Novels by Felcon Lee

We stood frozen in shock as we stared at the two people standing just beyond the threshold. Jenna from City Pulse held a small silver recorder in one hand, the red light already glowing. Behind her a young man with a camera bag shifted his weight, the lens already half-raised.“This is private property,” Marco recovered and said, stepping forward so that his body partially blocked the doorway. “You don’t have permission to be here.”Jenna’s smile was polite and practiced. “Mr. Marcello, we only need a few minutes. We’ve received multiple tips regarding marital difficulties and a possible relationship between Mrs. Marcello and another member of the family. We’re giving you the opportunity to comment before anything is published.”Luca remained silent beside me. I could feel the heat of his body, the controlled tension in the way he stood. He did not look at the reporter but at Marco.I stepped slightly to the side so that I was no longer hidden behind either man.“What exactly are the

Isabella’s POVUpon reaching upstairs, I met Sofia who sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor with her math workbook open on her lap. The afternoon light came through the half-closed blinds in thin stripes across the carpet. She looked up the moment I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.“Is Daddy mad again?” she asked.I sat down on the edge of her bed. “Daddy and I are talking about grown-up things. It’s not your job to fix it.”She chewed the end of her pencil. “You look different when you come home late. Happier. Then Daddy gets quiet and mean.”I reached out and smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m trying to be happier, baby. That’s all you need to know right now.”Matteo’s voice yelled from the hallway for someone to help him find his other shoe. The twins started arguing over a toy in the next room. The normal noise of the house pressed in around us. I helped Sofia with two long division problems, kissed the top of her head, and went back downstairs.Marco was

Isabella’s POV The phone screen stayed lit between us on the bed. Luca’s arm remained tight around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. Neither of us spoke for several long seconds. Outside, a car alarm chirped somewhere down the street. Inside the apartment, the only sound was the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the faint drip of the shower we had left running earlier. I sat up slowly, the sheet sliding down to my waist. My body still carried the heat and marks from the night before. Luca’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs. I pulled the sheet higher and stared at the message again. “Mrs. Marcello? This is Jenna from City Pulse. We’ve received tips about tension in your household and possible involvement with another family member. Would you like to comment before we run the story?” Luca reached over and took the phone from my hand. He read it once, then again, jaw tightening. “How the fuck did they get this?” he muttered. I swung my legs over the

Lila: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, baby.Marco’s face had gone pale for only a second before the mask slipped back into that cold, controlled expression he wore whenever someone threatened his carefully curated image. He snatched the phone, deleted the preview, and locked the screen with a sharp jab of his thumb.“This changes nothing,” he said, voice low so the sleeping kids wouldn’t hear. “You think you’ve got something on me? Think again. I still control the money. The house. The narrative. One word from me and the family will believe whatever I tell them about you.”“You think I care?...tell them,” I whispered. “Tell them their golden boy has been fucking a twenty-five-year-old while calling the mother of his children a cow. I’m sure your mother will be proud.”His eyes flashed. For a moment I thought he might finally lose the carefully measured control he always maintained. Instead he stepped back, jaw tight, and turned away.“Go to bed, Isabella. This conversation is ov

Isabella’s POVMarco’s words landed like a slap across the face, but I refused to flinch.I stood frozen in the doorway, the cool night air still clinging to my skin, my body still humming from hours of being thoroughly used by his brother. My pussy was swollen and tender, leaking Luca’s cum into my panties with every small shift of my weight. My thighs felt sticky. My neck and breasts carried faint marks I’d tried to hide with my collar and a light scarf. And yet here was Marco sitting on our couch like he owned the narrative of my body.I closed the door behind me slowly, buying myself a second to steady my breathing. The house was quiet, the kids long asleep. The only light came from the single lamp beside him, casting harsh shadows across his face.“Excuse me?” I said, keeping my voice low but steady as I stepped further into the living room. My sundress still smelled faintly of Luca’s cologne mixed with sex.Marco leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes raking over me with cold

Isabella’s POVThe shed door rattled again, harder this time. Marco’s voice cut through the dim, dusty space like a knife.“Bella? You in there?”Luca’s hand froze between my thighs, two thick fingers still buried deep in my dripping pussy. My dress was bunched around my waist, my breasts heaving against his chest. His eyes locked onto mine — dark, alert, but not panicked. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with a wicked glint in his eye, even as my heart tried to hammer its way out of my throat.I smoothed my dress down with shaking hands, trying to steady my breathing. Luca stepped back silently, pressing himself against the far wall behind a stack of old gardening supplies, hidden from immediate view if the door opened.“I’m here,” I called out, my voice surprisingly steady. “Just grabbing some extra paper plates. The door got stuck.”I stepped toward the door and cracked it open just enough to slip out, blocking Marco’s view inside. He