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TEMPTED BY MY STEP-BROTHER, SCREWED BY THE BILLIONAIRE.
DISCLAIMER
Dearest gentle Lanee Reader,
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance or relation to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.
This book and all its content are highly protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. I worked hard on every word in here, please respect that.
Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Lanee. All rights reserved.
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TRIGGER WARNINGS
Let me be very clear with you before you turn to another page.
This book contains content that some readers may find distressing and uncomfortable. Please read carefully. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives inside these pages. This is not a soft romance. This is not a love story that plays it safe.
Please read the following carefully;
- Strong language
- Explicit sexual content
- BDSM and power dynamics
- Taboo relationships
- Emotional abuse
- Violence
- Manipulation and coercion
- Obsessive behavior
- Betrayal / Revenge
This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.
This book is strictly for readers 18 and above.
Please be strongly advised and read with caution.
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POINT OF VIEW
This story is written primarily in first person POV … dual POVs to be precise. You will spend most of your time inside Chelsea's head and a little bit in Ryan's love, because that is where the real story lives. Additional perspectives will shift organically when the emotional weight or action demands it. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you confused about that, pookies.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you for choosing this story out of everything you could be reading right now dearest gentle reader. That means so much and everything to me.
Please don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comments. Every word being typed on here, every support shown, every review helps me grow as a writer and keeps me going on the days when I feel like giving up. I read everything and I appreciate every single one of you more than I know how to say.
Oh and one more thing my loves,
If your hormones rise while reading this, your cheeks flush, your thighs clench, or you find yourself re-reading a chapter at two in the morning with your door locked … do not blame me. I warned you at the beginning but you chose to stay.
Now deal with the consequences.
With much love,
Ivy Lanee
XOXO
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MARRIED TO MR. RIGHTCHELSEA'S POV So this is my life now huh? Soon to be a married woman with a stranger I've never met or seen in my life before. From the words passing through the walls, I hear he's a monster and a playboy. “Gosh, Chelsea what have you gotten yourself into.” I wailed as I looked deeply into the mirror with the white dress on staring at the stranger in front of me. A part of me wanted to run away. Another part of me wanted to cry, but I knew deep down I just wanted to be with Ryan.I still remember how he tried his best to fight for me. Yet, I betrayed his trust by signing. The walls surrounded me like a bird trying to escape. Windows dim, bridal stylists. The broken mirror and me in a tight dress. I heard footsteps coming towards the room and before I could blink twice I saw Victoria standing behind me with a sharp object. I was heavily frightened. “What are you doing here?” I said trying to keep my cool.“Isn't it obvious? I'm here to kill you once and for all.
IMPOSSIBLE DEALCHELSEA'S POV Victoria was standing at the corner of the living room, smiling while staring at me with those evil eyes of hers. Gosh I wish I could pluck them out and crush them under my feet. Her mom was seated on the expensive leather couch beside Nadia's. I'm standing close to Ryan, our shoulders touching one another in front of the wicked witch. A.K.A, his mom and she didn't look happy with the fact that I'm in another building. Trust me, once I run away from this family… I'll never turn back. I rather die with Ryan than spend the rest of my eternity with them.“Sign the papers.” She snapped. “Huh, I don't understand ma'am.” I looked at her with confusion but from the look of things, it seems she wasn't happy about my response. Before I could say the word jack, her hand flew across the room and a heavy resounding slap landed on my face and echoed through my eardrums as I tried to prevent myself from falling on the rug. I could see Ryan moving instantly, trying t
OH RYAN, FUCKCHELSEA'S POV“Help, HELP!!” I screamed as I ran for my sweet life. I sighted a building that had a dark corner and went towards that direction. “Bad choice shawty.” One of the guys said. “You're too fine to be roaming in the streets untouched. Don't worry, we'll make you feel good shawty.”I quickly entered the dark corner and sighted two things. A long ass wood and the big garbage trunk. I quickly grabbed the wood that looked like a base-bat ball and tried my best to climb the garbage trunk. The wall close to it was leading to another street I wasn't quite aware off but in a situation like this I guess the only thing I could do was to fly over but I couldn't. It was too far.“FUCK!!. HELP!!.” I kept screaming. The men came closer and tried touching me. I knelt down and placed my face in my head in between my thighs and cower in fear.“HEY!!” an unknown voice in the background came from afar and before I could look at the scenery properly I heard two gun shots. The sh
THE SHOCKING NEWS CHELSEA’S POVWho knew getting fingered by my stepbrother beside my sleepy sick best friend would feel this good. The guilt was honestly there that it churned low in my stomach but the pleasure building between my thighs didn't give a damn about the guilt.I didn't feel bad about what was happening anymore, despite her soft breathing that was three feet away from me. My mind was in Cloud 9 because his fingers were deep curling into me while my hips were rolling up to meet them.“This is wrong,” I breathed. “Yes, it is Mamacita but guess what?” He said. I looked at him confused but could feel a smirk creeping in. “What?” I said.“I don't give a damn,” he said while looking at me with those devilish eyes of his signaling me to prepare myself for something I knew I wouldn't be able to handle. My pussy clenched so bad. I had to bite down on my lip to keep quiet.Victoria stood in the doorway with her phone up. It looked like she was recording the moment and it felt li
Ryan's hands were soft against my waist but his lips– God, his lips were extremely warm on my neck dragging slowly like he was memorizing the taste of my skin. My brain had completely checked out and I was perfectly fine with that, if I'm being quite honest with myself.Six whole fucking years of keeping my head down, living in that house out of fear and always making myself feel small, quiet and easy to overlook. Years past and I'm still nobody's priority but everyone's fucking problem. Then, there was Ryan taking all of me in and making me feel like I was his goddess.His fingers tightened on my hips, the grip was firm and instantly my hormones rose through the roof. “This is a bad idea,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me, arching into him, already wet and aching.“The worst and best ones I've ever had,” he agreed, murmuring against my throat, voice low and slightly rough, then pulled me closer to his chest like he owned me. The whole situation made me laugh honestly because even
TEMPTED BY MY STEP-BROTHER, SCREWED BY THE BILLIONAIRE.DISCLAIMERDearest gentle Lanee Reader,This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance or relation to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.This book and all its content are highly protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. I worked hard on every word in here, please respect that.Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Lanee. All rights reserved.— ¶ ¶ —TRIGGER WARNINGSLet me be very clear with you before you turn to another page.This book contains content that some readers may find distressing and uncomfortable. Please read carefully. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives insid







