STEP-DAD'S SECRET

✯𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏~𝐃𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ✯ (𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 ✿ 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕) 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑗𝑏14 ©2025© 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑗𝑏14 No part of this book should be published, copied or translated or i Sue you. It's been signed under f✦ckin platforms and apps. You copy, you get sued! ⁠ ╣╣⁠[🄱🄻🅄🅁🅁]⁠╠╠ "Strip." Roman ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. "W-what?" Mia shuttered, her voice falling to a whisper. She was frozen to her feets, her hands trembling by her sides. "Strip." He repeated, his voice laced with control, something he loved to have. Mia blinked, shocked by his words. He was her step-dad but he controlled her more than anyone could. Her fingers trembled as she found the buttons of her shirt. She was losing herself to him, his presence suffocating but in a good way. While others made her feel unwanted, he made her feel. She stripped her clothing naked, her underwear being the only protector of her bear, exposed skin. Roman's eyes dilated in desire as he felt his d♪ck move. How badly he wanted to f•ck that tight little puxxy of hers. How badly he wanted to bend her over on the bed and pound into her, until her voice rings through the room more than emory could. And maybe, just maybe he would tonight. "Those too." He added, his eyes not leaving his. "But—" "Take them off Mia." He said, his voice sounding like an order. She flinched before she hurriedly unstripped her bra, letting the material fall while she bent over to take them off. After she did his orders, she stood completely n•ked Infront of him. She didn't know what to do but stood there. It felt like she was waiting for an order from him. And finally after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Crawl to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (¬◡¬)✧ 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 : • Enemies to lovers • Slow burn • Dark past • Forbidden • Secret identity • Hate • Love • Dark romance • Taboo love • Step-dad and Step-daughter • Spicy • "𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ☠️" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❛‿˂̵✧✰ 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ✰❛‿˂̵✧ ~ "𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 ✦-- 𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 (¬◡¬)✧"~ ☆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ✰ After her dad's death, and her mother's sudden marriage, 19-year-old Mai finds herself living with her new stepfather, Roman, a charismatic and successful businessman, who's Italian by birth, Spanish by choice. Now Mai got her boyfriend, her friends, her school and her new dad. But as they navigate their new life together, Mai discovers that Roman is hiding a secret that could change everything. As Mai digs deeper, she uncovers a web of lies and deceit that threatens to destroy their family. But amidst the tension, Mai can't deny the growing attraction she feels towards Roman. Torn between her loyalty to her mother and her forbidden desire for her stepfather, Roman must navigate a complex web of emotions. As secrets are revealed and lies are exposed, Mai and Roman must confront the truth about themselves and their feelings for each other. But will their relationship survive the fallout, or will the secrets of the past tear them apart? ~✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓~ ✯𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏~𝐃𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ✯ (𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 ✿ 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕) 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑗𝑏14 ©2025© 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑗𝑏14 No part of this book should be published, copied or translated or i Sue you. It's been signed under f✦ckin platforms and apps. You copy, you get sued! PROLOGUE MAI'S POV I sank into the plush leather seats of my Mercedes, letting the soothing hum of the engine calm my racing thoughts. Two months with Caleb had been a whirlwind, and I couldn't help but smile thinking about his charming smile and kind eyes. But like a dark cloud, memories of my father crept in, casting a shadow over my happiness. His death last month still lingered, the pain refusing to subside. As I pulled into the driveway, the mansion's grandeur loomed before me. I stepped out, the warm sun on my skin a stark contrast to the chill within. I noticed a sleek, new car parked beside mine, but it barely registered. Entering the foyer, I spotted my mom chatting with a young man in the living room. He looked...put together. I didn't bother acknowledging them, my heels clicking on the marble floor as I walked past. My mom's voice called out, but I tuned it out, escaping to my sanctuary – my bedroom. The solitude enveloped me, and I let out a deep breath. I didn't want to think about my mom's latest acquaintance or the lingering pain of my father's abuse. For now, I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts, and maybe, just maybe, find some peace. I decided a shower would wash away the lingering thoughts, so I headed to the bathroom. Just as I was about to turn on the water, my phone rang. I smiled, seeing Zoey's name on the screen. "Hey, girl!" I answered. "Mai, I've forgotten your house... again," Zoey said, laughing. "Let's meet at our favorite food store instead. Come over, and we can have lunch ASAP." I chuckled. "Well, okay. I'll be right there." We hung up, and I abandoned my shower plans. Instead, I quickly changed into comfy clothes, slipped on my fluffy slippers, grabbed my handbag, and headed downstairs. As I passed through the living room, I avoided eye contact with my mom and the stranger. I didn't care about their conversation or who he was. Outside, my driver was waiting by the car. We drove to the food store, and when we arrived, I spotted Zoey waiting by the door. We exchanged hugs, and then headed inside, our stomachs growling in unison. Over lunch, we chatted about everything – Caleb, our lives, and our favorite gossip. For a few hours, my worries and pain took a backseat, and I enjoyed the carefree company of my best friend. Zoey leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, spill the tea – what's new with Caleb?" I grinned, feeling a flutter in my chest. "He's amazing. We've been together for two months now, and it's been incredible." Zoey squealed. "I know, I'm so happy for you! You deserve it after...everything." I nodded, pushing aside the painful memories. "Yeah, it's been a tough few months, but Caleb's been a breath of fresh air." We chatted about our favorite celebrity couples, scandals, and the latest fashion trends. Zoey filled me in on her latest drama with her siblings, and I shared some juicy office gossip. As we laughed and dissected every detail, I felt carefree, my worries momentarily forgotten. These moments with Zoey were my therapy, my escape. "Oh, and I have the juiciest news," Zoey said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Guess who's dating who?