Third Person POV Soon after Bennett left, Estelle settled into the living room sofa, engaged in a conversation with Jason. "Did you not tell me that he lost his job?" Jason continued, "yet he resides in a Beverly Hills mansion? How did he achieve that?" "Maybe Isabel helped him, you know she has a big business now." "Her business is barely a month old, and I doubt her funds could afford even a single room in Beverly Hills," Jason replied. "I suspect Mr. Mulan must have provided financial assistance to Mavis. But if it's Isabel, what about her employees, will she even pay them?" "Hmph! That's none of our business, we should make our move when Isabel is alone, but be warned, the estate is heavily guarded by vigilant security personnel." "Don't worry, I have a team of thugs who'll take care of her until she miscarries," Jason said grinning over the phone as he thought of the pain he would be inflicting on his ex-turned-enemy. "Yes!" Estelle concurred, "She should lose her b
Third Person POVMavis's estate in Beverly Hills, now referred to as the Big Master's residence, was buzzing with guests trooping in and out. The maids were busy attending to familiar and unfamiliar faces who had come to grace the ceremony.A commotion ensued at the entrance as some guests, who had not received invitations, attempted to gain entry.However, in accordance with Mavis's instructions, the security officers firmly turned them away, adhering to the strict "invitation-only" policy.Meanwhile, Estelle was hiding in the toilet to put a call through to her accomplice. "Jason, did I ask you to wait until after the wedding?" She asked over the phone."Yes," Jason replied, "You did, are you under pressure? I can hardly hear you." Moments earlier, she'd received a shocking instruction. She was to remain confined to the house, restricted from stepping out until the wedding was over. The reason was clear, Matilda mustn't see her. According to Isabel, her mother would worry that sh
Third Person POV Isabel shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "No, Mavis, that's not what happened. She slipped and fell on her own, and then she tried to ruin my dress with wine. She's just trying to cause trouble." Mavis's expression turned cold as he gazed at Estelle, "You don't need to cry, my love," he said, turning to Isabel and taking her hand. "The cameras will clear your name. Look, there's the broken glass of red wine, proof of her actions." Estelle's face contorted in anguish as she screamed, "You believe her? Why don't you ever listen to me? I was only sipping my wine when she pushed me!" Mavis's eyes fell on Estelle once more, "Congratulations, Estelle. Your jealousy has cost you dearly. You've lost your place and respect as a part of the Mulan family. You never deserved to bear our name. I'll call a doctor to tend to you, and then the police will take you away to serve your sentence. You're no longer welcome here." "Please, Mavis, don't call the polic
ISABEL It happened in an instant. A deafening and sudden explosion, "POP!" It felt like my soul was drawn out of my body. It was like the sharp sound of a gunshot. It shook even the foundations of the courthouse vehemently. "Isabel! Get down at once!" my stepfather's voice boomed from the back. But before I could do anything else, someone swooped in, grasping my waist and pulling me down. His steps faltered, and we both tumbled to the floor while I landed on his bleeding body. I gazed down in horror as blood gushed from his upper limb, his face contorted in agony as he clutched the wound. Everything went blurry, and I collapsed, unsure if I'd passed out or left this world behind. **** Third Person POV As Isabel and Mavis shared a desperate embrace, Jason's men burst in, flooding the courthouse with loaded guns. Jason had promised to pay them off if they succeeded together. They descended upon the courthouse by a hired helicopter, his heavily armed team catching t
WARNING!!! 🔞️ This story contains explicit and mature content; smut scenes, incest, violence, and BDSM. Reader discretion is advised. However, readers who are willing to explore the boundaries of fiction, and desire an immersive reading experience are invited to continue. Please note that the author does not endorse or condone any of the actions or behaviors depicted in the story. **** When Isabel moved to Los Angeles, she had no idea that her life was about to change forever. Her new family was perfect, but there was a destructive secret lurking beneath the surface. After her flight had landed, she made it toward the airport's exit to claim her baggage. Just then, her phone began to beep. She pulled it out, tapped on the answer button, and placed it over her ear. "Hello, Mom," "Hello darling, welcome back to Los Angeles," Matilda said over the phone with such excitement. "Thanks mom, it'll be a pleasure to meet our new family for the first time." She chuckled. "I can imagine.
Chapter 2: My New HomeISABEL "Huh?" I popped out surprised eyes at him. "Be my bed warmer, we can discuss the details later. You look like you'll know how to handle a man like me." He gave me a teasing smile that I found boring. He wasn't the man my heart was missing, it was Jason, the man who left me for another woman. "May I know why you stopped?" Mavis asked as soon he walked up to where we were. He's asking me to be his mistress, I meant to say but rather, I only smiled. My stepbrother had a pair of glasses on to protect his eyes from the rising sun. He rested his hand on my shoulder as he waited for my response. "Umm, how about you get to the car and I'll join you as soon as I'm done with him?" I asked feigning a smile that informed him that I wanted to get rid of him to face the man before me. "Her father owes me up to eight thousand and seven hundred dollars. She's not willing to pay back." The creditor said instantly distracting Mavis. "Do you know him?" Mavis asked as
MAVISIsabel ran out of my room immediately after meeting the ugly sight. "Why didn't you shut the door?" I asked my young whore. A nineteen-year-old slut whom I met on a dating site."I thought I did," she stretched out to grab my cock and continue from where she'd stopped but I held her hand and pushed it away in regret. "Stop it and leave immediately. I don't want to set my eyes on you again, ever.""But why, is she your girlfriend? I can't just walk away this night, it's already very dark." She said and I could perceive disappointment and jealousy in her tone "And, who are you to question me?" I stretched out, took a bundle of dollar notes, and dumped it on the bed. "That's your pay, I understand that it's late. I'll ask my chauffeur to drop you off.""But, we were just getting started, don't tell me you are sending me away because of her." She pointed at the entrance, she was referring to Isabel."You have no right at all to say anything about her, now get your ass out of my ro
Isabel "Good night, everyone." I yawned sleepily and walked toward my room. As soon as I'd put on the lights, I found Mavis standing by the wall of my room. "The heck? You are joking, Mavis. What do you want here? You just crossed your limits.""I'm in my step-sister's room to say that I'm sorry about what she saw in my room some moments ago,""That's your business and none of mine. See, I don't care about what you do, I've always known you from high school.""You do care Isabel. You suddenly changed toward me after you walked in on us. But, I'm sincerely sorry, I can be the man you want me to be, just for you.""Fuck you, Mavis, in the ass. Are you kidding me right now? Why do you feel that I care about you? And, did you say you want to be the man I want you to... Hey, Mavis, are you insane? You are now my step-brother and we should mind the kind of conversations we have to avoid getting into trouble.""We ain't getting into any damn trouble and please, those were rumors. I can be