"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

When I entered the hallway the next day with Bran, I knew something was up. Many students were gathered around in the middle of the hallway. 


When I also made it to the circle, I noticed a leggy brunette in the centre. I nudged Brandon with my elbow. 


The brunette's eyes fell on mine and she smirked as Chelsea snorted. 


I felt Brandon's arm around my shoulder. 


"I'm your cuz silly. Scarlett Hayden." She held out her hand and I reluctantly shook it. 


Then, she roved her eyes up and down Bran's body, licking her upper lip and I instantly disliked her. It didn't take much for me to dislike a person. But, I'd give her the benefit of doubt since she was my cousin. 


Still, her eye-fucking Brandon? Yeah, that was a crime in my book. 


She threw herself at me and I lost my balance momentarily, but Brandon balanced me. 


"I'm so excited to live with you!" She squealed. 


Chapter 18