Judged

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

"Read that to me again, but this time cover your face." Janette has been told one thing all her life. "You're fucking ugly." Judged and humiliated because of her looks, she hopes to live a silent and uneventful life filled with unrealized dreams and solitude, but all that changes the moment Billionaire father and son, Ayden, and Xavier Bravlov make an entrance into her life. Ayden is a man well known for his striking good looks and amazing business prowess. He's a social recluse and also a veteran actor. Everyone knows that since the death of his wife, he has withdrawn from society and hardly steps out of his mansion, yet he breaks his protocol, interrupts a class, and takes a young girl into his custody. It's strange, but Ayden Bravlov isn't a man who does things without a reason. With Mr. Ayden as a former actor himself, and with her passion for acting and her aspiration to become an actress, Janette agrees to his strange terms and soon finds herself thrust into a world of conspiracies, discoveries, and forbidden passion. He is older than her, and way out of her league, but a girl can hope can't she? Apart from Mr. Bravlov though, there is also one person she didn't see coming. One person her heart aches for in a totally different way, and who she can't get her mind off. She knows she's doomed when he's the son of the billionaire she's working for, but she can't control the attraction that grows deeper between them by the day. Will Janette be able to decide between these two men? And what happens when she finds out that she might not be fully human? The same way the two men her heart aches for are also not fully human.

“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “How old are you?” “18” “How old is your father?” “38,” I replied truthfully. “Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?” “None.” He chuckled as I responded. “You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!” “My panties made you hard!” “You think so?” “Yes,” I responded confidently. “Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”