"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

I decided to come home early today, because why not? My dorogoy barely has time for me as is, plus I can take care of the kids while I'm at home. 


As soon as I opened the door, the twins latched on to both of my legs. I pretended to fall down and heard both their giggles. 


Ava and Mikhail. They blabbered on about something at the same time, but I'm not fluent in baby gibberish. 


But, I did seem to nod at the right time and laugh at the right time because they gave me proud looks. Then, they ran back to the living room. 


I followed them and spotted my dorogoy on the floor with all kinds of art supplies scattered around. Even Yvette was there. We hired her as the nanny. The twins were a mixture of me and my wife. Blond hair and green eyes. 


Epilogue