All Chapters of Claiming His Stepmother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

19 Chapters

Chapter One: The Velvet Room

⚠️ AUTHOR’S DISCLAIMERThis is a work of Dark Romance intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit content, dark themes, power imbalances, and "forbidden" scenarios that are meant for entertainment purposes. Please read with caution.💋 A NOTE FROM ZORA GREYWelcome to the Reynolds mansionI’ve poured a lot of myself into this story, maybe a little too much. So, here is my little secret for you: Although this story has my name, it’s still fictional... but then again, you all can just assume it’s me. 😉If you can’t handle the heat, stay out of Ethan’s space. But if you like it rough, forbidden, and a little bit dangerous... you’ve come to the right place.Let the sinning begin.— Zora Grey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter One: The Velvet RoomZora Grey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The bass of the music thrums through the soles of my feet, vibrating up my legs until it settles in my chest. The Velvet Room is a sea of expensive cologne, stale smoke, and the heavy, desperate scent of men looking

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Chapter Two: The Inheritance of Sin

The grand foyer of the Reynolds estate is a cathedral of marble and gold - a place designed to make one feel small. And yet, here I am, the wife of the man who owns it all; a multi-billionaire’s bride."Zora, my dear! He’s finally here," Arthur beams. His arm slides around my waist, his touch proprietary and heavy with a warmth that makes my skin prickle. "I want you to meet the son I told you about. He’s the one who truly runs the family business while I play the part of the retired patriarch."I turn, a polite, practiced smile plastered on my face. It is the mask of the innocent girl Arthur believes he has rescued from the cold streets - the one he thinks is a diamond in the rough. I have spent weeks perfecting this look: the lowered lashes, the soft tilt of the head, the illusion of a girl who has never known the bite of a man’s hand.And then, the world stops. The air in my lungs turns to shards of glass, shredding my throat as I try to breathe.The man standing before us isn't

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Chapter Three: The Sinner in the White Dress

The diamond band on my finger feels like a shackle, cold and heavy enough to drag me through the floorboards. I stand in the center of the master suite of the Reynolds mansion, surrounded by the scent of expensive lilies and old money.I am Zola Reynolds now. The wife of a billionaire.But seeing Ethan here makes everything worse. I never told Arthur that I was once a stripper, a life I led out of pure survival to fend for myself and bury my debts. Arthur believes I am just a struggling girl who lost her mother to the same medical bills I spent my nights dancing to pay off.My stomach twists. Will Ethan tell him? He has been a silent shadow since our introduction yesterday, watching me commit this ultimate fraud with those storm-grey eyes.The door behind me clicks shut."Arthur?" I turn, a practiced, gentle smile on my face. "I was just starting to—"The smile dies. The blood in my veins turns to slush.It isn’t Arthur.Ethan is leaning against the heavy oak door, his arms crossed o

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Chapter Four: The First Payment

The grandfather clock in the downstairs hall chimes twelve times, each stroke sounding like a judge’s gavel.Beside me, Arthur is a rhythmic, heavy presence. He has already fallen into the deep, medicine-induced sleep of the elderly. His hand, thin and liver-spotted, rests near mine on the silk duvet. Arthur hasn't touched me yet, exhaustion from the wedding and the weight of his age claimed him before he could even try. I feel like a criminal as I slowly, inch by inch, slide out from under the covers.My heart thunders so loudly I am certain the entire mansion can hear it.I don’t wear a robe. I don’t put on slippers. Following Ethan’s whispered command from earlier, I remain in the only thing I have left from the wedding: the white lace garter belt and a pair of sheer stockings. I throw a silk trench coat over myself, the cold air of the hallway biting at my bare legs as I slip out of the master suite.Every creak of the floorboards makes me freeze, my breath hitching in my throa

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Chapter Five: The Brand of a Sinner (Pt 1)

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the breakfast feels like a spotlight on a crime scene. I feel exposed, raw, and aching in places I can’t explain to the man sitting at the head of the table.I’ve wrapped a silk Hermès scarf around my neck three times, the knot tight enough to make it hard to swallow. I’ve layered on enough concealer to hide a murder, but the skin beneath the silk is throbbing. I can still feel the ghost of Ethan’s teeth sinking into my flesh."You look a bit pale this morning, Zola," Arthur says, his voice full of genuine concern. He’s sipping his tea, looking every bit the gentle billionaire who thinks he’s rescued a damsel. "Did you not sleep well? The first night in a new house can be… unsettling.""I’m fine, Arthur," I lie, my voice sounding thin to my own ears. "Just a bit of a headache. The excitement of the wedding, I suppose."Across from me, the sound of a silver knife scraping against porcelain makes me flinch.Ethan is sitting

