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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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YES BIG DADDYDOMINIC'S POVShe answered the door still dressed. I looked her over once and felt something in my chest. Not only was she pretty… she was the kind of fine that made a man want to be completely unreasonable about it. I’d known that since the wedding but standing this close? God. I kept my face completely blank. She didn’t need to know any of that. At least, not now.“I can see you’re ready for the night my love.” I walked inside and looked her up and down. “Hm.”“What?” She answered in a rush.I didn’t respond. I walked past her. “I spent a lot of money on that lingerie.”“Nobody asked you to. Besides, you shouldn’t make it sound like you’re doing me a favour by getting undies for your own selfish sexual desires.”“You’re right .” I turned around and looked at her. Her hair was slightly messy and it made her look even more beautiful. God, she’s fine. “You okay?” I asked. She blinked multiple times. I held my chuckle because clearly, she wasn’t expecting that. “I’m fin
THE MURDERCHELSEA’S POV“Ma’am are you okay?” The police officer asked in concern. “Uhm, what?” I responded in a confused tone due to the fact that I was trying to process everything happening all at once. One minute I was on the floor seated in front of Nadia, the next minute a guest died at my own wedding ceremony. Who could have done this? I thought to myself, trying to put the pieces together in order to solve this puzzle. I scanned the environment and noticed something strange. That’s when I saw him. Standing at the far edge of the crowd, still and unbothered while everyone around him panicked.“No, no it can’t be.” I uttered with fear trying so hard not to drench myself in sweat.I hopped down from the ambulance and was about walking straight ahead to meet this familiar stranger.“Ma’am, we’re sorry but we need to make sure that you’re okay.” Some paramedic members stated. “No, you don’t understand. I need to—“ They kept blocking the way. Everywhere suddenly became crowded.I
SCREW YOU, NADIACHELSEA’S POV“Oh if it isn’t lady saddintown” Nadia said as she walked across the hall to approach me. I rolled my eyes at her and continued on with what I was doing. “Ignoring me now, bitch?” She said in annoyance. I really don’t need this from anyone. Especially her. After everything that has transpired between us, she still has the nerve to show her face here. Gosh, I better go before another drama stirs up.As I was about to walk away, I felt an arm pull me backwards. The nails felt sharp and deep. I winced in pain and looked back only to see Chloe. Weird, I was expecting Nadia’s arm on me but instead it’s her. “No matter what happens, I’ll ALWAYS make sure your life is a living bloody hell.” She uttered in a low voice. Lips squeezed and facial expressions mixed with anger and something I can’t quite place my mind on yet.I jerked my shoulders off from her palms and walked away. “I just need to stay far away from everyone.” The guests, the guards, my husband. E
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







