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He paused. “Remember, your step brothers Keith and London just returned to the States, your stepmother wants them to claim the Wellson Group.” He said conclusively after explaining conclusively. “Wow.” I slightly gasped. “It seems I will have to visit the family house again.” I muttered, staring at the blank wall. “Do you think that will work? It might trigger your stepmother to make things hard for your mother.” He reminded me dolefully. “But I can't sit and watch them mess with me!” I clenched my fist in anger.

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

My step-dad Ashley I am so angry with myself and my mom. I wanted her to be happy but I think I created my own grave. I will see her at her office She didn't want to receive me, I forced and she accepted Mom: Ashley I work Me: mom why are you doing this? I am your daughter Mom: and me your mother, you have the right to respect my privacy Me: what private life? That boy you married to is a bastard. What do you think?

“Sh-she saw everything.” Dad rubbed his face. “This is fucked.” I tucked myself away. “She needed to see. No more secrets.” Linda shot me a look. “Anyone ever told you you’re a sadist?” “Maybe.” I headed for the stairs. “I’m going up.” Dad grabbed my arm. “Leo–” I shook him off. “She’s my stepmom now. I’ll handle it.” I climbed the stairs slowly, pulse steady like it was going to snap under my feet. Her bedroom door was locked. I knocked on it.

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

“I’m Ares Callaghan.” My brows raised in confusion. “Am I meant to know you?” He smirked, his lips curling only slightly. “I’m the son of the man your mother just charmed her way into giving her a ring. Your future stepbrother.” I can’t tell what emotion I’m feeling the most. Shock? Rage? Embarrassment? How was he here across the country and in the club that I worked at? “Don’t get carried away now, Princess,” Ares said, pulling me out of my thoughts and back to staring at his devilishly handsome face.

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

I snapped taking a long sip of my drink as I looked away. “Then you leave me with no choice but to step in fully, taking over everything and also playing your part as a stepbrother!” he added. “Thirty days, Matteo,” he said without looking back. “Do not disappoint me again.” The door closed behind him and I just stood there in silence. Thirty days. To reclaim control. To reestablish dominance. And somehow— She was tangled in my mind while I calculated all of it. That irritated me more than my father’s ultimatum.

For one second, I saw past his cold exterior to the chaos beneath. "You're in heat, Leila. And every unmated male wolf in this pack house can smell it. But we..." His voice dropped. "We're smelling something more. Something that's making our wolves demand we claim you. Bond with you. Now." "But that's illegal," I whispered. "Step-siblings can't…" "We know." His jaw clenched harder. "Which is why this is a problem." A crash came from downstairs. Someone roared, wordless, furious.

But before I can step out, Theo turns to me, the look of concern still etched on his face. “Your stepmother is here,” he says. My eyebrows lift immediately. My stepmother? That witch. She must’ve heard from my father that I’m handling the major negotiation today. And being the hater she is, I’m sure she’s here to sabotage it—like always. I don’t want to get out. I want to stay in the car, lock the doors, and wait for the suppressant to kick in properly. But that’s not an option. Not when I’ve clawed my way into being taken seriously in this godforsaken company.