Perilous Passions Seducing My Stepson

The first time Cailey Morris met Michael Morris was at her late husband's funeral. That day, a fierce snowstorm had swept through the city.

A servant held a black umbrella over Cailey, who was wearing a black dress and clutching a white handkerchief. Her eyes were red and swollen from tears, and her presence evoked a fragile beauty reminiscent of a flower caught in a downpour.

The Morris family was one of the most esteemed in Leson. As expected, nearly every notable figure in town attended the funeral.

"Mrs. Morris, my condolences," a young man dressed in a black suit said as he approached Cailey to pay his respects.

He extended his hand and, with a touch of refined grace, kissed the back of her hand.

Cailey's hand was slender, its soft texture accentuated by the heavy lace enveloping it. Her beauty was undeniable. More than mere beauty, her features carried a poignant allure.

Her wet eyelashes and eyes shimmered like gentle waves, her lips tender and rosy. The tip of her nose was reddened from crying, adding a delicate charm that was impossible to ignore.

It was clear why her late husband had lavished fortunes to marry her and kept her hidden from the world's eyes, unwilling to share her beauty with others.

Standing against the harsh wind and snow, Cailey appeared almost ethereal, as if she might dissolve into the elements at any moment.

The young man, who had just kissed her hand, was one of many captivated by her.

She was stunning, after all.

The young man couldn't resist the urge to draw nearer under the guise of offering condolences.

He did not release her hand, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

Panic flashed across Cailey's face as she tried to withdraw her hand, but the young man's hold only strengthened as he stepped closer.

His gaze lingered on her delicate features before he leaned in. "Mrs. Morris, should you ever feel lonely, I am more than willing to keep you company," he whispered.

Tears welled in Cailey's eyes, rolling down her cheeks like pearls.

She quickly bowed her head, seemingly fearful that other guests might notice her distress. Her lips trembled as she fought back tears, evoking deep sympathy.

Everyone was aware that with Bobby Morris' death, the family's wealth would transfer to his younger brother, Laurence Morris.