My Stepson, My Sinful Obsession

in bed beside my husband, his steady breaths filling the silence, my body ached with a hunger

d have buried it. But it was alr

nd a wealthy billion

e would send the c

asn't that reputable-certainly not wealth

nothing more than a chance

han the entertainment for the socialites, my fingers gliding over the

y final piece when a gr

way. Mr Klaus requ

me. Why would he-Alexander Klaus, the most el

ologne and aged whiskey. Mr. Klaus stood near the window, his silhouette cast agains

piercing gaze settled on me, and a sl

deep voice smooth as silk. "Your music moved

deeply. A p

his tone. I knew he w

e you as my pr

made me feel a ce

," he continued, his piercing gaze locking

ve

ommanding and

like Alexander Klaus could have the world's most prestig

portunity like this was once in a

the unease that I felt in my stomach. "

. "Good girl," he said, taking a slow s

nd soon, we started getting

about. He was kind, gentle in ways that contradicted his cold reputation. Every nigh

I

y grand estate with soft melodies, I would quietly go

hing to do with him, who held him responsible for his mother's death. His son had be

d to search for them. They had abandoned me, and I had long since decided-I wo

efore feelings b

e forties, while I was only in my e

of society became insignifica

roposed,

end. Not a single one received a response. Each unanswered text left a flicker of sa

ontract was signed, the m

thiest Man in Dist, U.S. Did sh

nd and wife, Klaus had stayed back to speak wit

two steps be

ing at 6'1, broad shoulders carryin

a look so cutting it sent a chill down my

father decided to re

t

h

multiple times. This w

I were nothing more than a cheap, temporary replace

d-on. If he thought I would shrink und