All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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Foursome

Eden's POVThe air in the private suite was heavy, charged with the kind of volatile electricity that only ignites when power is being reclaimed. Tonight was not just about pleasure; it was a ritual of possession—a sealing of the cracks left by the intrusion of that pathetic girl, Mia. She was a closed chapter, a nuisance finally swept away, and now, the house felt entirely, suffocatingly mine again.I stood in the center of the room, my silk robe discarded on the chaise lounge. The soft, amber glow of the lamps caught the curves of my skin, but I wasn't just a woman in a room. I was the Queen. Daddy, Felix, and Jonas stood in a semi-circle before me, their gazes unified in a singular, devouring intensity. They didn't see a girl. They saw their legacy, their heartbeat, and their singular, driving obsession."You’ve been tense since the dinner," Daddy said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in my chest. He stepped forward, his eyes—identical to his sons'—tracing the

Taken in the gym

Eden's POVThe morning air in the private Schmidt gym was cool, biting against the skin, a stark contrast to the heat that had dominated the master suite since Mia’s departure the previous evening. My muscles felt heavy, beautifully tender from the exhaustive marathon with Daddy, Felix, and Jonas, but the restlessness of my blood—the insatiable demand of the Queen—would not let me rest. I needed to move, to burn off the excess energy, to remind myself that my body was an instrument of power that only I truly commanded.I walked into the gym wearing only a thin, oversized gym vest that hung loosely off my shoulders. The sound of my bare feet against the rubberized matting was the only noise until the heavy steel door creaked open. Daniel entered. He was dressed in his signature dark workout gear, his face composed, his eyes scanning the space with that terrifying focus that always made the air feel thin. He didn't say a word, his gaze tracking the way the vest rode up my thighs as I st

Taken In the shower

Eden's POVThe lingering ghost of Silas’s possession was still vivid against my skin, a phantom ache of heat and raw power. My body felt like a landscape that had been thoroughly mapped and claimed, but the Schmidt men never allowed for stillness. They were a tide, and I was the shore they continuously eroded and reshaped.I turned the shower dial to the coldest setting, letting the icy needles of water wash away the exhaustion of the gym. I needed the shock. I needed to feel my own nerves firing again, separate from the imprint of Silas’s hands on my hips and the heavy, metallic tang of the gym floor. I leaned my forehead against the cool marble tiles, closing my eyes, letting the water slick my hair back from my face. I was alone, or so I thought.The heavy glass door of the walk-in shower slid open with a soft, sliding hiss. I didn't turn around at first, assuming it was one of the maids or perhaps Daniel checking in, but the shift in the air pressure was unmistakable. It wasn't th

You were looking at something that doesn't belong to you

Daniel's POVThe boardroom air was sterile, chilled to a degree that bit at the skin, but the heat radiating from me was enough to make the glass walls sweat. I sat at the head of the polished obsidian table, my posture deceptively relaxed, my fingers steepled beneath my chin. To my right, Silas was a brooding monolith of stone, his eyes tracking every movement in the room with predatory patience. Luca, fresh from his initiation, sat with a sharp, disciplined stillness that bordered on lethal.I watched as Eden walked into the room, the click of her heels against the marble floor the only sound. She was here to finalize the merger with the Moretti Company—a move to consolidate our control over the logistics sector. The weight of every gaze in the room followed her, but one stood out, a jagged edge in my otherwise perfectly ordered room.A representative from the Moretti side, a man named Sterling, let his eyes linger on her. It wasn't a look of professional appraisal; it was a slow, i

The Architect's Decree

Daniel's POVThe office was silent, save for the rhythmic, low hum of the servers processing the millions of data points I’d ordered extracted. It was a sound I’d grown to appreciate—the sound of an empire functioning with the precise, cold heartbeat of a machine. I sat behind my massive obsidian desk, the glass expanse of my view overlooking Manhattan, a sprawling kingdom of steel and glass that bowed to the weight of my name. My focus, however, remained entirely on the tablet in my hand, where the digital architecture of a man’s life was being dismantled in real-time.Sterling had made a catastrophic error. He had looked at Eden with eyes that were far too hungry, an insolent, predatory sweep of his gaze that had dared to measure what was already claimed. He had looked at my wife with eyes that needed to be taught a lesson in permanence, and I was exactly the man to provide the curriculum. In my world, respect was not requested; it was a baseline requirement, and those who failed to

