All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Eden’s POVThe deadline Marcus had set arrived with no ceremony. Tomorrow night became tonight, and the estate felt it in every corridor.Security had been tightened to the highest level we had ever run. Every entrance was double-manned. Drones flew continuous overlapping patterns. The inner perimeter around the main house was sealed. Non-essential staff had been cleared. Jonas had converted one of the lower rooms into a fully stocked medical station. Daniel and Michael monitored every external feed in the operations room. Silas moved through the grounds like a shadow that refused to rest.I stayed in the central wing with Daddy, as agreed. Not locked away. Not sidelined. But covered.“He’s going to try something that feels personal,” I said as the last of the daylight faded. “He said the next loss would not be information or money. That means people.”Daddy stood at the window with the reinforced shutter half open, eyes on the dark grounds. “We know. Every soft target has been pulled

Eden’s POVThe day after Daddy’s claiming passed in a blur of tightened security and quiet operational updates. Marcus had gone silent again after the probe with Felix’s photograph, but no one trusted the silence. The house remained locked down. The men remained close.I was in the smaller library on the second floor when Daniel found me. He closed the door behind him with a soft, deliberate click and leaned back against it for a moment, simply looking at me. Where Daddy’s dominance was heavy and absolute, Daniel’s was quieter, colder, and precise—like a blade that never needed to be raised to be dangerous.“You’ve been running on adrenaline and orders for days,” he said. His voice was calm. Controlled. “It’s time you remembered your place with me.”I felt the shift immediately. The air in the room changed.“Come here, pet.”The name landed low in my stomach. I set down the file I had been holding and walked to him. When I stopped in front of him, he didn’t touch me right away. He sim

Eden’s POVSilas found me in the east corridor after the evening security rotation. He didn’t speak at first. He simply wrapped one hand around my upper arm, firm and unyielding, and steered me into one of the reinforced guest suites that had been converted for close-protection use. The door shut behind us with a heavy, final sound. The lock turned.Silas was the most ruthless of them. Everyone in the family knew it. Outside these walls the underground still called him the Butcher of Berlin with a mixture of fear and respect. He had built his reputation on precision, finality, and a complete absence of hesitation. Yet when he turned to face me, the thing that lived in his eyes was not only the cold edge of that reputation. It was hunger, possession, and something rawer that he rarely allowed anyone to see.“You keep giving pieces of yourself to this war,” he said, voice low and rough. “To Father. To Daniel. To Jonas. To the house. To the threat outside. Tonight you give the rest to me

Eden’s POVLuca found me on the upper landing after the late security sweep. He didn’t announce himself with authority the way others preferred. He simply appeared at the end of the corridor, dark eyes steady, and said my name once.“Eden.”I stopped. He walked toward me with the same controlled economy of movement he used around aircraft and systems—efficient, with nothing wasted. When he reached me, he didn’t immediately touch. He studied my face as if running a diagnostic.“You’ve given pieces to all of them,” he said. “Grandpa, my fathers, Jonas, and Felix. I’ve waited. I’m done waiting.”There was no elaborate speech. Luca had never needed one. He took my hand and led me to the suite at the end of the restricted wing—the one with the reinforced windows and the clean, minimal layout he preferred when he stayed on the estate. He locked the door, turned, and finally put his hands on me.The kiss was deep and focused, nothing hesitant about it. His hands slid under my clothes with de

Eden’s POVThey did not leave me on the table for long.Daddy lifted me first, strong arms sliding under my back and knees, carrying me as if I weighed nothing. The others followed. We moved through the quiet, fortified corridors of the estate to the large master suite that had been prepared for close protection. The door shut. The lock turned. The air inside was already warm.Daddy laid me down in the center of the massive bed. Before I could sit up, Silas and Daniel were there with soft, strong restraints—black padded cuffs attached to long straps that had been secured to the bedposts. They worked without rushing. One cuff closed around my right wrist, then my left, arms drawn out and up until they were stretched wide above my head.Then my ankles. Each leg was pulled outward until I was completely open, thighs spread, sex exposed to the cool air and to every pair of eyes in the room. The straps were tightened just enough that I could feel the stretch in my shoulders and hips, but n