Can my life get any worse than it already has? I have a stepfather who cares about nothing but turning me into his source of money and pleasure, and a mother who doesn't give a damn whether I live or die. I thought this was the end, but no—fate decided to gamble with me last Christmas. It all started after a failed birthday celebration, which was followed by my stepdad trying to sell me out to the highest bidder. Escaping such a tragic event landed me in the arms of a ruthless billionaire boss, Maximum. I thought it couldn't get worse than this until I finally discovered that my biological dad is back. And his archenemy is the man I am in love with.
Lihat lebih banyakLANA
Can my life get any more miserable?
I stared at the cake that Granny Hart, my kind neighbor, had given me. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the floor, lost in thought. She had taken pity on me, having witnessed countless birthdays go by without a single song or celebration.
Damn it!
Is my life really this messed up?
Once again, my mom had deceived me, promising she would be home early to wish me a happy birthday. But here I was, all alone on what was supposed to be a special day—the day I turned eighteen.
As I wallowed in my disappointment, the front door creaked open, the bell jingling softly. When I saw who it was, a wave of anger surged through me. My stepfather stood in the doorway, and he was no better than my mother.
“Honey,” he called out, his smile unsettling.
Hearing him say that made my heart race. He had never used that tone with me before. He was always strict and unreasonable, even resorting to violence. Just a few days ago, he had beaten up a boy from the next street for simply saying hello to me, forcing us all to hide indoors for days to avoid his gangster brother seeking revenge.
I forced a smile and replied, “Dad, you’re back.”
He walked over to the table, picked up the knife, and sliced into the cake before taking a big bite, completely oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me.
After savoring a slice of cake, he smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Lana. Do you remember what I told you last year?"
Of course, I did.
Screw you, Bernardo!
He had come home last year, drunk out of his mind, and slurred something about "one year left" before staggering off without even wishing me a happy birthday. Just thinking about it made me want to lash out, but I knew all too well that if I crossed him, he could easily turn violent. So I forced a sheepish smile and replied, "I can’t remember."
That was the worst mistake of my life.
He settled beside me, taking my hand in his warm grip. He locked his gaze onto mine. Despite his many flaws, there was no denying that my stepfather was handsome—strikingly so.
"Lana," he began, "you see how your mother is always drunk and doesn’t care about us..." I nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. But what did that have to do with me?
Before I could process his intentions, his hand slid onto my lap. My mind buzzed. I had never been this close to a man before, but that didn’t mean I was naïve.
I lived in a part of New York where infidelity was rampant. Just last week, the entire block had gossiped about a married woman caught in a car with another man right in front of her deadbeat husband’s house.
"I've fallen in love with you, Lana. I know you feel the same. But I haven't had sex in weeks because your mom is always passed out drunk, and I'm feeling desperate. Do you want me to go out and bring someone home? You know she’ll kick you and your mom out, and do you really want to end up living in the streets again like before?"
My heart raced, and I shook my head vigorously.
That was my greatest fear. The memories of wandering the streets with my mom were still haunting me, and they wouldn’t fade away anytime soon.
As I was lost in those painful thoughts, I felt his warm breath against my neck, a tingling sensation that jolted me back to reality.
"Relax, you’ll enjoy it," he whispered urgently, his voice thick with desire.
Before I could grasp what he meant, I felt his fingers glide over my clit, igniting sensations I had never experienced before.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised by how alien my voice sounded to my own ears.
Instead of answering, he pressed his warm lips against mine, and I felt a finger slip inside me.
My thoughts faded away.
Everything was happening too fast, and I was already losing myself in the moment.
I realized I had wrapped my arms around him, though I couldn't recall when. I found myself whispering, "Don't stop, umh... yes, that feels good."
"You’re so wet, Lana," Bernardo murmured, his voice low and intense.
Before I knew it, he lifted me off the floor. My birthday cake remained on the table as I clung to his neck, my gaze lingering on it while he carried me away, each of his steps pulling me further from reality.
As he opened the door, I remembered our one-bedroom apartment. I often slept in the sitting room while he shared the bedroom with my mom.
When my feet touched the floor, his arms still held me close. He locked eyes with me and promised, "Lana, I’ll make you a woman."
I wanted to ask how he planned to do that, but before I could, his lips were on mine again—urgent, demanding, and thrilling.
In a blink, he had removed my shirt, and my skirt and panties lay forgotten on the floor. His warm palm cupped my breast, and a moan escaped my lips, "Umh..."
Then he guided my hand to where his hard cock pressed against my palm. My fingers wrapped around it, and he groaned in delight, instructing, "Stroke it."
I obeyed, lost in the moment.
Before long, we landed on the bed, with him hovering above me.
