Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather
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I caught my boyfriend cheating.
So I went to the one man he feared most-his father.
But heartbreak turned into hate.
And hate led me straight into Asher's arms. Now I'm caught in something twisted and wrong...
It was meant to hurt him.
Still he won't let me go without a fight.
Asher Thompson isn't just a father.
He's the man behind the mask. A mafian billionaire who hides his criminal empire beneath silk suits and polite smiles.
And now, he owns me.
I wanted revenge, to make Henry hurt.
But each time Asher took me apart with a look.
And every time I try to leave, he drags me deeper into his world of secrets and sin.
He touches me like he owns me. He looks at me like I was made to be his.
But I don't know what's worse, the pain Henry caused...
Or how much I still feel for him, even while I'm in his father's bed.
And when the truth comes out?
Someone's going to bleed.
And I'm not sure I want to survive it.
This started with heartbreak.
Now it's war.
And I'm the one holding the match.
Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather Chapter 1
The night was loud with laughter, the bass of the background music blending. Lit by warm amber lights that gave Solex Bar its usual Friday night glow.
Caleb leaned back in his seat, his fingers loosely wrapped around a half-full glass of wine, phone resting idle in his palm. His friends, Jaden, Derek, and Will, were clustered around him in their usual booth, the air thick with jokes.
Caleb held his phone lazily in his palm, pointing it toward Jaden with a teasing grin. "You must be joking."
They all burst out laughing.
"I still can't believe Will's getting married," Jaden said, lifting his glass in mock salute. "Guess that makes me a godfather soon."
"You're crazy," Caleb chuckled, shaking his head.
Derek leaned forward, elbows on the table. "So which hotel are we staying at tomorrow?"
"Calm down, man," Caleb said, flashing a knowing smile.
"I am calm."
Jaden let out a dreamy sigh. "And Mia's so beautiful."
"For that," Caleb said, nodding slowly, "I give Will his flowers. She's stunning."
The table went quiet for a second, all eyes on Caleb.
"What?" he asked, brows raised.
Derek smirked. "Coming from a queer?"
Caleb rolled his eyes and took another sip of his wine.
Will just smiled, watching them all with quiet amusement.
"This bachelor's night is going to be lit," Jaden declared, exhaling like he was preparing for a wild ride.
Derek turned toward Will. "Still wondering why you haven't told us who the best man is yet."
Caleb scoffed. "Who else would it be if not a hot, handsome guy like me?"
"Shut your trap and get yourself a man," Jaden cut in, laughing.
"You know the list's long, I select them," Caleb said, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt.
Derek teased, "The ones who break your heart?"
Caleb's smile faded just a bit. "Forget about Smith. That guy's a cheater. Don't even get me started on the others, you know I hate cheaters."
Derek raised a brow. "Nah, you don't look at the heart. Just the looks, and the bank account."
"I see where you're going," Caleb chuckled. They all laughed again.
Will leaned closer. "They don't deserve you," he said sincerely.
Just then, Caleb's eyes wandered past the crowd. A young man sat alone at the bar, head bowed, nursing a drink. His shirt, Gucci, unmistakably, contrasted the slouched shoulders and heavy mood.
Will followed Caleb's gaze. "You're handsome, Caleb. And kind."
"He's not even listening, bro," Jaden cut in, scoffing.
"Caleb?" Derek prompted.
Caleb blinked, dragging his attention back. "Sorry."
"Who are you looking at?" Jaden asked.
"I think the one sitting alone in the Gucci shirt," Derek guessed.
"Mmm," Jaden said, "he is cute."
"Not even that," Caleb murmured. "Can't you see? He looks... sad."
Jaden shifted in his seat, fingers drumming lightly against the rim of his glass. He leaned toward Caleb, his voice a low murmur just beneath the hum of the bar.
"Be right back," he said, a faint edge of distraction in his tone. "Need to ease myself."
With that, he stood, straightening his shirt, and walked out without waiting for a reply.
"Then go find out," Derek said, nudging Caleb's leg.
Caleb glanced at his friends, raising an eyebrow in silent question.
"Come on," Derek tapped his thigh. "You've done bolder."
With a sharp exhale, Caleb stood. "Okay."
"Good luck, man," Will said, raising his glass.
"Sexy boy," Derek added, winking.
Caleb made his way across the room. The stranger barely looked up as he approached.
"Hi," Caleb said.
The guy turned, his voice flat. "Hi."
"I'm Caleb. And you are...?"
"Henry," he replied without meeting Caleb's gaze.
"Mind if I sit?"
Henry nodded, reluctant. But when he finally looked at Caleb, his gaze locked on him. Caleb's piercing blue eyes held him captive. He blinked profusely, as if struggling to tear himself away.
"I noticed you're sitting alone," Caleb said gently. "Thought you might need someone to talk to."
"I'm fine," Henry said quickly, eyes darting away.
"You sure? You don't look okay."
Henry abruptly stood.
