauses the playback.I don't erupt. I don't throw the heavy crystal decanter against the wall. I look across the mahogany desk at Enzo."Do you have the coordinates?" I ask, my voice completely stripped of emotion, leaving nothing but diamond-hard authority."Mara traced the burner phone to Queens," Enzo confirms. "She's pinging the server location based on Marcus's data footprint now.""Take a tactical team," I command. "I don't care if Volkov wired him an advance. I want that server secured and brought back here before the Russians even kn
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