Public Dominance

Daniel's POVThe boardroom was always cold, but today, it felt sharpened, like the blade of a knife held against the throat of the city. I sat at the head of the obsidian table, my hands resting flat against the polished surface. To my right, Silas was a wall of muscle and unwavering focus; to my left, Luca sat with a stillness that felt like a coiled spring. Across from them, the rest of the inner circle held their ground, a group of men whose lives were entirely tethered to the machine I had built.Eden sat at my side, her presence a grounding force that commanded as much respect as my own. We didn’t need to speak to coordinate our next move. We were operating on a frequency that the rest of these men—and the rest of the business world—couldn’t even begin to perceive. Sterling’s public destruction had sent the exact message we intended: when you try to reach for a piece of the Schmidt empire, you don’t just get burned. You get erased."The gala tonight," I said, my voice steady, cut

It's already Ours

Daniel's POVSilas walked over, his presence dominating the corner of the room. "The rest of the board is asking for a meeting tomorrow morning. They’re calling it an 'emergency session'.""Let them hold it," I said, walking to the desk and sitting down. "They’re holding an emergency session because they’ve finally realized that the old way of doing business is dead. They’re afraid of the vacuum, and they’re looking for someone to blame. Let them look. Let them panic. By the time that meeting starts, we’ll have the controlling interest in every firm they’re worried about."Eden stood at the center of the room, her presence as commanding as any of ours. She looked at each of the men, then back to me, her eyes reflecting the same hunger for control that fueled everything we did."We don't need a meeting to show them," she said. "We need to show them the new structure. We show them the ledger, we show them the timeline for the takeover, and we wait for them to realize that their only pat

In Control

Daniel's POVThe boardroom was silent, the kind of silence that usually preceded a storm. I sat at the head of the obsidian table, my hands resting flat on the cool surface. Silas stood to my right, his eyes scanning the men seated before us, while Luca stood by the door, a silent reminder that there were other ways to enforce a decision if words failed.Eden was next to me, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, tracking every flicker of hesitation on the board members' faces. They had spent the last twenty minutes trying to explain why the maritime deal was too risky, why the logistics were too complex, and why we should wait for a better climate. I let them talk, listening to the excuses, watching them squirm under the weight of their own cowardice.When the lead director, a man named Henderson, finally stopped speaking, I didn't rush to answer. I took a slow breath, letting the tension grow until it felt like the air in the room was being sucked out."Are you finished, Henderson?

Their claim

Eden’s POV"Henderson didn't just fold; he crumbled," Silas said, his voice hard. "I should have stepped in sooner. The delay was an unnecessary drain."Daniel kept his gaze forward, his expression fixed. "He needed to reach his breaking point. If I had cut him off earlier, he wouldn't have understood the scale of his loss. He needed to feel the weight of his own obsolescence before he signed the release. It’s not just about the takeover; it’s about the message.""The message was received," Luca said from the driver's seat, his eyes monitoring the road. "The logistics team has already cleared the maritime manifests. We're ready for the first transition. The fleet is ours.""The transition is secondary," Silas said, his hand tightening on my knee. His grip was bruising, a physical assertion of his claim. "The priority is ensuring the family understands the shift in power. Tonight’s ritual is non-negotiable. It is the baseline for everything that follows."I looked at Silas. "I know."W

The Butcher's Punishment

Eden's POVThe steam in the shower was thick, blurring the lines of the glass and tile. I stood under the spray, the hot water doing little to wash away the feeling of the last few hours. My skin was sensitive, marked, and aching. I kept my eyes closed, trying to steady my breathing, but the silence was broken the moment the door lock clicked.Silas entered. He did not knock. He walked toward the shower stall and slid the glass open. The cold air rushed in as he stood there, watching me. He looked at the marks on my skin—the bruises from Daddy and the others."Are you trying to wash us off?" he said, his voice low and vibrating against the tile.I looked up at him, my hair plastered to my face. "I'm just cleaning up.""You're wasting your time," he said. He reached into the stall, his hand catching my hair and pulling my head back. He pushed me against the back wall of the shower. He did not undress; the water soaked through his clothes, but he did not hesitate.He gripped my hips, hi

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