All That Glitters Is My Stepdad.
Cierra Monroe never meant to steal her mother's life.
One veil. One signature. One wedding meant to save her family....But lies spoken at an altar don't disappear.
Dominic Vance remembers the girl who stood beside him. The way she trembled. The way her eyes lingered.
And when the truth comes out, he doesn't let her go.
What starts as a secret turns into obsession.
What feels like protection becomes control.
And love quickly turns violent.
Cierra is hunted, locked away, and forced to choose between men who all want her for different reasons.
Her boyfriend fights for her freedom.
Her protector betrays her trust.
And her stepfather decides she belongs to him.
Blood is spilled.
Guns are raised.
Promises are broken.
And Cierra learns too late that some vows never end... even when they were never meant to be real.
Because not all that glitters is gold.
Sometimes... all that glitters is my stepdad.
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Chapter 1
Cierra's POV
"Mom, you have to be kidding me..."
I stood in the middle of my bedroom, staring down at my phone like it had personally betrayed me. Mom was on FaceTime, newly applied bridal makeup still perfect despite the chaos she was dealing with in court.
"I am not kidding. It's just for an hour," she insisted, voice too calm for the madness she was asking for.
I scoffed. "What if George comes in?"
"George doesn't need to know," she said. "Cierra, can't you do one tiny thing for your mother?"
"It's not tiny," I muttered. "He's going to know."
"There's no way he will. We both work out, same body shape..." she waved her hand casually.
"My boobs are fuller," I cut in.
She laughed. "That is why I love you, my baby."
"Mom, don't fucking try to bribe me with love."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about love," she said, smirking. "I was going to bribe you with something better."
I narrowed my eyes. "Get the vibrator after your court case."
"Cierra Monroe! What the hell?"
"That's the only bribe my soul recognizes."
We both burst into laughter, the kind that made my chest tighten from the knowledge that none of this was actually funny.
"Thank you so much, sweetie," she said genuinely.
"Thank goodness veil removal is optional. He'll just see the... mini you," I teased.
She snorted. "Exactly. The perfect decoy bride."
I sobered and looked at her carefully. "Mom... you will win this case, right?"
She hesitated for half a second... too long.
"I always win. Trust your mother."
"I do. But why would they withhold your flight ticket if the situation isn't serious?"
She sighed. "Well, your mom is a..."
My doorbell rang loudly, cutting her off.
"Duty calls," I said with a groan.
"Sure," she said. "But remember..."
"I know, I know. A secret between a mother and daughter stays between a mother and daughter."
"That's my girl." She blew a kiss and the call cut.
I dropped the phone on my bed. "Oh, fuck. This week is going to be a crazy-ass week."
I opened the door...and froze.
My boyfriend.
No, not my boyfriend.
My ex.
George Don.
Looking like he'd forgotten how to breathe, let alone speak.
"Um... hello?" I forced out.
"Cierra..." he breathed, like my name still belonged on his tongue.
I stepped aside. "Come in."
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I grabbed the nearest cigarette and lit it. His eyes followed every move, hunger dripping from his stare.
"So... why are you here?" I asked, exhaling smoke toward him.
"Call me an obsessed ex," he said with a half-smirk.
"Oh, right," I said. "So you walked the earth searching for better coochie and discovered they could never beat mine?"
He chuckled. "Nice guess."
My eyes narrowed. "Shut up, motherfucker."
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, I shoved the cigarette between his lips and pushed him backward onto my couch, climbing onto his lap like instinct had taken over.
He lifted me effortlessly, carried me into the bathroom, pressing me against the wet tiles, water splashing over both of us. His jeans dropped to the floor, his cock hard and heavy against my thigh.
"Say you want it," he growled against my lips.
I gasped. "I want it."
He didn't wait. His hand shoved up my gown, ripping my panties down. My legs wrapped around his waist, he rubbed his cock as he slammed into me, deep, hard, brutal.
"Ohhh fuck..." I cried, biting into his shoulder as he fucked me against the wall, water pouring down on us.
