LOGINUnable to accept that her father would wed once more, McKenzie Elle Dela Fuentez sought refuge in the neon glow of a bar, drowning her bitter sorrows in wine. Her desperate escape into the bottle spiraled into a single, passionate night—an unexpected surrender into the arms of another woman. Yet, the dawn of reality eventually broke. Driven by duty and a quiet acceptance of her father's new chapter, she stepped into the wedding reception to honor his joy. She could never have foreseen the cruel twist of the veil: the woman her father had just sworn to love forever was the very same stranger she had shared her bed with. How beautifully, how terribly, fate plays its wicked games. Could a happy ending bloom from such tangled roots? Follow the forbidden symphony of McKenzie Elle Dela Fuentez and Allyna Celeste Constantine Di Silvestre in My Step Mom. Exclusively on GoodNovel.
View MoreAllyna’s hands stilled on Elle's back, her posture turning slightly rigid as she absorbed the weight of those words. She pulled back just enough to look down, framing Elle’s tear-stained face with both of her hands. Her dark eyes searched Elle's dazed expression with an intense, quiet gravity. "Mcki, look at me," Allyna murmured, her voice dropping into a gentle but incredibly cautious whisper. "What do you mean by that? How exactly did you see your dad and Osmund looking at each other?" Elle swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she looked up into the intense gaze of Allyna. The safety of the locked bedroom gave her the courage to finally voice the dizzying thought that had been taking root in her mind all evening. "It wasn't just a business greeting, Celeste," Elle whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched Allyna’s wrists. "In the foyer, when Osmund arrived... my dad's entire face changed. The cold armor he always wears around us just completely melted away. And then
The heavy silence of the room wrapped around them, a sharp contrast to the suffocating theater of the downstairs foyer and dining room. Allyna leaned back against the wood of the door, her dark eyes tracking Elle as the girl dropped her bag onto a chair. Deep down, Allyna was actually the person who wanted Elle to finally know the truth about her father’s true preferences more than anyone. She had known Elle suffer through years of misplaced guilt, carrying the agonizing trauma of her mother’s sudden departure, all while Ronan used his daughter's pain as a convenient shield to bury his own secrets. Allyna hated the unfairness of it. She hated how much it had cost Elle's emotional well-being. But despite that burning desire for justice, Allyna refused to be the one to break the silence. She didn't want the truth to come from her lips. She firmly believed that the revelation had to come from Ronan himself; he was the right one to say it. At the end of the day, it was his life, hi
The moment dinner concluded, the fragile illusion of family dinner dissolved instantly. Ronan wiped his mouth with a linen napkin, his authoritative mask sliding seamlessly back into place as he stood up from the head of the table. "Osmund, let's move to the study," Ronan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We have the quarterly merger files to review before tomorrow morning." Osmund offered a polite, practiced nod to Allyna and Elle, playing the part of the diligent business partner to perfection. "Of course. Lead the way." As the two men exited the dining room, the heavy oak doors of the study clicked shut behind them, instantly cutting off the rest of the house. The room was draped in dark leather and mahogany, smelling faintly of expensive scotch and old paper. The moment the lock turned, the professional distance between them vanished, replaced by years of built-up frustration. "How much longer, Ronan?" Osmund demanded, not even waiting for Ron
From where he sat at Ronan’s right hand, Osmund kept his expression perfectly smooth, maintaining the calm, dependable demeanor he had worn for years. But beneath the mahogany table, his fist was clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palm. He hadn't come tonight just for a casual dinner or a standard business briefing. Tonight, he wanted a definitive answer. For years, Osmund had played his part in this elaborate, exhausting theater production. He had stood in the shadows, watching Ronan marry Allyna, watching him build a flawless, traditional kingdom out of pure pride, all while hiding the only truth that actually mattered. Osmund was drowning. He was desperately tired of going with the flow, entirely suffocated by the endless, performance-driven acts required to keep their true relationship a secret from the world. Tonight, he was going to force Ronan to tell him exactly how much longer they were expected to live a lie. Reaching for the wine decanter, Osmund purpo
Back at the house, Allyna stood in front of her bedroom mirror, smoothing down the lapels of her sharp blazer. The domestic mask she wore for Ronan was gone, replaced by the authoritative, poised demeanor of Professor Di Silvestre. The decision to keep her maiden name was a deliberate stateme
Elle’s class dissolved in an instant, for it was the solitary hour she had to bear. Now, she sat upon the familiar bench, her usual sanctuary for whiling away the drifting hours. She weighed returning home at once, struck by the sudden realization that her room was no longer a solitary refuge
"The hell have you been?" Ito agad ang sumalubong kay Elle pagbukas pa lang niya ng main door ng kanilang bahay. Hindi niya pinansin ang himutok ni Allyna at nilagpasan lang ito. Pabalyang hinila Siya sa kamay ni Allyna. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Hindi na mapigilan ni Allyna ang galit
Pinili ni Elle na ubusin ang oras niya kina Oli dahil walang pasok at ayaw niyang makita si Allyna sa kanilang bahay. Nitong mga nagdaang araw ay nagiging bugnutin Siya at mainitin ang ulo. Konting bagay ay mabilis siyang mainis. Akala niya dahil lang ito sa monthly period niya, pero halos 5
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