Caleb's eyes followed him, startled. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," Henry said, softer now. "It's fine."
Caleb hesitated. "Okay."
Henry turned to leave.
"Henry!"
He paused, glancing over his shoulder.
"Can I get your number?"
Henry stared for a moment, pulled a sleek card from his pocket, handed it over silently, and walked away.
Caleb stared at the card in disbelief, then walked back to his friends.
"How'd it go?" Derek asked.
Caleb tossed the card onto the table. "That guy is a jerk."
Derek and Jaden burst out laughing.
"What's funny?" Caleb asked, sliding back into his seat.
Derek picked up the card, his eyes going wide. "Oh my God..."
"What?" Will asked.
Derek handed the card to Jaden, who gasped. "No freaking way."
"Guys?" Will said, confused.
Jaden gave Will the card. "The guy Caleb just talked to is Henry Thompson. Owner of The Beacon Hotel."
"You're joking," Will said, stunned.
Derek shook his head. "Nope. That's the hotel you were gonna book for the bachelor's night, right?"
Will nodded slowly. "Yeah. One of the best, and most expensive."
He lifted the card. "Boy, you have to call this guy."
"I won't," Caleb replied flatly.
Derek snatched his phone. "Watch me."
"Derek!" Caleb warned.
"He's not picking up," Derek said after a moment. "But hey, now he has your number."
"That's true," Jaden added.
Will's phone rang. He answered it with a grin. "Hi baby... yeah, I'm with the boys... really? Okay, we'll head out soon. Love you."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Spill."
"Mia's inviting us to dinner tonight," Will said.
Caleb forced a smile. "That's what I wanted to hear."
Derek leaned in. "I thought you wouldn't get over that guy."
Caleb gave him a warning look. "Derek."
"Just saying. You've been acting different since you came back from that little chat."
Will stood. "Let's hurry, guys. We've got less than an hour."
"Sure!" Jaden said, already grabbing his coat.
---
Later that night, Caleb returned home. He glanced at his watch, 7:03 p.m. With a sigh, he collapsed onto his bed, arms spread wide.
His phone rang.
He checked the screen. Henry Thompson, indicated by Truecaller.
He let it ring.
The phone buzzed again. A message this time.
> "I'm sorry for my behavior earlier today and for missing your calls."
A minute later, the phone rang again. Caleb hesitated, then answered.
"Hello Caleb," came Henry's voice.
"You remember my name?"
"Yeah... I'm really sorry about earlier. I was heartbroken."
"Damn. I'm sorry, man. You'll get over it."
"I think I already am."
Silence lingered before Henry spoke again. "I know we didn't start well. Can we start over?"
Caleb laughed softly. "You're such a jerk."
Henry chuckled. "Do you have any social media handles?"
"Sure."
"Message them to me after this call."
"Alright."
"And uh... can I ask something?"
"So soon?"
"Okay, sorry if that's-"
Caleb cut in, smiling. "It's fine. What is it?"
"Would you go out with me tonight? Just for a drink."
Caleb paused.
"Please don't say no."
"Okay."
Henry exhaled in relief. "Thank you."
"Send me the address, I'll be there in a gif."
"No way. Send yours. I'm picking you up."
Caleb laughed. "Alright. I'll be waiting."
---
Moments later, his phone pinged again.
> "I'm outside, dude."
Caleb walked to the window and parted the curtain. A sleek black Benz idled outside. Beside it stood Henry, hands in his pockets, looking up and smiling.
Caleb smiled back and pulled the curtain closed.
A few minutes later, he walked out, dressed gorgeously in black jeans and a maroon shirt that hugged his frame.
Henry's eyes widened.
"What?" Caleb said, smiling as he approached.
"You are graced in handsomeness and those eyes... blue."
Caleb's smile deepened.
Henry grinned. "Ed Sheeran wasn't wrong when he said the club isn't the best place..."
Caleb's fingers brushed Henry's stomach, a playful touch that he quickly pulled back.
Henry blinked, caught off guard, then opened the passenger door.
Caleb slid in with a smile. "Shall we?"
Henry walked around and got in, starting the car.
"Think About Us" by Little Mix filled the car.
Caleb smiled at the song. "She's probably thinking about you now. For sure."
Henry exhaled softly, a quiet, emotional sound. "A he," he corrected gently.
Caleb looked at him, said nothing, and fastened his seatbelt.
Henry started the engine, and they drove off into the night.
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Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
7.9
He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated."
"You're not?"
"No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night."
***
Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember.
He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits.
Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her.
She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything.
Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue.
His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection.
With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
**Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**
7.9
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
9.7
Darcie Miller survives elite St. Jude's Academy on sarcasm and invisibility, steering clear of golden quarterback Charles Sterling-her most ruthless tormentor. But when her father's bankruptcy hands everything to the Sterling family, Darcie faces a humiliating ultimatum: move into Charles's mansion as his live-in "academic handler" to keep him eligible for graduation.
Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.
7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
