My Secret, My Stepbrother

WARNING!!! 🔞️ This story contains explicit and mature content; smut scenes, incest, violence, and BDSM. Reader discretion is advised. However, readers who are willing to explore the boundaries of fiction, and desire an immersive reading experience are invited to continue.

Please note that the author does not endorse or condone any of the actions or behaviors depicted in the story.

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When Isabel moved to Los Angeles, she had no idea that her life was about to change forever. Her new family was perfect, but there was a destructive secret lurking beneath the surface.

After her flight had landed, she made it toward the airport's exit to claim her baggage. Just then, her phone began to beep. She pulled it out, tapped on the answer button, and placed it over her ear.

"Hello, Mom,"

"Hello darling, welcome back to Los Angeles," Matilda said over the phone with such excitement.

"Thanks mom, it'll be a pleasure to meet our new family for the first time." She chuckled.

"I can imagine. Well, before you get to meet the entire family, you'll get acquainted with Mavis first. He's already on his way to pick you up."

"Mavis? Who's Mavis?" Isabel asked, her eyes rolling from side to side as she wondered. She was astonished that someone named Mavis would CARE to pick her up.

"Mavis is my husband's first son. Your stepbrother who has been anticipating your return."

Isabel had known a certain Mavis at high school. He was a tall and handsome young man with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes. He always seemed to carry himself with confidence, and he had a way of making people feel comfortable in his presence. He had a kind heart and a quick wit, but he was also a heartbreaker and a popular playboy.

In high school, he was wanted by many girls including Isabel because of his sweet looks. Isabel didn't stand a chance and was never noticed by him even until their graduation.

Toward the end of their final academic year, she asked her best friend to help her get a prom night ticket where she would set her eyes on Mavis for the last time, forever.

Her friend ended up breaking her heart when she brought the devastating News that Mavis and his favorite girlfriend, Estelle, had the highest votes among the nominees and were likely to win the title of prom king and queen. Out of frustration and jealousy, Isabel missed the prom.

She heaved and feigned a smile before Matilda hung up the call. She briefly walked up to the baggage claim area to pick up her traveling box. This Mavis shouldn't be the Mavis from high school, please God! She begged.

Briskly, she searched her handbag for her sunglasses, wore it, and rolled her box away. As she went, she held a bag close to her side as though she had a million dollars in it.

Matilda, Isabel's Mom, had been a little lonely after her husband passed. She remarried a year after to a man who was said to rule the city. Isabel's stepfather had so much money. Enough to buy thrice the goods contained in the Erewhon market for each family in Los Angeles.

Mavis, the zillionaire's first son, had a striking testimony too. He wasn't dependent on his father's establishment like Isabel.

Rather, he was working toward setting up multi-billion dollar businesses in California's most famous cities.

For Isabel, she had no other choice than to take over her late father's adult shop. Most times, she would see little or no income since she was trying to pay off his accumulated debts.