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Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

But here I was, just now getting dressed. I dashed out of the bathroom, still dripping, and flung open my wooden wardrobe. Its doors were barely hanging on, termites long since making a meal of it. I grabbed the only dress that could possibly pass for the day. It had a small hole in the back. Whatever. No one would care. No one ever did. Just as I was pulling it over my head, the door to my room slammed open. “Orphan!” His voice struck like a whip. Alpha King Lucien Thorn, my stepfather.

ELYSIA. That rude man from the day before... He's Mr. Steele's son? His hazel orbs were on me lazily, and he had an indifferent expression. Should I say the universe is truly against my happiness in my mom's home? Why would this man of all people be my stepbrother? Slight annoyance was starting to boil in me. I suddenly realized Mr. Steele was waiting for my response with the same smile still on his lips. "Oh, hello-- Zane." I forced a smile.

Without thinking, I ran to the stranger and hugged him tightly, whispering against his chest: ‎ ‎“Save me… please.” ‎The entire hall gasped. ‎Lila shouted, “What do you mean you love my stepbrother?!” ‎ ‎I looked up at the tall man with pleading eyes and said the words that would change everything: ‎ ‎“Marry me.” ‎ ‎

Chapter 1: I Get Blackmailed by My Well-Hung Stepbrother After He Discovers I’m the Filthy P**n Author He’s Been Jerking Off To The blizzard rages outside like it wants to bury us alive. Snow piles high against the windows, cutting us off from the world. Mom and Dad are trapped in the city, roads impassable for at least three days. Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life.

"Then I'll take them myself. And I won't be nearly as gentle as your father was with your mother." The line went dead. --- End of Chapter Sixteen.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

Annalise shouted. “What? Am I lying?” She shouted back at her. I got up from the chair and ran out. I couldn't listen to any more of their bantering. Why did the moon goddess have to treat me like this? What did I ever do to her? Why does she hate me very much? My mate was going to be my stepfather? What do you call the man who marries your stepmom? I didn't even know. Goodness, what sort of twisted life was this? Tears rolled down both sides of my cheeks and I felt Elena come forward.

I was dealing with a beast, and I knew it. “Whatever made you believe you can escape my grasp? I own you bitch! You’re my property, which means I can do anything, and I mean anything I want with you. The sooner you realize, the better for us.” he drawled with an icy tone. He dumped me back on the floor before turning to face my stepmother; my father was nowhere in sight.