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Chapter Six: The Brand of a Sinner (Pt 2)

The breakfast continues. Arthur is back to reading the morning paper, occasionally commenting on the stock market or the weather, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife is drowning in the seat next to him.I keep my hand pressed firmly over the scarf now, but it doesn't matter. The damage is done. The mark is burned into Arthur's mind, and the memory of its creation is burned into mine.But Ethan isn't finished.I feel it first as a light pressure against the hem of my silk gown. I freeze, my fork halfway to my mouth. Beneath the table, Ethan’s foot is moving. He’s kicked off his loafers, and I can feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of my dress.He starts at my ankle, his toes tracing the bone with a slow, agonizing precision. I try to pull my legs back, to tuck them under my chair, but his leg is a heavy, immovable barrier. He traps my calves between his feet, his toes beginning a slow, rhythmic climb up the inside of my thigh."The omelet is excellent, don't y

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Chapter Seven: The Passenger’s Tax

The air in the back of the Bentley is thick, tasting of expensive leather and the suffocating scent of Arthur’s cologne.Arthur sits in the front passenger seat, his profile relaxed as he hums along to a soft jazz track on the radio. He looks every bit the contented man. To him, this is a beautiful Saturday morning, a chance to spoil his new, young bride with a shopping spree at the most exclusive boutiques in the city.I am sitting directly behind Ethan.The driver’s seat is adjusted back, and even through the leather, I can feel the heat radiating from his massive frame. He is focused on the road, his large hands gripping the steering wheel at ten and two. He looks professional, the dutiful son acting as a chauffeur, but the way he watches me through the rearview mirror tells a different story.Every time our eyes meet in that small sliver of glass, my breath hitches. His gaze is a physical weight, stripping away my silk dress and my dignity."I’ve already called ahead to Valentin

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Chapter Eight: Mirror, Mirror (Pt 1)

The boutique is a shrine to excess: white marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and racks of silk and designers that cost more than my soul. Arthur is in his element, sipping champagne in a luxurious armchair while a flurry of assistants bring him gowns to inspect."This one, I think," Arthur says, pointing to a midnight-blue silk dress with a dangerously low back. "And the violet lace. Go on, Zola. Try them on for daddy."I take the armful of fabric and retreat toward the back of the store. The dressing area is a private hallway lined with heavy, silver-trimmed doors. I step into one, the thick carpet muffling the world outside. The room is lined with mirrors, reflecting every inch of my anxiety.I start to unzip my own dress, my hands shaking. The silk slips down my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I pick up the violet dress, pulling it up to my waist, but it remains unzipped, the lace draping loosely around my hips.Suddenly, the door clicks.I spin around, clutching

Last Updated : 2026-01-24

Chapter Nine: Mirror, Mirror (Pt 2)

His fingers are a heavy, molten weight against my core, thrusting into me with a rough, rhythmic urgency that makes my head swim. His intent is crystal clear: he is waiting for me to fail."Zola?" Arthur’s voice comes again, closer this time, filtered through the thick wood of the door. "Is the dress too small? I can ask the attendant for another size."Ethan doesn't pull away. Instead, he drives three fingers deep inside me, his thumb hooking over my swollen nub and grinding into it with a brutal, circular motion."Mmmph!" I bite my lip so hard I taste copper, my eyes widening in the mirror. I am trapped between the freezing glass and the furnace of his body."Answer him, mother," Ethan whispers, his lips grazing my ear as he continues to pump his hand. The sound of his fingers moving - squelch, squelch, squelch - feels loud enough to vibrate through the door."I-I’m..." I choke out, my voice trembling as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls through me. Ethan thrusts harder, his fingers

Last Updated : 2026-01-25

Chapter Ten: The Ghost of Sapphire

The grand ballroom is a dizzying swirl of gold leaf, orchestral music, and the hollow laughter of the elite. I am a vision in midnight-blue silk and family diamonds, clutching Arthur’s arm as if it’s a life raft."You’re the star of the evening, Zola," Arthur beams, introducing me to another senator.But I feel a cold sweat pooling under my lace. On my other side, Ethan is a silent, dark sentinel. He hasn't left my side since we arrived. Every time a man looks at me too long, Ethan’s hand goes to the small of my back; a possessive squeeze that tells the world I am claimed, even if the world thinks it’s Arthur doing the claiming.Then, I see him.Standing by the bar is a man named Calder. He was a regular at The Velvet Room. A man who once offered me five figures to go home with him, an offer I took and he had rough sex with me, he wasn’t gentle at all. His eyes lock onto mine, widening in shock before a slow, greasy smirk spreads across his face.He doesn't look at me as Mrs. Reyno

Last Updated : 2026-01-26

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