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Who?" Zoey glanced around, ensuring no one was listening. "Okay, don't freak out, but...I heard it's between two of our classmates. You won't believe it." I leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "Try me." Zoey's eyes sparkled. "Okay, so I heard that Emily and Alex are secretly dating. Can you believe it?" My jaw dropped. "No way! They're total opposites." Zoey nodded. "I know, right? But apparently, they've been sneaking around for weeks. I'm not sure if it's serious, but it's definitely juicy gossip." We spent the next hour dissecting the potential relationship, analyzing every social media post and interaction. Our laughter and whispers drew attention from other diners, but we didn't care. As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the food store, Zoey glanced at her watch. "Oh no, it's already 8 pm! I didn't realize we'd been gossiping for so long." I sighed, reluctantly gathering my belongings. "I know, time flies when we're having fun." We hugged goodbye, promising to catch up soon. "Let's do this again next week," Zoey said, smiling. I nodded, already looking forward to our next gossip session. As I got into my car, my driver asked, "Home, miss?" I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. The gossip session had been a welcome distraction, but now I just wanted to unwind at home. The drive home was quiet, my mind replaying the juicy details we'd uncovered. As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed the mysterious car was still parked outside. I pushed the thought aside, eager to change into something comfy and relax. The mansion's foyer was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. I called out a soft goodnight to my mom, not waiting for a response, and headed straight to my bedroom, ready to unwind after a fun-filled afternoon with Zoey. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day's stress. Afterward, I wrapped myself in my plush night robe and stepped out into the cool air of my bedroom. That's when I saw her – my mom, Emory, sitting on my bed, looking uncharacteristically nervous. I ignored her, heading to my wardrobe to grab my night pajamas. But before I could reach the changing dresser, she stood up and stopped me. "Mai, I need to talk to you," she said, her voice laced with an unusual hint of uncertainty. I raised an eyebrow. "Well, talk." She took a deep breath. "It's hard to say this, but...I'm getting married again." My eyes widened in shock. Mom was 49, and the idea of her marrying again was already jarring. But what really caught me off guard was her next sentence. "I want you to get used to your new life and father." I stared at her, trying to process. "Okay, so now what?" Mom's expression turned sheepish. "I might have...lied to him about a few things." My curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" She hesitated before blurting out, "I told him I was 28, and that you're just my nephew." My jaw dropped. "What? Why would you lie about that?" I felt like I was trapped in a bad soap opera. Mom's eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine. "He's rich and charming, and I didn't want him to know my real age or that you're my daughter." I was stunned. What kind of game was she playing? And what did she hope to gain from this marriage? I felt a mix of emotions – anger, disappointment, and a dash of fear about what this meant for my future. "Okay, so what's the plan now?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. Mom's smile faltered, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of uncertainty. "I just want you to...be supportive, I guess." Supportive? Of her marrying a man half her age, based on lies? I wasn't sure if I could do that. But for now, I just nodded, playing along. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a wild ride. The argument escalated, with my mom trying to justify her actions and me refusing to accept them. "You're 49, Mom! How could you lie about your age like that?" I demanded. She shrugged. "I wanted a good life, and he'll provide it. You'll benefit too." I scoffed. "At what cost? Your dignity? Your integrity?" Mom's face reddened. "You're just being dramatic, Mai. You'll see, this will be good for both of us." I shook my head, frustration boiling over. "I won't pretend to be okay with this. You're manipulating someone for his money, and you're dragging me into it. No way." The argument continued, neither of us backing down. Finally, I'd had enough. "Just leave me alone, Mom. I need time to process this." She hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Fine, but we will discuss this further." I pointed to the door. "You need to leave. Now." With a huff, Mom turned and walked toward the door. I followed, pushing her gently but firmly out of my room. As she stumbled slightly, I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by my anger and frustration. Once she was out, I locked the door behind her, the click of the latch a satisfying sound. I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath and process the bombshell my mom had just dropped. For a moment, I just stood there, my mind racing with questions and fears about what this meant for my future. Then, I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the anxiety. I had time to figure things out, to process and react. For now, I just needed space and silence. I walked over to my bed, flopping down onto the soft blankets. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Zoey. "Call me tomorrow. I need to talk." I slipped into my night pajamas, the soft fabric a comforting contrast to the tension that had built up inside me. As I changed, my mind replayed the argument with my mom, but I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the simple act of getting ready for bed. Once I was settled into my cozy PJs, I climbed into bed, feeling the weight of the day lifting off my shoulders. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and closed my eyes, letting the silence of my room envelop me. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind still whirled with thoughts of my mom's news, but my body relaxed, surrendering to exhaustion. The last thing I remembered was the softness of my pillow beneath my cheek before I slipped into a deep sleep, the world outside my room fading away. The darkness was a welcome respite, a temporary escape from the reality that awaited me in the morning. For now, I just slept, letting my body and mind recharge for whatever lay ahead. ~✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓~