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Chapter 20 - Man-eater
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2026-04-26 21:49:56
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The Assassin’s Portrait: Stepbrother Dark Romance Chapter 21 - Fallen Angel
꧁ Marisella ꧂Sonya’s magnetic personality comes in handy once more at Vanity, the nightclub she’d chosen for tonight.A peck on the cheek here, a flirtatious hug to a bouncer there, and we’re in.I hadn’t even gotten the chance to flash the ID that shows I’m 22.My coach bag holds nothing but my camera, phone, lip gloss, and pepper spray. All brand new, courtesy of the 50k Alexei had thrown at me five days ago, like some whore.At least not a cheap one.One half of my brain laughs at the joke while the other half cringes at how crass it is.Once we’re in, heads begin to turn.I’m not modest enough to downplay the fact that Sonya and I are in the top 1% of goddess tier women here.She walks deeper into the space, pulling me along. Her blonde hair, pulled into a messy bun, gleams with health in the pulsing lights, giving a girl-next-door vibe.Wide, round hips sway with every step, the chain of her necklace dripping a string of gems down her exposed back.And me?My dress ends a few mi
The Assassin’s Portrait: Stepbrother Dark Romance Chapter 20 - Man-eater
꧁ Marisella ꧂I wake up to an empty house, a raging hangover, and a text from Sonya.Sonya: About that rosé *eyes emojiMari: Finally have time for me?Sonya: Don’t be petty. Makeover x slutty dancing at the club.Mari: Maybe. *grumbling stickerMaybe? More like yes please and thank you.My fingers tremble as I pack a small overnight bag. Camera, underwear, spare cash. Anything else I could possibly need, I’ll borrow from Sonya.No matter how hard I try to ignore the situation, mortification pounds in my skull, demanding attention.What have I done?I’ll never get Alexei out of my mind now. And whatever crumb of respect he had for me must’ve gone up in flames.I’d been caught red-handed writhing to my stepbrother’s name. By said stepbrother.The heat of embarrassment roars in my veins, teeth gritting through the panic.After I’d seen the solid outline of him pass my open bedroom door, I’d lain in bed, too drunk to think. Paralyzed by my orgasm, I hadn’t even moved to close my door.
The Assassin’s Portrait: Stepbrother Dark Romance Chapter 19 - Rosé
꧁ Marisella ꧂ Mari: Hold your breeches, bitches. I got a freelance contract agreement with PRISM! 5 minutes later. Sonya: No way, really? Omg so happy for you. Congrats, wife. Now you can retire me like I deserve… *beach emoji Mari: You know it! Come over, let’s celebrate. I got your favorite. Sonya: A brownskinned tech bro? *eyes emoji I roll my eyes, tugging the wine bottle out of its box. The Uber revs beneath me as the driver picks up speed past a green light, and I take a photo of the Miraval Rosé. Pale pink and glistening under Miami’s night lights, the bottle signifies a turning point in my life. I finally have an actual job that I love. I’ve transitioned from struggling artist and waitress to freelance. In one day. All thanks to Alexei. At the mere thought of him, my breath shudders in my chest. Out of mind. Out of mind. A text notification distracts me. Sonya: Rosé! Ugh, I wish I could come, but I’m hung up at the moment. Reschedule? I’ll make it up
The Assassin’s Portrait: Stepbrother Dark Romance Chapter 18 - Curiosity. The Cat
꧁ Marisella ꧂ Nothing compares to losing yourself in something so fulfilling that the rest of the world falls away. Lori’s quiet beauty bleeds through every pore, the kind of loveliness that’s deceptively soft and sweet. Having witnessed her fire for even just a second lets me in on her secret, though. She’s no pushover, and I translate that into art. I’d requested to use one of their more modern studio cameras. Mine would’ve raised eyebrows. She’d said she was tired, so I let her lie lazily atop a backless velvet sofa. I tell a story of a powerful woman with a designer bag hanging from the tips of her fingers. Her fur boots leisurely angled over the sofa. Her eyes are the main focus, even though the accessories are the main event. Soon, it becomes instinctive, my earlier anxiety disappearing on the heels of professionalism. They wanted to see what I could do. I show them—with stories, shots taken with the soul in mind. At some point during the shoot, my skin p
The Assassin’s Portrait: Stepbrother Dark Romance Chapter 17 - Razor’s Edge
꧁ Marisella ꧂The silence in the car builds and builds until I’m tempted to yodel just to fill it.I drag in a deep breath instead, adjusting in my seat.“So where’s your hound?” I ask, thinking of his bald driver/bodyguard.At first, Alexei doesn’t respond.My fingers begin to drum on the door panel, my feet tapping to imaginary tunes to replace the lack of mental stimulation.Then I chance a glance at him, a frown lining my brows.Alexei’s teeth are clamped down on his lower lip, gaze heated and focused on the road.His knuckles are a bloodless white around the wheel.My stomach drops.Christ.I hadn’t even thought that far back. Was he reliving the night at the hotel from just my question?I’d been genuinely curious about the large man who’d driven him that night and mentioned it for the sake of conversation.Slightly angling my knees toward the door, I make myself as small as possible. Because now, the knowledge of that forbidden night swirls between us like thick, dark smoke.Jus
The Assassin’s Portrait: Stepbrother Dark Romance Chapter 16 - Wild Ride
꧁ Marisella ꧂Two steps out the door, my body freezes, fight or flight taking over with preternatural force.Alexei hadn’t left.He sits in his car, a different one from the unforgettable night at the hotel.Same black sheen, but less flashy than the last. A camouflaged predator. And he is staring at me with those bottomless eyes through the rolled-down window.“Get in,” he grits.His tone snaps me out of my shocked daze.My lips curve in a sneer. “The hell I will.”I walk down the short steps to the lawn and follow the sidewalk in the direction of the garage. Mom’s well-loved Camaro is a little less than smooth, but it gets the job done.From behind me, I hear a car door slam.My palms instantly dampen with sweat, and I revisit that flight response.But I’m not running from Alexei. This is quite literally my hood. My house.He doesn’t get to order me around just because he can afford shiny cufflinks.“Marisella. Stop being unnecessarily stubborn.”I stop just before the garage, cha
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