All Chapters of Claiming His Stepmother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

I hadn't even reached the library before Arthur intercepted me, his hand a cold shackle around my elbow, dragging me back into the one room where the walls feel like they’re closing in. He slams the heavy oak door of the master bedroom. The sound is final. A death knell. "Sit," he commands. It isn't the voice of the man who bought me luxurious designers. It is the voice of the man who bought me. I sink onto the edge of the massive bed. Arthur begins to strip off his suit jacket with a slow, terrifying precision. He tosses it aside and starts on his cufflinks, the gold clicking against the nightstand like a countdown. "Since I met you drowning in that miserable life of debt," he begins, his voice dropping into a low, vibrating register. "I saved you. I made sure you were not mistreated. I love you and gave you my name and everything.. And then I keep seeing that mark on your neck." "Arthur, please, it was an accident—" "Liar!" He lunges. "I’ve been very patient," he says, chuc

The chapel is a sea of white roses and smiles. It smells like expensive perfume and old money. Outside, the world thinks this is the wedding of the century. Inside, it feels like an execution.I stand in the front row, my hands shaking as I clutch my bouquet. Arthur stands beside me, his hand heavy on my shoulder. He’s smiling, proud of the empire he’s built. The music starts. It’s slow and haunting.Althea appears at the end of the aisle. She looks like a doll made of ice. Her dress is worth more than the apartment I grew up in, but her face is a mask of pure, hidden rage.As she walks, her eyes don’t go to the priest. They don't even go to the guest list. They snap to me.I shiver.She looks at me as if she knows I own black silk panties, knows about the bite mark on my neck, knows that every time Ethan looks at her, he’s wishing he was touching me.She reaches the altar. Ethan is standing there, tall and terrifying in a black tuxedo. He looks like a god who has just declared w

The morning sun is weak and grey through the basement windows. I slip away to the laundry room, needing to breathe. At breakfast, Ethan’s gaze was heavy and suffocating. It was obvious he was fighting himself, trying so hard not to claim me on that dining table while his wife and father sat right beside us.Suddenly, a hand shoots out from the shadows.It’s not a touch. It’s an ambush.Ethan’s fingers lock around my throat, not to choke me, but to control me. He slams me back against the cold, damp brick of the cellar wall. The stone is freezing against my thin dress, but the heat coming off his body is dangerous."You missed a payment, Sapphire."His voice is a low, jagged rasp. It’s not a question; it’s an accusation. His eyes are red-rimmed and wild, like a man who has spent the night pacing a cage."Ethan... please... someone will hear," I gasp, my hands clawing at his wrist."Let them hear," he snarls, his face so close his nose brushes mine. "I stood in that hallway until th