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she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

Katy replied. I joined in, staring at Mom with my arms folded. "Who was it, Mom?" I asked with a serious face. "You guys are acting crazy. I only spoke to a client for a few minutes." Mom spoke. "So, you were talking to someone?" Katy asked. "Mom, we want to inform you that we are not interested in a stepdad. That is unless he can buy us a mansion and buy us each a car." Katy shot on another look before making her way out of the house. Her driver had arrived.

Disgusting , crazy and insane , the fuck what had just happened . I just can’t believe this babe , I can’t believe that my father is the one doing this crazy shot to me . If someone had found out about them in the first place and told me , I would never have believed . My own father , how could he be so pathetic . Right now the only thing that I just want is to be as far away from that bastard as I can . There is no way that I am going to be alive and let that bitch be my step mom .

Was I even sane anymore? “Strip.” I froze. My pulse thundered in my ears. I turned my head slowly, like someone who had just seen a ghost. But deep down… I wanted this. I loved the way he looked when he pretended to be furious—dark eyes blazing, jaw tight, that mature, dangerous scent of leather and cedar wrapping around me. My step-dad was too handsome, too controlled, too good at making a woman desperate for more. “Now.”

She suddenly seemed different from the Brielle he knew. The confidence and composed Brielle. She looked nervous. Meanwhile, her stepfather seemed to recognize Caden. He didn’t even seem upset at the fact that Caden had punched him. He smiled as blood trickled from his nose as his face transformed into a psychotic grin. “I don’t actually like to be called her stepdad. I’m her father. And you must be Caden Steele.” Caden nodded, awkwardly. “What an honor to finally meet you. My daughter has told me a lot about you. We’re practically family now. Nothing like a good punch to break the ice, right?” He laughed as he tapped Caden on the shoulder.

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

I always see them working out with Levy in the weight room but only now did I appreciate Uncle's body. He's just 35 and my Mom's 42. Levy and I are both 19. My stepdad is still young and he's not that too old but at his age, he's so damn hot. I tried to put what I saw out of my mind because I felt guilty. Mommy was always away from home because she was the corporate manager of the biggest company here in New York while Levy, Uncle Albert's son, preferred to live in his condo. The same thing happened again in the following days. I always caught my stepdad masturbating. But because I always saw him masturbating his own penis and moaning, I felt weird.

“Plus, Brad probably travels all the time, liaising with shareholders, meeting politicians, and bribing important people with his deep pockets. You know that’s par for the course in the construction biz. Developers are all shady as hell, and I’m sure Brad Landry is no different. So yeah, I don’t think there’s a bat’s chance in hell of crossing paths with my ex-stepfather.” Lila looks thoughtful. “Well, when you put it that way ...” I nod firmly while stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase. “I definitely think it won’t happen. But what about you? Don’t you have a summer job lined up with your uncle? Don’t you need to pack?” Lila blushes and suddenly turns back to her laptop. “Yes, I

I shook my head back and forth, frantically trying to find words to defend myself, but my throat felt completely tight. “You are nothing but a shameless whore, Kaira!” she screamed, stepping right into my personal space, her breath hot against my face. “Liam is your stepfather! He is my husband! He belongs to me, and you went out there and stole him from my own bed without a single shred of dignity or shame!”

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”