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By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them.
When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined.
Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin.

 What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering?
That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness.
But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own.

 Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t.
It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?

My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

I wake up in what seems like a room—-wait where am I? I'm about to start sitting up straight but everything comes crashing down like a slideshow in a cinema. Ella, Nick, Isabella. Now that I think of it, why did they put me in such a comfortable king-size bed?

"-we need to make sure I make Rowan pay me a large amount before we give him to her!"

I opened my eyes more than when I had woken up so that I could see who it was that spoke. I instantly shut them due to the overbearing light that slices through them.

"Looks like someone's awake," Ella says.

"The curtains," I say softly. Not because I want to speak lightly but because my throat feels dry.

CHAPTER 56