บททั้งหมดของ Taken by my stepfathers: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Daddy’s POVThe evening had settled into the house with a heavy, expectant quiet. We had scrubbed the salt and the sweat of the afternoon from our skin, trading the raw chaos of the bedroom for the sharp, tailored lines of our evening clothes. The study was the heart of this island, a place of cold mahogany, leather-bound secrets, and the faint, permanent scent of expensive tobacco and aged scotch. My sons stood like sentinels—Daniel by the window, Silas in the deepest shadows, Jonas near the medical archives, Felix lounging by the bar, and Luca checking the flight logs on his tablet.I sat in my high-backed leather chair, the weight of the empire resting on my shoulders. I hadn't summoned her, but I knew she was coming.She didn't knock. She entered the room with terrifyingly confident grace. She didn't look like the girl who had been trembling under Silas and Felix hours ago. She looked like a woman who had finally realised the power she held in this house. Without a word, she walke

Eden’s POVNew York was loud, vibrating with the energy that matched the static hum under my skin. I hadn't seen Daniel and the rest of the brothers for about two days. Since we landed, it was as if they had evaporated into the city's concrete canyons the moment the car doors closed at the airfield. None of them lived here—this was Daniel’s house, his private sanctuary in the city—and they had all scattered back to their own lives and their own domains. Even Luca, who had offered me that rare, fragile promise of a choice, was buried in the study. He was the only one who had stayed behind, but he was a ghost behind a heavy oak door. I’d seen the flickering light under the frame and heard the muffled drone of international flight manifests and logistical coordinates, but the door remained shut. I was alone, rattling around in the vacuum of their absence.The silence of that house was starting to feel like a physical weight, a velvet shroud that pressed against my lungs until I couldn't

Eden’s POVTwo days.Two days since Luca walked out of my room and left me shivering in the dark with a two-week sentence hanging over my head. The house felt like a tomb. I couldn’t stand the silence, and I certainly couldn’t stand the pulsing ache between my legs that wouldn't go away. Luca thought he had disciplined me, but all he had done was turn my frustration into a desperate, driving need.I wasn’t going to sit in the house and wait for permission to feel alive. If Luca wouldn't touch me, and Daniel was nowhere to be found, I would find someone who would.I pulled out my phone and texted Claire. Send me the address to Felix’s club. Now.She didn't ask questions. Five minutes later, a pin dropped on my map. I went to my dressing room and bypassed everything modest. I pulled out a set of sheer red lace lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination. I stepped into a pair of six-inch red boots that made me feel powerful, then threw on a long red trench coat to hide the fire

Jonas’s POVMy hospital was a monument to efficiency, white marble, glass, and the hum of high-end machinery. I lived in a world of data and chemical balances. My brothers dealt in blood and power, but I handled the biological reality of this family.I was in my private office at the hospital, reviewing surgical charts, when the call came through. It was Eden. She claimed she was in severe pain, a "sharp, burning sensation" in her pelvic region. She told my assistant it was an emergency and that she wouldn't see anyone but me.I knew exactly what she was doing. I’d heard about the "accidents" with Silas and the failed stunt at Felix’s club.Our little mouse!She was hunting for the weak link, and she thought the doctor, the man sworn to "do no harm", would be her easiest mark."Bring her to Exam Room 4," I told my nurse. "And clear the hall."When I walked into the room, Eden was already there. She looked frayed, but her eyes were sharp. She was wearing a silk wrap dress that looked l

Eden’s POVThe bedroom door didn't just open; it was invaded. I had barely stepped out of my gown, the midnight blue silk pooling at my feet, when the lock clicked with a heavy thud. Luca was inside before I could scream. His face was a mask of cold, disciplined fury, a side of the "kind" pilot I had never seen. He didn't say a word. He grabbed my wrist in a grip that felt like a steel cuff and hauled me out of the room.He didn't take me to the study. He led me down, past the main floors, into the bowels of the estate. The air turned damp and cold, smelling of stone and old leather. The dungeon.Before we entered the main chamber, Luca stopped. "Strip. Everything," he commanded. I stood there, trembling and naked in the freezing corridor, before he led me inside. The room was lit by flickering torches and a single, harsh overhead light. He forced me into a heavy wooden chair in the centre of the room, my wrists and ankles bound tight with leather straps.Everyone was already there, s