Can my life get any worse than it already has? I have a stepfather who cares about nothing but turning me into his source of money and pleasure, and a mother who doesn't give a damn whether I live or die. I thought this was the end, but no—fate decided to gamble with me last Christmas. It all started after a failed birthday celebration, which was followed by my stepdad trying to sell me out to the highest bidder. Escaping such a tragic event landed me in the arms of a ruthless billionaire boss, Maximum. I thought it couldn't get worse than this until I finally discovered that my biological dad is back. And his archenemy is the man I am in love with.
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Can my life get any more miserable?
I stared at the cake that Granny Hart, my kind neighbor, had given me. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the floor, lost in thought. She had taken pity on me, having witnessed countless birthdays go by without a single song or celebration.
Damn it!
Is my life really this messed up?
Once again, my mom had deceived me, promising she would be home early to wish me a happy birthday. But here I was, all alone on what was supposed to be a special day—the day I turned eighteen.
As I wallowed in my disappointment, the front door creaked open, the bell jingling softly. When I saw who it was, a wave of anger surged through me. My stepfather stood in the doorway, and he was no better than my mother.
“Honey,” he called out, his smile unsettling.
Hearing him say that made my heart race. He had never used that tone with me before. He was always strict and unreasonable, even resorting to violence. Just a few days ago, he had beaten up a boy from the next street for simply saying hello to me, forcing us all to hide indoors for days to avoid his gangster brother seeking revenge.
I forced a smile and replied, “Dad, you’re back.”
He walked over to the table, picked up the knife, and sliced into the cake before taking a big bite, completely oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me.
After savoring a slice of cake, he smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Lana. Do you remember what I told you last year?"
Of course, I did.
Screw you, Bernardo!
He had come home last year, drunk out of his mind, and slurred something about "one year left" before staggering off without even wishing me a happy birthday. Just thinking about it made me want to lash out, but I knew all too well that if I crossed him, he could easily turn violent. So I forced a sheepish smile and replied, "I can’t remember."
That was the worst mistake of my life.
He settled beside me, taking my hand in his warm grip. He locked his gaze onto mine. Despite his many flaws, there was no denying that my stepfather was handsome—strikingly so.
"Lana," he began, "you see how your mother is always drunk and doesn’t care about us..." I nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. But what did that have to do with me?
Before I could process his intentions, his hand slid onto my lap. My mind buzzed. I had never been this close to a man before, but that didn’t mean I was naïve.
I lived in a part of New York where infidelity was rampant. Just last week, the entire block had gossiped about a married woman caught in a car with another man right in front of her deadbeat husband’s house.
"I've fallen in love with you, Lana. I know you feel the same. But I haven't had sex in weeks because your mom is always passed out drunk, and I'm feeling desperate. Do you want me to go out and bring someone home? You know she’ll kick you and your mom out, and do you really want to end up living in the streets again like before?"
My heart raced, and I shook my head vigorously.
That was my greatest fear. The memories of wandering the streets with my mom were still haunting me, and they wouldn’t fade away anytime soon.
As I was lost in those painful thoughts, I felt his warm breath against my neck, a tingling sensation that jolted me back to reality.
"Relax, you’ll enjoy it," he whispered urgently, his voice thick with desire.
Before I could grasp what he meant, I felt his fingers glide over my clit, igniting sensations I had never experienced before.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised by how alien my voice sounded to my own ears.
Instead of answering, he pressed his warm lips against mine, and I felt a finger slip inside me.
My thoughts faded away.
Everything was happening too fast, and I was already losing myself in the moment.
I realized I had wrapped my arms around him, though I couldn't recall when. I found myself whispering, "Don't stop, umh... yes, that feels good."
"You’re so wet, Lana," Bernardo murmured, his voice low and intense.
Before I knew it, he lifted me off the floor. My birthday cake remained on the table as I clung to his neck, my gaze lingering on it while he carried me away, each of his steps pulling me further from reality.
As he opened the door, I remembered our one-bedroom apartment. I often slept in the sitting room while he shared the bedroom with my mom.
When my feet touched the floor, his arms still held me close. He locked eyes with me and promised, "Lana, I’ll make you a woman."