He grunted, his hand choking me lightly, eyes dark and wild. "You like that, don't you? Being ruined by someone you know shouldn't be in your life anymore.."
"Yes...oh god yes," I moaned, nails digging into his back.
He flipped me, bending me over the sink, slamming into me harder, faster. My reflection in the mirror showed me: messy hair, parted lips, eyes gone wild with lust. I didn't even recognize myself.
He spanked me, the sound echoing in the steam. "Take it."
I screamed his name...no...I screamed nonsense, screamed pleasure, screamed everything I'd been holding in..
He sighed. "Fuck."
"You love it, don't you?" He turned me, grabbing my waist as he kissed me deeply, passionately but I was never a girl of passion as he dragged my shirt down to my bare breast.
I took his hands and traced them to my nipples as he bit my tongue, kissing me like this could be our last make out.
"Fuck, you must be starving..." He said as i moaned 'mhmm' under my breath.
I raised my legs, spreading them wide open for easy penetration as he adjusted and pulled out his cock.
"C'mon, slide it all in." I said, rubbing his cock.
"Fuck fuck, do it however you please, princess." He whispered, feeling the warmth of my hand on his cock.
I stroked his cock profusely before inserting it...
He felt my tight pussy compressed as he began moving in slowly.
"Fast, please." I moaned out as he held my neck and began thrusting fast.
He ploughed non-stop as i gave out sounds of pleasure, He held my legs tightly, as he kept fucking me deep, hitting every corner of my pussy.
He leaned closer, kissing and fumbling my breast...Just as his hands slid up my back..
A knock.
He frozed.
"No. No, ignore it," I hissed.
Again...Knock. Knock.
Insistent. Sharp.
Then, a white envelope slid under my door, gliding across the floor like a threat.
George sat back. "Is it bad?"
I picked up the envelope...thick paper, gold seal, expensive trouble.
My name handwritten across the front.
I ripped it open.
Read.
And felt my stomach drop into hell itself.
"Oh... what the actual fuck..."
"Worse than bad?" George asked carefully.
I swallowed hard, fingers trembling as I stared at the shocking words stamped inside.
"Much worse," I said... because the universe had officially lost its mind.
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Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family.
Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run.
But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away.
When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her.
"You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."
8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
8.0
I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair.
They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves.
Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment.
But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger.
In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all.
7.1
Astrid waited for Joshua all night as she usually did... And the first thing she received, instead of a cold greeting, was the divorce papers.
"Why?" were her only words when she saw the agreement.
Joshua looked at her indifferently. "It's enough. It's a waste of time to continue this marriage. In the first place, if it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you... Sign it!" he shouted. Astrid, her eyes filled with tears, hurriedly took the divorce agreement and put it in her mouth. "I don't want a divorce!" Astrid cried. Joshua didn't respond, he just looked at her and walked away. After all, it was difficult to get into the heart of someone like Joshua. She stood firm in her decision. She had married to take care of her mother's health... Until she lost her too, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. "He doesn't feel anything for me," she said, wiping her teary eyes. "In the future, I will never appear in front of him again." She took her luggage and, accompanied by a heavy snowfall, disappeared along with her footprints in the snow. She left behind only her signature on the divorce agreement. With a trembling body, she escaped. Five years later, a little boy reminded her of the person she tried to forget.
7.3
A mafia billionaire single dad romance.
I just discovered the don's darkest secret. Wait 'til he finds out mine...
The Bratva don and I made a deal:
Spare my father. Take me instead.
But Dmitry Tsezar wasn't satisfied with my body.
He wanted everything else, too.
My obedience. My submission.
My heart. My soul.
And when that still wasn't enough, he came to take my life.
But then I found something.
Something twisted. Something wrong.
Something hidden in a locked room of his mansion, in a wing he warned me never, ever to wander near.
When I opened the door and discovered Dmitry's secret...
Everything changed forever.
9.0
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."
"And send the wolves."