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The ruthless owners of Hawthorne Holdings, the same company that swallowed my stepfather’s business whole two months ago. A sharp, hollow laugh bubbles up in my chest before I can stop it. Of course it’s them. My stepfather didn’t just sell me tonight. He sold me to the men who ruined him. For one dollar. And a cent. (If you’re just starting this book, could you please go check out the other one? It’s super interesting, I promise. It’s called, My Fiancé’s Uncle Is Obsessed With Me)

“If this is who I’m becoming, I’ll face it. Eyes open.” Their eyes locked. And they ran. Into the blood-colored light. Into whatever was coming next. To My Dear Readers, First of all, thank you so much for reading my story. Your support, feedback, and messages have meant the world to me. So most of you wouldn't know that this novel is signed and not locked due to some issues I had With my editor telling me is AI generated,I didn't bother but rewrote it again,now contacting my editor seems like pouring water into a basket,cause no response or even a say concerning the ones I have written apart from that I got in contact with the team they told me they would reach out to him and stuff but no a

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

The way his tongue swept across my upper lip, sending waves of pleasure down my body until he bit me! "Ouch!" I wretched my mouth from his, shoving at his chest to get him off me but he didn't budge. "That was for thinking you could run away from me. You are mine Rayla, therefore you need to understand there is no running from me." He finally pushes himself off, looking down at me with an amused expression. I shot him a glare as I got up from the ground, wondering what the hell is wrong with me! I just made out with my step-brother on a dirt filled ground, how shameless can one be?

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?

The house was silent, but my mind was a storm. I sat on the edge of my bed; my skin was still tingling from the rough heat of the office. I had just been taken by my stepfather. Fucked. Raw. Hard. I was supposed to feel sick, right? I was supposed to be crying. But as I sat there in the light of the bathroom, the only thing I could feel was the pulsing ache for him to do it again. The ache to be bent over again and again. I had loved every inch of what he had done to me. I loved the way he looked at me like I was a property he couldn't afford to lose. And the fact that he had those files all this while, when I thought I was alone, hidden... fuck!

“You belong to me for one year. Whatever I want. Whenever I want. In exchange, I wipe every cent of the debt. Your mother walks away clean. New life. New start. No collectors. No broken kneecaps. Nothing.” My mouth went dry. “Belong to you?” I repeated. The words tasted wrong. Victor’s eyes dragged down my body slowly, like he was already deciding where he wanted to start. “You’re a smart girl. You know what I mean.” Heat rushed up my neck and into my cheeks. I felt it between my legs too, a traitorous little throb I refused to acknowledge. This was my stepfather. My mom’s husband. This was sick. But the way he looked at me…

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

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.