I wanted to ask how he planned to do that, but before I could, his lips were on mine again—urgent, demanding, and thrilling.
In a blink, he had removed my shirt, and my skirt and panties lay forgotten on the floor. His warm palm cupped my breast, and a moan escaped my lips, "Umh..."
Then he guided my hand to where his hard cock pressed against my palm. My fingers wrapped around it, and he groaned in delight, instructing, "Stroke it."
I obeyed, lost in the moment.
Before long, we landed on the bed, with him hovering above me.
LANAMaximum walked over and sat beside me, turning around with a smile. I returned the gesture, and he asked, "How are you doing, my love?""Perfect," I replied, grinning.He continued, "The food is going to get cold. Your father paid a lot for these delicacies; he’s truly a good man."Across the table, Mark was seething, his anger evident as his nostrils flared. I couldn’t decide whether to feel sorry for him or to laugh."Maximum, why are you still fighting against the inevitable? You know it’s impossible for you two," Mark said coldly, his forehead veins bulging.Maximum shot him a lazy look and replied, "There’s no other option. She and I are meant for each other. Don’t worry—when the wedding invitations go out, even the inconsequential will get one."Mark’s fury boiled over as he slammed his fists on the table and shot to his feet. With intense anger in his eyes, he sneered at Maximum, "Don’t get too cocky. Soon, they’ll come for you, Maximum. And I’ll be right here, ready to la
LANAWhen I heard my dad's comments, I was puzzled by his dislike for Maximum. Could it be jealousy, now that we had just reconciled and a man was at the door wanting to whisk me away? His recent behavior was confusing."Dad, why don't you like Maximum?" I finally asked.He looked at me intently before replying, "Lana, he isn't a good man, and he’s not the right man for you. Just look at Mark—his family background, his career, his looks, and his abilities. He’s a much better choice than Maximum."I frowned at his dismissive tone; it bothered me how he talked down about Maximum."I'm tired, Dad. I just want to go to bed," I said, excusing myself as I walked into the mansion.Once in my room, I quickly fell asleep.The next morning, a knock echoed through my apartment. When I opened the door, I was taken aback to see my mom standing there.I raised an eyebrow, skeptical.Her expression darkened, and she demanded, "Are you not going to let me in?"I stepped aside, letting her enter, and
LANAAlthough I had my suspicions about my father, hearing it from Maximum made me feel uneasy."Are you enemies with my dad?" I asked, trying to gauge the tension in the air.Maximum pursed his lips, and I raised an eyebrow, sensing that my hunch was right—they were indeed foes."Not friends," he shrugged, a hint of disdain in his voice.My heart raced at the implication. What kind of work did my father do to attract such animosity? Just as I was about to ask Maximum for more details, I heard my dad's voice echoing from the garden. "Maximum, sneaking into my mansion and taking the celebrant out of the hall—do you think I’m a vegetarian?"I was taken aback. My dad knew who Maximum was. I quickly glanced between them: my father’s face was dark, his eyes blazing with anger, exuding a confrontational energy."Dad, you both know each other?" I asked, astonished."Lana, stay away from him. He’s a terrible person," my dad declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.I was taken aback, a
LANAHearing the guests’ chatter, my mother leaned closer to my father and I caught her asking, "Honey, are you going to introduce me too?"I could sense the excitement and anticipation in her voice."Not today, darling. Some other time. Today is all about our daughter," my dad replied.I nearly laughed at his rejection but managed to hold it back.Taking my hand, my dad led me down the staircase. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother’s sullen expression, her glare directed at me.I pretended I hadn’t noticed and continued down the stairs with my dad.A man approached us, holding a glass of wine."Cheers, Lionel! You have such a beautiful daughter," he said."Of course! She has to be beautiful; she’s my daughter," my dad replied with pride.I stood quietly beside him as he chatted briefly with the man before moving on to greet others. I sipped my drink, feeling both shy and proud as my dad showed me off."My baby, you can join them for the masquerade dance. I have something to
