LOGINMy stepbrother showed up after my parents' death—and he wanted revenge. Not closure. Not forgiveness. Revenge from me. *** My parents—abusive, reckless and selfish—died in a car crash, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions and a fortune soaked in secrets. Everyone thought I was their cherished little princess. They didn't know the truth. And neither did he. Asher Grayson—my stepbrother. Cold. Ruthless. A billionaire with the face of sin and the heart of a devil. By day, he's a businessman who breaks empires. By night... he breaks me. He came for vengeance. For things our father had done to him. I didn't even know why... but I was the one getting punished. His hatred for me knew no bounds. He punished me for things I didn't do. Locked me in his mansion. Made me his servant. Tortured me. And then... his touch slowly…turned punishment into pleasure. The lines between hate and desire blurred until I couldn't tell them apart. Soon, I was chained to his bed, moaning his name like a confession—his face buried between my thighs, doing everything I swore I never would with a man who only wanted to destroy me. Whose only goal was to ruin me. To show me the worst. Because in this cruel game of revenge and ruin— He played to break me. And I fell... to love him. My biggest mistake? Falling for my stepbrother—the man who only wanted revenge.
View MoreIsabellaThe wine poured all over me—red soaking into my blonde hair, staining it, bleeding down the white of my dress. I froze where I stood, my body locking before my mind could catch up.Belts.Shattered bottles.Open wounds.Blood.My father's rage.My mother's deliberate blindness.I froze.Yes.I completely froze.Jennifer's laughter rang through the room—sharp, cruel—until it cut off abruptly.Silence.A heartbeat passed, and I saw it—Jennifer's wrist caught in Richard's grip."What the fuck, Rich?" she snapped, yanking against him. "What are you doing?""This is too much." Richard's voice was hard as he ripped the bottle from her hand and hurled it away. It shattered against the floor with a deafening crash.The sound split me open.I slapped my hands over my ears."No—no—no!" The words tore out of me before I could stop them. "I'm sorry!"Every eye snapped to me—Jennifer's, Richard's... and Asher's.His dark gaze burned straight through me, stripping, dissecting. Like he was
IsabellaIt was a maid's dress.And somehow, that wasn't even the worst part.I wiped my tears, swallowed my sobs, and forced myself into it. Then I walked downstairs.The estate wasn't empty—not at all. It was massive. Grand. Alive with people hired to keep it running smoothly, efficiently. A world operating perfectly... while mine had just ended.One of the staff showed me the way to the main hall.That was where I saw him.Asher sat on the couch, casually flipping through a newspaper—as if he hadn't threatened to turn my life into hell less than an hour ago.I stepped down the stairs.He noticed.His eyes lifted slowly, tracking me as I descended.The dress clung where it shouldn't have. Short. Tight. The shoes pinched my feet, unfamiliar and cruel. I stopped at the foot of the stairs.Asher leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes dark and assessing."What are you waiting for, little one?" he asked lazily. "Come here."His tongue slid briefly over his lower lip.That look
IsabellaI had a headache.A bad one.My head throbbed as I tried to open my eyes. The surface beneath me was soft—too soft. Not the cold, unforgiving floor I was used to.I forced my eyes open.This wasn't the basement.It was a room.Unfamiliar. Spacious.What the—I shot up in bed, and the memories crashed into me all at once. My parents' deaths. Asher. My stepbrother. The choking darkness.Panic clawed at my chest as I looked around.This didn't look like a prison.Pink bedding. White walls. A vanity by the window. A massive wardrobe. And—My breath hitched.A jacuzzi.The room was enormous.What was going on? Hadn't he brought me here to torture me—just like he said?The door opened.Richard walked in, Lucy cradled in his arms, casually stroking her fur like they were old friends."Well," he drawled pleasantly, "rise and shine, pretty face."He looked different today—no suit. Just a crisp blue shirt and white slacks. Hair perfect, as always. I glanced outside and squinted at the
IsabellaFor the first few seconds, I couldn't hear anything.Then Asher's lips brushed beside my ear."Well," he murmured softly, "hello there—stepsister."The word scraped against my skin. His smile grazed my earlobe, deliberate. My breath hitched. I clenched my fists, my back still pressed to his chest—too close, far too close. The truth sat wrong in my stomach, heavy and nauseating.But Leona was the oldest here.And I knew she wouldn't lie."What do you want?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.That was when I realized how close we were—our faces barely inches apart.I jerked away.Asher chuckled, amused, straightening his suit as if none of this affected him. "I don't want anything," he said casually, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I'm just here to take my little sister with me. Now that she's all alone." He tilted his head. "Wouldn't want her living sad and miserable by herself. After all—it's my duty as her brother, isn't it?"My stomach dropped.There was no way in he






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