Claimed By My Billionaire Stepbrothers
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
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Chapter 2
"You look beautiful, sweetheart."
I tugged at the borrowed dress-borrowed from my mother's new wardrobe-and tried not to think about the three-thousand-dollar price tag I'd glimpsed.
"I look ridiculous," I muttered.
Claire Laurent-soon to be Claire Stone-touched my cheek with perfectly manicured fingers. "You look like you belong here."
"I don't belong here, Mom."
We stood in the bathroom of the Stone mansion. Mansion didn't even cover it. This place had wings. The bathroom was bigger than my entire apartment.
"After tonight, this will be your home too." Mom's eyes shimmered. "Everything's going to change, Maya. For both of us."
Change. Right. Because marrying a billionaire three months after meeting him was totally normal.
"Mom, are you sure about this? You barely know him."
"I know I love him. And he loves me. That's enough."
Was it? I studied her face, searching for doubt.
Nothing.
"Okay," I said. "Let's go."
The party was already in full swing. Champagne flowed. A string quartet played. People who probably had their own Wikipedia pages mingled on terraces overlooking Central Park.
I felt like an imposter.
"Maya!" Mom's voice was bright, artificial. "Come meet Richard's sons."
Sons. Plural.
My stomach dropped.
A group of men stood by the bar, all wearing tuxedos. But only one turned as we approached.
My breath stopped.
No.
Julian Beaumont-Julian Stone?-stared at me with an expression I couldn't read. Surprise. Guilt. Heat.
"You," I breathed.
"You know each other?" Richard Stone materialized beside us. Tall, silver-haired, with eyes that assessed and calculated.
"We-" Julian started.
"No," I said sharply. "We don't."
Julian's jaw tightened.
"Maya, these are my sons. Julian, Dominic, and Asher." Richard gestured.
I forced myself to look at the others.
The one in the middle-Dominic-was watching me with cold, analytical eyes. Older than Julian. Harder.
The youngest stood slightly apart, dressed in black. Artist hands, I noted absurdly. Long fingers stained with what looked like charcoal.
"Gentlemen, this is Claire's daughter, Maya. Your soon-to-be stepsister."
Stepsister.
The word hung in the air like a grenade.
Julian's face went carefully blank. The youngest-Asher?-looked at me with sudden, intense interest. And Dominic smiled. It wasn't friendly.
"Stepsister," he repeated. "How... quaint."
"Dominic." Richard's voice held warning.
"What? I'm just saying-"
"Don't. Be polite."
I wanted to disappear.
"Excuse me," I managed. "I need some air."
I fled before anyone could stop me.
The terrace was empty, thank God. I gripped the marble railing and tried to remember how to breathe.
"So. A gold-digger's daughter."
I spun.
Dominic Stone stood in the doorway, backlit and beautiful and looking at me like I was something he'd scrape off his shoe.
"Excuse me?"
He approached slowly, predatory. "Your mother. She's after my father's money. And you? What are you after?"
"I'm not after anything."
"No?" He was close now. Too close. I could see gold flecks in his dark eyes. "Then why do you look terrified?"
"Because you're acting like a psychopath."
His laugh was sharp. "At least I'm honest. Can you say the same?"
"I don't have to justify myself to you."
"No. But you will have to live with us. In our house. Playing happy family." He leaned in, and my back hit the railing. "Let me make something clear. I don't know what game you and your mother are playing, but-"
"Go to hell."
My hand moved before my brain caught up.
The slap echoed across the terrace.
Dominic's head snapped to the side. For one frozen moment, neither of us moved.
Then he turned back, and my breath caught.
His eyes burned.
"You just made a mistake," he said softly.
"Did I?"
His hand came up, and I flinched. But he didn't strike. Instead, his fingers caught my chin, tilting my face up.
"You have no idea what you've just started."
His thumb brushed my bottom lip.
My body betrayed me. Heat flooded my veins. My pulse hammered.
"This can't happen," I whispered.
"No," he agreed. "It can't."
But neither of us moved.
His gaze dropped to my mouth. My lips parted involuntarily.
"Step away from her."
We jerked apart.
Julian stood in the doorway, his expression murderous.
"Now," Julian added, voice like steel.
Dominic's smile was slow, vicious. "Or what, little brother?"
"Or I'll-"
"Stop." I pushed past Dominic. "Both of you. Just... stop."
I ran.
Through the party. Past my mother. Past curious stares. I ran until I found an elevator, punched the button, and threw myself inside.
The doors started to close.
A hand shot through, stopping them.
Dominic stepped inside.
"No," I gasped. "Get out-"
He hit a button. The elevator lurched downward.
And stopped.
Between floors.
In the sudden silence, I heard my heart pounding.
"What did you do?"
Dominic turned to me, and the look in his eyes made me back hit the wall.
"Something I'm going to regret."
He moved.
His mouth crashed into mine.
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Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
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When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
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Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
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8.5
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David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
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I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
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7.6
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Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
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9.6
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Just three days before our marriage contract expired, Damien burst into my clinic carrying his mistress, Allena.
He used his Alpha Command to clear the room, humiliating me in front of my own medical staff.
The ultrasound revealed Allena was suffering from internal bleeding due to their uncontrolled mating frenzy.
Instead of feeling shame for his weakness, Damien shoved me brutally against a metal counter to protect her.
He threw a $100,000 check at me to buy my silence, treating my broken soul like a cheap transaction.
Later, when I refused to kneel and apologize to his mistress, he pushed me again, shattering my arm against a glass table.
As my blood soaked the pristine white rug, he stood over me, demanding my absolute submission.
He thought I was just a pathetic, weak Omega who would endure his cruelty forever because I had nothing else.
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I calmly tied a tourniquet over my bleeding arm and wiped my blood right over his heart.
"I am done with you."
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7.5
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