LANAMy mother looked at me with such intense hatred that I knew I'd struck a nerve.Even though I didn’t want to stay with my father, seeing how restless and angry she was made me reconsider.I had made my decision: I would stay.Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her emotions and, with an expressionless face, calmly said, "Get ready. Your dad has prepared a welcome home party for you."Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed for the door. That’s when I realized the root of her anger.She was furious that my father hadn’t organized a party to welcome her as he was doing for me.How petty and narrow-minded she was! I couldn’t help but burst into laughter."Mom, it seems my dad doesn’t love you the way you want to be loved," I mocked.This time, she didn’t retort. Instead, she opened the door and slammed it behind her.I felt a rush of satisfaction from having the upper hand. Years of feeling suppressed by her made fighting back feel like a release, a way to make her ex
LANAI expected her to hit me, but instead, she lowered her hand and tried to make peace. "Lana, can we move past this and build a better future? Dwelling on the past will only ruin our relationship. Can't you see that?"I grinned because I knew why she hadn't slapped me. She feared my father's reaction. She was only holding back because of him.I sneered, "Mother, why are you so afraid of the truth? You waited for my father because you knew he wouldn’t be a loser like your ex, Bernardo. You’re just greedy and selfish..."She cut me off, yelling, "Lana, that's enough!"Her eyes blazed with anger, and she was trembling with rage.I smiled, chuckling, "Are you angry? That's how you made me feel for years—angry, powerless, with nowhere to vent. I was filled with so much pain."She closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. "I think you should stop, Lana. You've had your fun. Let's not make things uglier than they are."I gave her a hollow smile, ready to mock her again, but the doo
LANAI was surprised when he brought a glass of water to my lips. As I took a sip, he flashed a smile and said, "As my only child, it's understandable that we know each other well."After taking several gulps, I was satisfied. He took the empty glass and fed me. When I was full, he asked, "Where is your mother?"Before I could answer, the door opened and my mother walked in. I looked at her intently, and Lionel, noticing my gaze, turned to see her.A big smile appeared on his face as he called out, "Darling."My mother replied, "Yes, my honey."I lay back on the bed and said loudly enough for them both to hear, "I want to sleep."I shut my eyes, and soon drifted off. When I woke, my father was gone, leaving only my mother.She looked at me with an annoyed expression. "Lana, stop pretending and get discharged already. I'm fed up with spending days here."I was shocked. I thought I'd only been in the hospital for a day. Her mention of days shook me."How many days have I been here?" I a
LANAHe sneered, "You are the reason I am like this."I gave him a confused look, wondering what he meant by saying I was the reason he was wounded, rather than explaining that he had tried to kiss me.I vehemently resisted, my hands outstretched as I tried to push him off. He held my hands firmly."Stop trying to resist," he said. "You are the reason Maximum's men hunted me down and almost killed me. I'm going to fuck you anyway. I'm about to die, and I wonder how he would react if he knew I gave his woman the best sex before I died."Hearing this, my heart thumped wildly. I swallowed the lump in my throat; those close to death fear nothing."Please, there's no reason for you to throw your life away," I pleaded. "If you let me take you to the hospital right now, you will survive."He looked at me as if I were an idiot and then sarcastically ridiculed, "Going to the hospital? You mean taking myself into the mortuary?"My eyes widened; I didn’t understand him at all.He reached for my
LANASeeing the handsome man before me, I understood why my mother had been so captivated by him. Even with age, his charm was undeniable.Now, I recognized where my own looks came from—both my parents were striking in their own ways.I pretended not to know him and asked, "Who are you?"The dragon tattoo on his neck didn’t seem crude; instead, it gave him a wild allure.He grinned and replied calmly, "Lionel, your father."I looked him straight in the eyes and retorted, "I’ve never met you. My mom has only ever introduced Bernardo as my father, so I don’t know you."He smiled, as if he had anticipated my resistance. Glancing at his wristwatch and then at the sky, he suggested, "Why don’t we go inside and talk? The sun will be up soon, and it’s not the best place to discuss what I need to tell you."Reluctantly, I agreed. "Alright."I opened my apartment door, and he stepped inside, taking his time to survey the space. I handed him a glass of water and said, "Please, have a seat."He
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