Replacing My Stepsister

Dear Readers, this novel is in the modern era, with fantasy mix, dark, and twisted romance. There is physical and verbal abuse, sexual harassment, betrayal, cheating/infidelity, tortures, BDSM, sex (lots of explicit scenes).

Stella was pushed into a red and dark room. The room was decorated with a sex scene theme. There were ropes, straps, and chains on the bed. She frowned as she knew exactly what type of scenario, she was in. She was in a pleasure room. A room where the man will come and seek pleasure from a woman for one night. Doing whatever they wanted to do. From BDSM to hardcore sex all night long. She was going to be used as a sex toy for the rich men of her father’s company.

Stella turned around to look at her stepmother and father.

“You will be replacing your sister. So, you better do your job well,” said Stella’s stepmother, Eliza Wood. She was a woman in her mid-forties. She had medium size length hair and brown eyes.

Stella glared at his stepmother.

“Make sure you pleasure the old man tonight,” sneered her stepmother.

Stella’s breathing pace in anger.

“This is what you owe me for raising you for the past eighteen years” said Stella’s stepmother, smirking at her.

Stella became furious at her stepmother’s words.

“Humph. Your mother’s mother was a whore, seducing my dad. Thus, giving birth to your mother. Your mother’s a whore who seduced my husband.”

“My mother’s not a whore,” said Stella.

Stella’s stepmother laughed. “Your mother IS a whore! She seduced your father, MY husband and made him fall head over heels for her! Stealing him for years!” she huffed. “That’s how she gave birth to you, you slut!”

Stella’s breathing quickened.

Her stepmother walked around her and said, “Humph! Your bloodline runs deep. It’s all in your genes. Therefore, I believe you will do well in satisfying this horny old man.”

Stella clenched her fist tightly. “How I hate this woman,” she thought.

“Like mother like daughter.”

“Don’t talk about my mother that way.” Stella was clenching her fists tightly.

“Ha. Sweetie, you’re the same as your mother. Grabbing all the attention, stealing all the love, and craving for lustful sex! ”

Stella bit her lower bottom lip. She was trying hard to hold onto her anger. Trying not to lash out her years of hatred at this wicked woman.

“At least you be seducing rich man,” laughed Eliza.

“Yeah, the old, hairy, and sagging balls,” giggled Amy. Amy, her stepsister, was standing next to her stepmother laughing at her as well.

Amy had blond hair and blue eyes. She has a fair figure. She’s evenly tanned. She’s twenty three years old. She just recently graduated and was a top model in the entertainment world. All men adore her as they find her desirable. Especially the elderly man, who’s a billionaire, named Sebastian Whitmore.

Sebastian have been dying to have her since he laid eyes on her. He’s the CEO of the Whitmore company. He’s a man in his late fifties. He has grey hair, fat, a pot belly, and is old. He is known to like young woman. Rumors was that he likes it rough and hard with his woman. He likes them most when they’re in bondage. Many says that women who spends a night with him, won’t be able to walk the next day. Some of them who’s unlucky won’t be able to walk for the next few days. For Mr. Whitmore is quite sadistic.

“But it’s you he wanted,” said Stella.

“But he doesn’t need to know that,” said Amy.

“But he would know.”

“No, he won’t. For he will be drunk by the time he gets in here. Mother will make sure of that.”

“You won’t get away with it.”

“Oh, why is that?” asked Stella’s stepmother.

“I will tell on you,” answered Stella.

“If you do, I will make sure that you won’t live to see another day.”

Stella’s face paled.

Her stepmother tilted her head upward. She smirked and said, “Humph! I’m giving you a lifetime opportunity here, so sleep with the old man. Give him your body. Have sex with him. Give him pleasure. Do it for your stepsister.”

“Do it for my stepsister?”

“Yes. Replace her in her stead.”

“How could you do this to me?”

Stella’s stepmother sinisterly smiled at her. “It’s simple. Because I hate you.”

“For the hatred of my mother, you’re selling me off to the richest and old man," said Stella, clenching her fists tightly. 

“Of course," said her stepmother, laughing crazily at her. "This is your mother’s redemption.”

 “What?” gasped Stella.