Craving My Stepson
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This book is strictly for a mature audience only. Reader's discretion is advised.
On her eighteenth birthday, Sabrina's life is stolen from her. She was sold into marriage to Scott Wendell, a ruthless and powerful billionaire more than twice her age. A man she's never met. A man who claimed her as payment for a debt she never owed
But the real problem wasn't the vows she took or the marriage document she signed.
It's his son. The revelation that Ace Wendell, the one boy in school that she's always fantasized about, the boy she's secretly loved from afar, is now her stepson.
Now living under the same roof, Sabrina finds herself torn between duty to her marriage and the dangerous pull toward the stepson who has wanted her just as desperately.
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Chapter 2
I didn't think I'd be waking up in my husband's house this early, considering my age, but here I was. In the most beautiful house I've ever laid my eyes on, enjoying the peace and quiet of the Sunday morning. But that wasn't all I was excited about.
Last evening, Mary had assured me that I would meet Ace today, but before we could talk more about him, Scott had walked in, she left, and I was all alone with my husband, for the very first time.
I turned to the side, but Scott wasn't on the bed. So, I exhaled softly, but my chest still felt tight because no matter how I tried, I couldn't shake the memory of last night.
Scott walked in, and Mary excused us. He walked slowly towards me, one hand in his pocket and the other running through his hair. I sat cross-legged on the bed. My heart pounding loudly in my chest. When he finally got closer to me, he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on mine.
"You are a beautiful girl, Sabrina," he murmured. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "But you make an even more beautiful wife."
"Uh... thank you?" I said quietly, not sure of what else to say in response.
"You don't have to thank me, Sabrina." He shifted closer to me, his hands cupping my face. "What I said wasn't a compliment. I was only stating the facts, and I don't need to be appreciated for speaking on what I see. Cause my darling wife, you are very... very beautiful."
I forced myself to smile. The more I looked at him, the less I thought of him as terrible. But I didn't love him. No, I had no feelings for him. It was Ace, my heart beats for, and yet, he doesn't know I exist.
A sharp knock on the door snapped me back into the present as I quickly rose up from the bed, calling out to whoever was at the other side to come in. Then, Mary walked in.
"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted.
"It's starting to sound awfully weird," I shook my head.
"What is?" she asked, confused.
"Referring to me as ma'am."
She chuckled. "Okay... okay, I'm sorry. What would you love me to say instead?"
"My name, please," I answered quickly.
"Of course," she smiled. "Good morning, Sabrina."
"Good morning, Mary," I greeted, smiling back at her. "So, what brings you here?"
She walked into the room, shutting the door behind her, and went straight to open the curtains. "You're late for breakfast, and your husband has asked me to come get you."
I rushed into the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face. "I'm so sorry. I'm not used to having breakfast this early, I forgot."
But Mary didn't judge or mock me. She just helped me tidy the bed and brought out something for me to wear. I got changed and rushed to the door, but before I opened it, I paused, turning back to her.
"Is Ace back?"
She turned to me. "What?"
"I asked," I muttered. "Is Ace back?"
"Oh, yes," she nodded. "He is. He returned very late last night, and he asked if his stepmom had arrived."
"Oh really?" My heart beating faster now.
"Yes, Sabrina," she murmured. "In fact, he wanted to introduce himself to you that moment, but I told him his father was with his wife-"
"Oh! You did," I cut in.
"Yes, I did. I just didn't want to interrupt your private moments with your husband."
I nodded. "I understand. So, will Ace be joining us for breakfast?"
"Of course. Mr. Scott ensures that all family and guests eat breakfast together at the table. It's one of the house rules."
My brows furrowed. "We have house rules?"
She chuckled. "They're not that complicated."
"I hope so. Well, thank you. I'll be heading downstairs then." I waved goodbye at her and left the room.
As I got to the dining table, Scott was already seated at the head of the table. Ace was nowhere to be seen, so I settled at Scott's right-hand side. Silver platters were already lined up at the center of the table, stacked with so much food and fruit.
Scott reached out to me, and I turned to him, but before he could speak, a voice broke in.
"Good morning, Dad."
