"Bless me daddy, for I have sinned."

Geoff Vasily was a sick bastard. He was depraved. 

I knew something was off about him the moment I saw his slicked golden hair and stony gray eyes. 

I used to live a cheap, albeit independent life supporting myself and my mother, despite my eighteen years of existence. 

The day he walked into the cafè, I knew the Devil had just walked into our lives. I told her not to take the card, but she didn't listen. 

Now, he doesn't even look at my mother. He's fixated on me. 

My stepfather. My doom.

Warning : This book is an age-gap, taboo romance, with dubious consent. If anyone is sensitive to this, I advise you not to read it.

Twisted Confessions

"Good evening! What can I get for you today?" I asked the middle aged lady standing in front of me. 


"I would love a bubble tea and a scone." 


As I prepared her bubble tea, I heated up a scone. I put them both on a tray and placed it in front of her. 


"Thank you." She tipped the jar and went to take a seat at an empty table. 


The door opened again and I gritted my teeth in anger. Chelsea and her entourage. She was the queen bitch. I had beef with her and I did not want her in my cafè. But, when I saw Dahlia walk behind them, worry gnawed at my gut. 


I saw that there were no new customers and went to their table. 


She smiled at me. "Chelsea wanted to get to know me better." 


I looked over at Chelsea and grimaced when she smirked. 


I dragged Dahlia behind the counter and spoke so my voice reached only her ears. 


"You can't possibly believe her, do you?" 


She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. 


Chapter 14