Marked by Desire: Stealing My Mother's Man
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, I hate m
boarding a plane to New York, returning to the very place I had once escaped. Back to a house that never felt like home. Back to a mother who was
Montg
one of the most influential men in this cursed city-his ruthlessness in the busi
uldn't be pleased to have me in his home, not even as his future wif
t didn'
. I had to go, if only to help my mother prepare for her birthda
rehensive. I had missed New York-the c
ears there since passing my entrance exam with distinction. That achiev
ifty-to a man in his forties whose face, line
ing in her happiness. But at the time, I had been too preoccupied with my studies. My travel documents and arrangements had already been finalized, and my schedule was
uld be attending my mot
g expenses, tuition, and everything else. But I had never dared to ask wheth
y was the day. My mother was born on August 26th, and I loved New Yor
known man-my mother's fiancé, the stranger I kne
y adjusted the clothes inside my suitcase. I hadn't r
en return to where it all began, even if only for a short whi
ly missed my flight to New York. My eyes flew open in shock when I realized the time-it was alread
not on
f I was ready. I reassured her warmly bef
hen I was bound to be late. It would be embarrassing to ke
enty minutes. I disembarked, exhaust
yself througho
nder that summers in New York could be suffocating. Raising a hand, I hailed a cab,
ack suit. I couldn't make out his featu
hile I focused on readi
back,
before offering him a small smile and
you a
ignoring me is
g for you. Do
to me, as if I were one of h
se, he did. Vlad Montgomery's mansion. The place that was supposed to be my home but had never been anything
r finally stopped in front of the massive iron gates,
ion. Majestic.
home. Just sheer luxury
would one expect from the own
ere random and unsteady. The darkness was so deep t
nvisible weight pressing against my chest. The mo
u've decided
ned s
ack dress. Her blonde hair was styled to perfection, and her sharp gaze swept
calm, devoid of warmt
d steps, her smile just as manufactur
the
I could avoid it, she press
e better manners after
othing I did would ev
sound of confident footste
d-and s
Montg
red and effortlessly refined in a dark suit tailored to perf
. Undeni
merely stood there, gazing at me as
ging his icy demeanor. I already knew he didn'
ntroduced me in a smooth, polite tone, as if pre
of silence. Then, finally, he s
kno
wo
pleasantries. No
fleeting moment, the air
perceptible smirk, I said, "P
lightly, as if my w
're
parked within me. Did he
unmistakable. Then, in a cooler tone, I add
Then, without another word
lavish living room. She didn't seem to notice how my gaze l
riate about our exchange.
ye
e looked at me made somet