I turned slowly towards the direction from which the voice came. My heart was beating faster as I easily recognized it. It was none other than Ace Wendell. Our eyes locked instantly as he walked over to the opposite side of the table and sat.
"Good morning, son. How did you sleep?" Scott asked, totally unaware of the sudden tension in the dining room.
"I slept well, Dad," Ace answered. His eyes were still locked on mine.
Unable to maintain eye contact, I looked down as I grabbed a plate and filled it with food. But that wasn't enough.
"Have you met Sabrina?" Scott asked as he reached out to me.
I looked at Scott instantly before my gaze fell back to Ace.
"No, Dad. I'm just meeting her for the first time," Ace answered.
Scott chuckled. "Well, then. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, your stepmother, Sabrina."
I smiled, trying to control my lips from twitching so much. "Hi."
"Darling, this is Ace, my only child," Scott added.
"Nice to meet you, Sabrina," Ace said as he stood up, extending a hand to me.
I stood up slowly, reached out to him as we shook. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned my body from my waist up to my eyes. The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. I swear, there was no doubt my pussy was already soaking wet from how deeply his touch was affecting me.
It took Scott clearing his throat for us to break apart. I sat back on my seat, but as I ate, I couldn't help but think about what just happened.
Does Ace recognize me?
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7.5
Five years of a fake marriage to a billionaire.
Christi thought she was a wealthy wife-until City Hall told her the truth.
No marriage license. No legal rights. Nothing but a lie.
Her husband cheated on her for four years.
His entire family mocked her, used her, and planned to trap her with a baby.
She was ready to ruin them all.
Then a secret changed everything:
Her late parents were DARPA elites. She is the sole heir to $50 billion.
There's only one catch-marry Cornelius Gregory, Wall Street's ruthless paralyzed tycoon.
She signs the contract in an instant.
Freeze their accounts. Destroy the Rivera family.
The game is over for them.
And the queen has just arrived.
9.0
I married the CEO of the powerful Powers Corporation, and everyone saw me as the perfect trophy wife. They assumed my days were filled with nothing but shopping on Fifth Avenue.
But this prestigious family was a house of cards. My husband's siblings were spoiled, useless children threatening to bring the entire empire down with their stupidity.
His brother, Braden, was a parasite who mistook his trust fund for "freedom." His sister, Chelsea, was a brainless socialite being used as a pawn in a public scandal by a con artist.
Even the family's ruthless Chief of Staff, a man meant to be their shield, looked at me with utter contempt, viewing me as just another problem to be managed.
They all saw a fragile doll. They had no idea that their weakness was an insult to the family name, and I was not going to stand for it.
It was time to discipline the children. The first lesson began at 3,000 feet, when I kicked my brother-in-law out of a plane mid-flight. His rehabilitation—and my takeover of this family—had just begun.
7.4
Helena woke up in a sheer silk slip, trapped inside the romance novel she had read the night before.
She was the doomed villainess.
And she had just executed the most pathetic plot in the book: hiding in the closet to seduce her cold, ruthless legal guardian, Hayward.
It was the exact move that got the original Helena thrown out on the street to die.
"Helena, your time is up. Get out."
Hayward's freezing voice came from the other side of the door.
He didn't just reject her. He threatened to strip her of her trust fund and permanently lock her in a psychiatric ward.
Everyone in the massive estate despised her, treating her like trash.
To force her to break, Hayward exiled her to the company's worst design department, a graveyard for corporate failures.
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Why should she be forced to pay the ultimate price for the original villain's deadly mistakes?
Instead of screaming or begging, Helena wrapped herself in an oversized coat and played the perfect, submissive lunatic to survive.
She completely flipped the script and took the terrified female lead under her wing.
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8.2
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To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy.
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"I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress.
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I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe?
I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting.
9.6
Ayah Russell gave up everything for love.
For ten years, she endured a cold marriage, believing that one day her husband, Ethan Evans, would finally choose her. Instead, he chose another woman-again and again-until the night Ayah lost the child she had kept secret.
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Bryan Mitchell.
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Seeing an opportunity, Bryan proposes a shocking deal: a marriage that will shake the entire elite circle.
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