Prologue

"Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear your moan while I’m pounding you harder!” he growled, his voice a lethal mix of anger and lust.

He didn't wait for me to answer. He gripped my hips with bruising force, lifting my lower body to meet his every vicious thrust. Each time he bottomed out inside me, I felt my sanity slipping. The bed groaned under the weight of our sin, the sound echoing in the quiet room where my husband lay dying.

"Henry... stop... he might... ahhh!" I gasped, my head tossing back as he rammed himself into me without mercy.

"That's the point," he hissed, leaning down to bite my earlobe. "I want him to know that while he's fading away, I’m the one f*cking his wife. I’m the one owning every inch of you."

He accelerated the pace, his body hitting mine with a rhythmic, wet thud that made my skin burn. Every shove was deeper, harder, and more primal. I wanted to scream in shame, but the pleasure he was forcing out of me was traitorous. My moans were becoming louder, more desperate, filling the space between us until I couldn't tell if I was crying or begging for more.

"Look at him, Mom," he commanded, forcing my face toward the other bed. "Look at him while I fill you up. Tell him how good your stepson feels inside you!"

I was drowning. Between the fear of being caught and the electric heat of his relentless pounding, I finally broke. My fingers dug deep into his sweating shoulders, and as he delivered one final, soul-shaking thrust, I arched my back in total surrender.

I could feel his hot c0ck deep inside my passage—so hard and so good that I felt myself on the verge of coming! Every pulse between my thighs felt like it was exploding, syncing with every deep, heavy shove he buried inside me. 

***** 

Henry had just arrived from an exhausting flight from Europe, but all his drowsiness vanished the moment he was greeted by news he never expected. Inside the room, he stood before the desk of Roberto, his father’s lawyer and best friend.

Laid out in the middle of the desk was Don Freddie’s testament. To Henry, the document felt like a massive insult.

"Wait... you're telling me Dad remarried? And he left the majority of the shares to that woman?" Henry asked sharply. He slammed his fist onto the table, barely able to contain his rage.

“There’s nothing I can do, Henry; he married Sol. Besides, your stepmother is a good person—”

"Even you, uncle? You fell for the act of that gold-digging maid my father married?!"

Uncle Roberto sighed and slowly adjusted his glasses, trying to calm the young man down.

"Henry, calm down. Solana is kind. Yes, she used to be a maid here, but she’s a good girl. She took care of your father, and—”

"Kind? You call her kind after she manipulated a dying man for his billions?"

A sarcastic, bitter laugh escaped Henry’s lips, echoing through the four corners of the room.

"Solana, hija... come in," Roberto called out softly toward the door, knowing she had been listening.

The door slowly opened. In Henry’s mind, he expected a woman caked in makeup, dripping in jewelry, looking like a total fraud. But when the woman they called "Solana" finally stepped inside, Henry’s world seemed to stop spinning.

His jaw dropped as he looked her over from head to toe. She was wearing a simple white dress, her face was completely bare of makeup, and her eyes showed deep fear and embarrassment. She was young. Henry estimated he was at least a few years older than her.

"Her?" Henry pointed at the girl, filled with disdain and disbelief. "This is the one who went after my father for money?"

Solana kept her head bowed, her shoulders trembling as she avoided Henry’s piercing gaze. At that moment, a strange mix of anger and an unexplained spark of desire suddenly flared up in Henry’s chest—a feeling he knew was wrong and shouldn't be there.

Henry’s gaze darkened as he looked at Solana. If she thought her life as his father's wife was going to be easy, she was dead wrong.

Henry swore to himself that he would make Solana pay for every cent she got from his family. And above all... for taking the place of his late mother.