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.
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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.
MAXIMUMLionel let out a self-deprecating laugh, but there was a bitter edge to it—a scornful mockery that suggested he hated himself in that moment.I felt no pity. A man who would risk his own daughter out of revenge—something a father should protect and cherish—had failed miserably.He didn't deserve to be called a father.He looked into my eyes and asked, "Am I very stupid? Useless? Foolish?"I hesitated before answering. There was no need—I knew he didn't deserve a response.He chuckled softly, then said, "I've always wondered why I never had more kids besides Lana. I guess I was too selfish. I thought I could have as many children as I wanted. Losing a few didn’t matter—what did it matter? But now... I doubt I can have any at all."As he spoke, I realized the enmity between him and Bernardo wasn’t as simple as I had assumed. I stared at him coldly and demanded, "How is Bernardo your enemy? Don’t try to lie to me. I want the truth. What’s really going on?"I was just as confused
LANAWhen I heard this I wasn't surprised, because I knew Maximum would easily figure out that my dad has a hand in my disappearance, and he wouldn't easily forgive him or let go.But at that moment, I had no feeling towards the possibility of my dad dying in the hands of my husband.When Bernardo heard this, he laughed and then mocked me. "You are truly your father's daughter, the both of you are selfish, no wonder he gave birth to you; the apple didn't really fall far from the tree."I pursed my lips tightly; I wasn't in the mood to even bother myself with Bernardo's incessant taunting. My whole body was on fire; it hurts, it hurts so bad."I am horny, let's go another round again," Bernardo said with a wide grin.My heart jolted, and my toes curled. I tried pulling my hands, but I couldn't; the fear I felt at that moment was deep in my bones.He mocked, "Stop struggling, Lana, you can never free yourself from that rope. Just obediently enjoy it; it's fun, right?"Step by step, he a
MAXIMUMWhen he refused to speak, I issued a cold order: "Make sure you don't serve him water or food. Let him starve to death."I turned toward the door and took a step away. Halfway there, Lionel shouted after me, "You don't dare! If anything happens to me, Lana’s going to settle the score with you."I paused, then retorted sharply, "If she can survive being raped constantly, maybe she can settle her accounts with me. Without that, keep dreaming."Without another word, I opened the door and walked out, not bothering to look back.Back in my room, I resumed drinking, while my men scoured multiple countries. All my sleeper cells had been activated, but there was still no word on Lana’s whereabouts. I even ordered my subordinates to negotiate with other gangs. Everything was chaos—no leads, no clues. As dusk settled, still no news.Unable to bear the silence, I decided to visit Lionel again.“I need water,” he rasped as I entered.I sneered. “You don’t even deserve a drop. Forget about
LANAThe more I listened to Bernardo, the more my fear grew. I didn’t even realize when tears started to roll down my cheeks, and I begged desperately, “Please, I’m begging you—don’t do what you just said.”Bernardo sneered. “Stop begging. It will only excite me more.”He laughed sinisterly, then added, “Lana, I’ve never met a woman as sweet as you. You’re too delicious—I can’t get enough of you.”A shiver ran through me at his words. I stared at him, trembling with fear, as he curled his lips in a twisted smile and said, “Think about it, Lana. All the men who’ve had a taste of you—none of them were willing to let go. They risked everything for you. That’s how irresistible you are…”Suddenly, his phone rang again. He grumbled under his breath, answered, “Stop calling me, old man,” and then hung up.He fixed his gaze on me, his expression cold and unreadable, then said softly, “Don’t worry, Lana. When I’m done with you, you won’t want to go back to your husband. You’ll be thinking only
MAXIMUMThat night, I couldn’t sleep. Standing on the balcony of the hotel I’d booked, I stared out into the darkness—silent, contemplative, empty. Lana wasn’t by my side; without her, my life had lost all meaning, become dull and colorless.I lowered my gaze to my toes, then immediately downed a shot of liquor, the burn of it flooding my throat.What a world, I sighed heavily, rubbing my forehead as frustration and anguish churned inside me.“Boss, we’ve infiltrated Lionel’s ranks, but…” one of my subordinates reported, voice trembling, “we found out Lana’s been taken by someone.”That news only fueled my irritation. I snapped, “Who is it? Who the hell did they give my wife to? Who?”In my rage, I smashed the glass in my hand against the wall, shards scattering everywhere. My whole body tensed with fury.The subordinate flinched, apologizing hurriedly, “We’re still investigating, sir.”I pointed at the door, voice sharp. “Get out. I want results, not guesses. I want Lana back—her, an
MAXIMUM Under my instruction, my men stormed the mansion, searching every corner thoroughly.Lionel sat there, completely unconcerned, indifference etched across his face.As the minutes dragged into hours, I realized Lana wasn’t inside the mansion at all. My gaze hardened as I looked at Lionel coldly. He must have taken her somewhere I wouldn’t find her easily.Clenching my fists, I spoke with icy precision. "Where is she? Where the hell did you take her? Where's my wife? Tell me."Lionel glanced at me, then casually cleaned his ear with his finger before retorting, "Why are you shouting so loud? Honestly, I can hear you just fine without all the noise. No need to yell at the top of your lungs."My jaw tightened as I steadied myself. "I’m not in the mood for your games. Just tell me—where is Lana?"He leaned back, crossing his legs with a nonchalant air. "No idea."I stared him down, my voice steely. "The last place she was seen was in your house. She left in that car your men drove
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