My Secret Billionaire: Claiming My Stepsister's Fiancé
WARNING: RATED 18+| NO RAPE!!!
Excerpt;
"Was I a good girl?" she hiccupped, her bare skin flushed and glowed as she rolled across the sheets like she owned the bed—and him.
Six weeks without his touch had scraped her raw. She was slowly losing touch of her sanity.
"You did good, Penguin," Alanis said, his voice low and rough as he reached for his tie.
And just like that, the spell cracked. He was leaving...again. It wasn't fair, she had to remain in the shadows, while her perfect half-sister was rubbing his chest in public.
Poppy slammed the door shut, while she arranged her robe, her eyes wet and wild.
"Can you… stay… just one more night?"
He hesitated. And she saw it, the guilt and pull.
"You know how this—"
Something made him stop mid-sentence. His gaze dropped. One sharp breath, and he was staring at her peaked nipple like it was a commandment.
"Please?" she breathed, arching toward him.
With a low growl, he tossed her back on the bed because he had been starved, and he was ready to devour his Penguin.
...
Poppy never had a chance to be the golden girl. Not with a cruel stepmother, and a father who forgot she even existed.
Penelope was given everything that belonged to Poppy.
Now Penny's prize? A diamond ring—a wedding to Alanis Caelum, Velmora's most powerful billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly magnetic.
To everyone but Poppy.
Because before he became Penny’s perfect fiancé, he belonged to Poppy—in the dark, in secret, in sin.
He knows her body like a weapon. He calls her Penguin with a growl that makes her knees buckle.
And when he’s inside her, he forgets who he's supposed to love.
She had him wrapped so tight, he forgot the world.
Basahin
Chapter: Sold As The Price Author's POV:Poppy froze.The lamp trembled in her hands.The man didn’t speak. He just stood there—sweating, and his stomach folding over itself, with beady eyes that glinted beneath the harsh overhead light. His breath was labored, and his grin was slow, like he thought this was normal, and was entitled to her.Poppy's hands shook harder. She lifted the lamp an inch higher."Who are you?" she whispered, her voice cracked and hoarse from the screaming.No response.He took one step toward her, his stomach was hairy and jiggled with that step.Her heart flipped, and but she still tried not to gag. She jolted back, nearly tripping over the rug behind her. “Stay away from me!”The man cocked his head to the side. “You were brought here for me,” he said calmly, as if he were explaining a hotel room mix-up. “They said you would cooperate.”Poppy’s stomach rolled. She almost dropped the lamp right then—but her fingers gripped it tighter."No," she breathed. “No, I wasn’t. You’ve got the
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-20
Chapter: A ghost? A werewolf? A vampire? A demon? ~~~ Disclaimer: This chapter is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences. It contains sensitive themes including emotional abuse, coercion, and implied sexual violence that some readers may find disturbing or offensive. I do not condone or promote any form of abuse or non-consensual behavior. These elements are included strictly for dramatic storytelling purposes and should not be interpreted as encouragement or justification for such actions in real life. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are triggered by such content, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. ~~~ Author's POV: When they reached the second floor, Poppy tried once more to pull away. This time, she shoved Penelope hard enough to knock her off balance. “Let go of me!” she cried, her voice raw with panic. Penelope stumbled but caught herself—and came back with a slap that echoed down the long hallway like a whip crack. Poppy’s cheek burned, her skin stinging whe
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-20
Chapter: I Told You, Didn't I? Author's POV: The door slammed shut behind Alanis, and it felt like the air around Poppy changed. There was a second—just one second—of stillness. Then Penelope snapped. Her heels clicked loudly against the ground as she stormed toward Poppy, grabbing her arm with a force that made Poppy stumble forward. "You little bitch," she hissed under her breath, but her grip said more than the words did. Her nails bit into Poppy's skin. “You ruined everything.” Poppy tried to pull away, but Penelope yanked her again. Her half-sister was shaking, not from fear—no, from rage. Penelope looked beautiful in her dress, perfect makeup still intact, except now her face twisted into something almost monstrous. She forced Poppy into the back seat of the car and slammed the door behind them. Laura was already seated in front, her arms crossed, and her eyes hard in the rearview mirror. The driver was at the back seat, Penny climbed in to the other side of the back seat, with Poppy between
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-19
Chapter: You Can Leave If You WantAlanis's POV: I was already walking back toward the house when I heard her shift behind me. I turned and saw Penguin trying to curl into herself again. She had lowered herself back to the pavement like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to follow me. Her knees pulled in; her head bowed. The oversized shirt she wore slid off one shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of her skin. Is that bruises I see? I sighed, not because I cared about her — I did not. But because no one should look like that. Not this late at night when the dogs had been let loose. They were not trained to attack, but sometimes they were unpredictable. This place was not exactly friendly after dark. And she looked… breakable. The kind of breakable that made something ugly twist in your gut if you left it alone. She was in the house; the guards never let strangers in. So it means she is supposed to be here. I turned back and walked toward her again. I didn’t reach for her, I just stood a few feet away
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-19
Chapter: A Penguin Alanis’s POV: I should’ve walked away the second I saw her. Sitting in the grass, looking half-broken, with scraped palms and cracked glasses like some fucking storybook scene no one asked for. But I didn’t. Something about her stilled me. The way she blinked up, dazed but not afraid. Most people flinched when they saw me—hell, even my own brothers. But her? She looked at me like I was a person, not a weapon. I didn’t know why I crouched instead of kept walking. I didn’t do gentle. I didn’t do comforting strangers. I fucked and blocked. That was my language. No promises, no time wasted. And I definitely didn’t do soft-eyed girls in gardens with cracked glasses and a voice like cracked glass. “You okay?” I heard the words leave my mouth, and I almost laughed at myself. I didn’t know how to be “nice.” That was Alek’s department. Or Adonis’s, with his fake smiles and wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing charm. Everyone thought I was the dangerous one because I didn’t pretend. But the tr
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-17
Chapter: But My Friends Call Me LannyPoppy's POV: I blinked up at him, still breathless and stunned. My palms stung where they’d scraped the gravel, and my back and head was pounding, probably, because I couldn’t feel any of that. Maybe it was the effective of the painkillers... But what I could feel heat rising in my cheeks and my chest. A hot, burning shame that felt like it was eating its way out of my skin. This creature was terrifyingly beautiful. I didn’t know what to say or even how to breathe. I just realized, distantly, that he hadn’t moved closer. He just stayed exactly where he crouched, watching me, but his eyes weren’t cold or mocking, they were just… unreadable. I didn't know what that meant... I wanted to speak — to say something— but all I could do was stare... Is it cheating that I'm admiring another man like this? He stared at me for another second, then his mouth moved. “You okay?” Not “What are you doing here?” Not “What the fuck?” Just that. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. And h
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-16
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