Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

Freya's POV The mirror in the bridal suite reflected a stranger in white. I stood motionless, hands hovering over the delicate lace of my gown as if afraid to touch it too hard and make the dream disappear. The dress was everything I imagined since I was sixteen—ivory satin hugging my waist, layers of tulle falling like soft clouds to the floor, off-the-shoulder sleeves that left my collarbones bare. The veil, pinned with tiny seed pearls, framed her face like a halo. Ten years, I thought, a quiet smile tugging at my lips. Ten years of waiting for this exact moment. I remembered the first time Dylan Voss kissed me behind the bleachers after the homecoming game. it was awkward, and sweet. I remembered the nights he’d driven me home after my stepmother Elaine had screamed at me for breathing too loudly, how he’d parked under the streetlight and held me until the shaking stopped. I remembered the way he looked at me when he proposed on one knee in the little park where we used to

### Chapter 3: Helene is disgraced.The projector screen glowed like a judgment seat.The hallway footage looped silently—Dylan’s hands sliding under Helene’s dress, her leg hooked high around his waist, their mouths fused in a hungry, shameless kiss—over and over, twenty feet tall, impossible to unsee.The ballroom froze for one perfect, suffocating second.Then it shattered.A collective gasp ripped through the crowd, followed by a wave of murmurs that grew into a roar.“Is that… Helene? The famous model and ambassador?” “She’s supposed to be the face of Elegance Luxe—dignity, class, all that bullshit.” “Look at her—legs spread in a hallway like a cheap escort.” “On her own sister’s wedding day? That’s not just shameless, that’s evil.” “I always knew she slept her way up, but this? This is disgusting.” “And Dylan Voss? What a spineless prick. Left his bride for that?”The words flew like knives—sharp, public, amd merciless.Guests pulled out phones, recording the screen, r

Freya's POVI changed in his bathroom with shaking hands.The wedding gown lay in a sodden heap on the tile floor like something dead. I peeled it off—lace sticking to my skin, cold and clammy—and stepped into the shower for thirty seconds, just long enough to rinse the rain and mascara from my face. No soap. No time to feel clean. I just needed to stop shivering.His T-shirt was huge on me. Soft gray cotton that fell to mid-thigh, sleeves past my elbows. I found a pair of his ordinary black sweatpants in the hamper—way too big, but I rolled the waistband twice and cinched it tight. The shirt hung loose, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples were. They poked through like they had a mind of their own.I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself.Mascara gone. Hair dripping. Cheeks flushed from crying and cold. But my eyes—they looked different. Sharper. Hungrier.I stepped out.Ryder was already back, standing by the bed with a small ceramic jug of coffee an