IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON
I didn’t plan it.
I didn’t expect it.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him.
My name is Leah, and my story begins the night I signed the divorce papers that freed me from my cheating husband, Frank — the man who traded our marriage for his “therapist,” Vivian. I went to a bar searching for distraction, revenge, or maybe just a man who could make me forget the years I wasted.
Then I saw him.
A man so devastatingly handsome he stole the breath from my lungs.
A man I kissed before I even learned his name.
A man I took home with me because his touch felt like fire, because he made me moan like my body had been waiting for him all my life.
His name was Edward.
Our night together was the kind of passion you don’t forget — the kind that ruins you for anyone else. So I asked him to be my contracted lover, and he agreed. No strings. No emotions. Just pleasure.
But God, we broke every rule.
The shock of my life came when my ex-husband walked into a restaurant, saw me with Edward, and said the words that shattered my world:
“Son, what are you doing here?”
Edward.
Was.
His.
Son.
I ran. I tried to cut him off. I tried to erase him from my heart.
But how do you forget a man whose kiss has already claimed every piece of you?
Days later, during a storm, he appeared at my door — soaked, breathless, and begging me not to push him away. One kiss and all my resistance melted. One night and I knew it wasn’t lust anymore.
It was love.
Forbidden, dangerous, intoxicating love.
We fought for each other, even when his father tried to destroy us.
Even when his arranged fiancée showed up to pull him away from me.
Even when the world called it wrong.
But love doesn’t follow rules.
Love doesn’t care about titles, names, or history.
Love only knows who makes your heart race…
Who makes your body tremble…
Who makes your soul feel alive.
And for me, that man will always be Edward —
my ex-husband’s son…
and the only man I will ever belong to.