Claiming His Stepmother
I was a saint in the light, but a sinner in the dark.
To the world, I was a good girl marrying a billionaire twice my age. To Arthur Reynolds, I was his "angel", the virtuous bride who would bring life back into his silent mansion.
But I wasn’t a saint. I was a secret.
For six months, I was the girl on the pole at The Velvet Room. And Ethan Reynolds: Arthur’s cold, predatory, and brutally handsome son was my most frequent customer. He’d paid thousands to watch me, touch me, discipline me, and ruin me. He knew every curve of my body, every lie in my soul, and every scream I could produce.
Now, I’m wearing his father’s ring. I’m living under his roof. And Ethan isn't just w