LANAI just stared at the daze, unable to accept what I had just seen—Maximum watching a video of another man touching me. It hurt so much that I couldn’t find the strength to be angry at him.Tears kept streaming down my face."There’s no need to cry. It’s not your fault," he reassured me softly as he sped down the road.Despite his words, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling inside me.Maximum drove me back to Washington. We got out of the car and headed into the house. Inside, he looked at me with concern and said, "Lana, don’t think about it anymore. I’m just happy you’re back—that’s what matters to me. Nothing else."I said nothing in response. He stepped out of the car, then turned back, opened the door, and I followed him inside. The butler, seeing us, looked surprised."Ma’am," I nodded politely in his direction and followed Maximum further inside.I was surprised not to see Annabella and Charles. I looked at Maximum with a questioning gaze, and he immediately understood what I
LANAHe stormed out of the bathroom with aggression, his frustration evident in every step. He was frantic, searching everywhere with a wild, desperate energy—like a wounded lion cornered and enraged.“Lana, get out now! If I lay my hands on you, I swear I’ll tear you apart and make you suffer slowly—until not a single part of your body remains intact,” Bernardo roared, his voice trembling with fury.The intensity of his words only heightened my anxiety. Suddenly, the door was kicked open with force, and gunshots rang out, shattering the tense silence.I watched as two pairs of shoes hurriedly moved around, and the chaos made my nerves fray. I clenched my fists tightly, praying that Maximum and his men had arrived in time.After what felt like an eternity, I heard Maximum’s voice cutting through the chaos, calling out, “Where is she? Where’s my wife?”Hearing his voice sent a jolt through me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my emotions tangled in a confusing storm. Just hearing him ag
LANABernardo hadn't been back in a long time. I was deeply asleep when I suddenly heard his angry shouting from the doorway, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Where is that bitch? Damn bitch, where are you?”My heart pounded against my chest, and my fingers curled nervously. I felt a tightening in my chest—fear gripped me.The door to my room was kicked open violently. I trembled, overwhelmed by fear.“Bitch, where the fuck are you? Why is this room so dark?” he growled, and that’s when I realized he was drunk.Suddenly, the light bulbs flickered on, flooding the room with brightness. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of the clock: it was already 3 a.m.Bernardo looked at me with so much rage that I felt my toes curl in fear. I swallowed hard, shuddering.“Bitch, you’re a curse—you were born to destroy everything,” he spat. “Look what you’ve done. You destroyed everything I worked for. You wrecked my chances with your mother. Now, everything I own is up in smoke. Are you happy?”
MAXIMUMThe man I hired to track Bernardo nodded and replied, “My men and I are on it. We’ll have the information you need in no time.”I gave a subtle nod and flicked my hand to dismiss him. Without hesitation, he turned and left the room. I sat in silence, lost in thought, contemplating my next move.Pulling a photograph of Lana from my breast pocket, I stared at her face, my voice barely a whisper. “I hope you’re still holding on, Lana. I promise I’m coming for you. Don’t be scared—I’ll rescue you from Bernardo’s clutches, and I’ll make sure he never hurts you again. That’s my vow, my love.”I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again, gazing out the window. I knew deep down that one day, we’d be together again.My jaw clenched, and my fists curled tightly. Rage coursed through my veins at the thought of what Bernardo had done. How dare he lay his hands on her. He’d pay for this—there would be a reckoning.Refocusing, I returned to my phone, strategizing my next move with meti
MAXIMUMI stood at Lionel’s graveside until dusk, lost in thought. As the last light faded, my phone suddenly rang.I swiftly retrieved it, and a voice crackled through the speaker: “Boss, the arrangement has been made.”I responded calmly, “I’ll be there.”As darkness settled, I left the graveside, heading toward a busy street. I stepped out of my car, then veered into a shadowy alley, taking a sharp turn.Suddenly, a voice called out, “Catch!”A car key was hurled in my direction. I caught it effortlessly, then strode quickly to a nearby rental car parked roadside. I slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and sped off into the night.After two hours of driving, I arrived at the seaport, cloaked in darkness. I slipped out of the car and moved behind the security booth. From there, I retrieved a shopping bag, changed into a different outfit, and approached the shipyard.A figure approached me but then turned away without a word. I quickly followed, and he led me to a ship an
MAXIMUMMaximum was surprised that Charles was doubting his ability, and his curiosity showed. He asked, "Why do you ask?"Charles sighed, speaking in a regretful tone. "Mom said that the people who took the bad woman are powerful, so you need to be very strong to bring her back. Are you really that powerful?"My lips curled into a smile—children’s logic is so simple."I am very powerful. I will definitely bring her back, so don't worry about that," I assured him confidently.Afterward, I led him inside the house. We finished eating, and then I drove off.LANAI was grabbed by both hands by two burly armed men as they escorted me to the swimming poolside.I looked towards the pool and saw Bernardo inside. He was leaning against the edge, staring at me with a glass of wine beside his left arm."Your dad is dead," he said. "Your wonderful boyfriend killed him. You see, he didn’t care about rescuing you; he was focused on exterminating his number one enemy first. Lana, aren’t you foolish
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