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 4
Asher went utterly still.
Then his hands cupped my face, and he kissed me back like a man drowning.
Where Dominic had been commanding, Asher was desperate. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that felt like starvation.
My fingers tangled in his hair. It was longer than his brothers', curling at his collar, soft and paint-smudged.
Asher's hands slid from my face to my shoulders, my waist, pulling me closer.
"Maya." My name was a prayer. "We shouldn't-"
"I know."
"I'm supposed to be your-"
"I know."
I kissed him again, harder.
Asher's control snapped.
He walked me backwards. My feet stumbled over drop cloths and paint cans. My back hit the wall-a different wall, a different brother, but the same electric wrongness.
His hands found the zipper of my dress.
"Tell me to stop," he breathed against my throat.
I arched into him. "Don't stop."
The zipper lowered. Asher's lips followed its path, kissing each inch of exposed skin. When the dress pooled at my feet, I stood before him in nothing but borrowed lingerie.
Asher pulled back, his artist's eyes drinking me in.
"You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you."
No one had ever said anything like that to me.
I reached for his shirt, fingers clumsy on the buttons. Asher helped, shrugging out of the paint-stained fabric. More paint smudged his ribs, his collarbones.
I traced a line of blue across his chest. "You wear your work."
"Always have." His hands spanned my waist. "Maya, if we do this-"
"I know what this means."
"Do you? Because I don't do casual. If I touch you like I want to touch you, I won't be able to let you go."
The words should have terrified me. Instead, they sent heat pooling low.
"Then touch me."
Asher lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to a couch half-covered in drop cloths, laying me down with a gentleness that contrasted with the hunger in his eyes.
"I've imagined this," he confessed. "Every night since I first saw you."
His hands skimmed up my legs, my thighs. I trembled.
"What did you imagine?"
"Everything." His fingers hooked in my underwear, slowly sliding the fabric down. "Every way I could make you moan my name."
My breath hitched.
Asher smiled and lowered his head.
The first touch of his mouth made me cry out. My hands flew to his hair as he explored me with devastating precision.
He learned me like I was a canvas. Patient. Thorough. When my back arched off the couch, when I shattered with his name on my lips, Asher gentled his touch but didn't stop.
"You're perfect," he murmured, kissing his way back up. "Absolutely perfect."
I pulled him down, tasting myself on his lips, fumbling with his belt. Asher helped, shedding the rest of his clothes.
He paused at my entrance, searching my face. "Last chance, Maya."
"I don't want a last chance." I wrapped my legs around him. "I want you."
Asher entered me slowly, his groan matching my gasp.
Then he moved.
It wasn't gentle. I didn't want gentle. I wanted this consuming passion that made me forget everything.
Asher drove into me with increasing urgency, one hand braced beside my head, the other between our bodies.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I forced my eyes open. Met his gaze. And felt something shift inside my chest, something more dangerous than the physical pleasure building.
"I see you, Maya," he whispered. "All of you."
The words, the intensity in his eyes, his touch-it was too much.
I came apart for the second time, and Asher followed me over the edge, burying his face in my neck, my name a reverent curse.
We lay tangled together in the aftermath, paint-stained and sweat-slicked and utterly ruined.
"What have we done?" I whispered.
Asher's arms tightened around me. "Something we can't undo."
Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.
We both froze.
"Asher?" Julian's voice called. "You up here?"
My eyes went wide. Asher pressed a finger to my lips.
"I'm working," he called back. "Go away."
"I need to talk to you. It's about-"
The door opened.
Julian stood in the doorway. His eyes found us on the couch-Asher shirtless, me wrapped in a drop cloth, our clothes scattered.
The color drained from Julian's face.
"You've got to be kidding me."
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But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
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?
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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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7.6
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That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
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.
He didn't know that five years ago, after he threatened to kill any pup I bore him, I secretly built a massive offshore empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet over my bleeding arm and wiped my blood right over his heart.
"I am done with you."
Then I liquidated his thirty-five-million-dollar penthouse assets and walked out into the night, ready to show him who the real monster was.
7.5
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To protect her, he had me committed, tortured, and then burned every last memory of our son, systematically erasing our past.
Then I discovered he'd secretly divorced me years ago, so I faked my own death and gave the source code to his rival, ready to watch his world burn to the ground.