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Friday morning on the Riviera arrived with a quiet, blinding brilliance that only millions of dollars could secure.

I woke up to the sound of the tide crashing softly against the rocks below our private cove.

The bedroom was bathed in a soft, white light, the sheer linen curtains billowing gently in the Mediterranean breeze.

I rolled over, stretching lazily across the empty, cool sheets. Vane had already risen, but his scent—that rich, familiar blend of amber and clean linen—lingered on the p
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  • Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)   On strike

    The transition from the sun-drenched beach to the upper deck of the villa was like moving from one billionaire's playground to another. By eight in the evening, the Mediterranean sky had bruised into a deep, velvety indigo. Soft, hidden LED tracks illuminated the white stone walkways, and the infinity pool glowed with a pale, neon-blue light that seemed to hover over the dark ocean below.The private chef had outdone himself—platters of butter-poached lobster, fresh truffle pasta, and a pristine bottle of vintage crystal chilled in a silver bucket next to the outdoor lounge.Bella was already at the table, her laptop open once again despite her previous vows to dissolve into the scenery. The white light of the screen reflected off her designer glasses as her fingers flew across the keyboard."I thought you were on strike," I said, stepping onto the deck. I had changed into a tailored silk button-down shirt, dark trousers, and no shoes, letting the cool evening air circulate."I was,

  • Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)   Elias

    The private path leading down to our cove was carved directly into the face of the limestone cliff, a winding staircase of white stone shaded by ancient, twisted olive trees. By the time my bare feet hit the powdery, sugar-white sand of the beach, the heat of the Mediterranean afternoon was radiating off the rocks, thick and heavy with the scent of wild rosemary and salt.Down by the shoreline, the emerald green of Bella’s kaftan was a sharp contrast against the turquoise water as she tore across the wake on a custom black jet-ski, leaving a line of glittering white foam behind her. Marcus and another security guard stood a respectful distance away under the shade of a massive canvas umbrella, their eyes scanning the empty horizon with binoculars.But I wasn't looking at Bella, and I wasn't looking at the horizon.I was looking at Vane.He was walking just a step ahead of me, his long, powerful strides effortless on the shifting sand. The white linen of his shirt caught the sea bree

  • Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)   Elias pov

    Friday morning on the Riviera arrived with a quiet, blinding brilliance that only millions of dollars could secure.I woke up to the sound of the tide crashing softly against the rocks below our private cove. The bedroom was bathed in a soft, white light, the sheer linen curtains billowing gently in the Mediterranean breeze. I rolled over, stretching lazily across the empty, cool sheets. Vane had already risen, but his scent—that rich, familiar blend of amber and clean linen—lingered on the pillows, grounding me instantly.I pulled on a lightweight cream button-down shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone against the rising heat, and stepped out onto the marble hallway.The villa was entirely peaceful. Downstairs, the estate's private chef was quietly setting up a sprawling breakfast spread on the main terrace: platters of fresh figs, pain au chocolat, imported berries, and carafes of freshly squeezed orange juice.Bella was already sitting at the wrought-iron table, looking like

  • Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)   It's always being you

    The private estate in St. Tropez didn’t just feel like a temporary escape; it felt like a complete reset button on our entire reality.The villa sat perched on a rugged, sun-drenched cliff overlooking the brilliant azure expanse of the Mediterranean Sea. The architecture was classic French Riviera—stucco walls draped in blooming pink bougainvillea, wide stone terraces, and a sprawling infinity pool that seemed to spill directly into the ocean horizon. Down below, the estate’s private cove was entirely blocked off from the public, flanked by steep rocks and guarded by the elite security team Vane had flown in earlier.It was Thursday evening by the time we arrived, and the warm, lavender-scented breeze was a far cry from the exhaust-choked streets of the university campus.I was standing out on the master suite's terrace, wearing nothing but a pair of white linen trousers, my bare feet resting against the sun-warmed stone. The Mediterranean sun was finally dipping below the water, b

  • Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)   Instructors

    The hum of the Gulfstream’s twin engines was nothing more than a low, expensive vibration beneath the plush cream leather of my seat. We were at thirty-five thousand feet, cutting through the clouds somewhere over the Atlantic, leaving the suffocating drama of the city and the wreckage of the Hale Syndicate far behind us.Through the cabin window, the afternoon sun cast a brilliant, golden glow over the horizon. I leaned my head back, letting out a long, slow breath that I felt like I’d been holding for months."If the temperature of this champagne drops even one degree below perfect, I am personally writing a scathing review to the private charter company," Bella grumbled from across the aisle. She was completely stretched out on the velvet lounger, a silk sleep mask pushed up onto her forehead, her laptop finally closed and tucked away into her designer tote.I laughed, taking a small sip from my own crystal flute. "Bella, you’re literally flying on a private jet to a luxury vill

  • Owned By My Stepdad(MxM)   Elias pov

    Thursday morning arrived with the crisp, unforgiving clarity of a high-stakes execution.The campus clock tower was just striking eight when Vane’s armored convoy pulled into the restricted faculty lot behind the humanities building. The blacked-out SUVs idled with a low, menacing purr that made a group of nearby freshmen instantly stop and stare. To them, it looked like a high-level diplomatic visit. To me, it was just a regular Thursday morning commute.Bella stepped out of the vehicle first, adjusting her oversized designer sunglasses and smoothing down the lapel of her tailored blazer. "If the air conditioning in this lecture hall is broken again, Elias, I am personally buying the department and firing the facilities manager before lunch."I slid out right behind her, slinging my heavy leather backpack over my shoulder. "Relax, Bell. Vane had his tech team inspect the building's infrastructure last night while they were sweeping the rooms for audio bugs. The thermostat is set to

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