All Chapters of A Little Stepmother in Trouble: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Five years later…Life hadn't gone the way Diana expected after the divorce.She'd learned the hard way that the world she used to move in was shallow to the core—the second you lost your status, the people you thought were your friends turned their backs on you. Izan made sure nobody hired her, made sure nobody so much as gave her a shift. He wanted her crawling back, and she wasn't about to let him humiliate her like that.Her ex-husband had lied to everyone. Rewrote the whole story, claimed he'd caught her cheating with the driver. And just to finish her off, he swore she'd tried to rob him blind so she could run off with her lover. He'd forged evidence, bought off witnesses, made sure the divorce settlement left her with nothing—and it had been easy for him, thanks to her own mistake.The night she'd slept with a stranger, she'd gotten pregnant. They'd run the DNA test, and the result was exactly what she'd feared: Izan wasn't her daughter's father.Diana heard the pounding on the

"I think you're seriously confused," Diana told him the second the door closed and they were alone. "What exactly are you playing at, saying that to the kids? Look, Mr. Handsome, I know you think you're the last Coke in the desert because you're big and strong and powerful. But nobody—listen to me, nobody—is going to break my daughter's heart by making her believe things that are never going to happen."Who did this man think he was?! Now it would be up to her to make Victoria understand that she couldn't see those children again, and that she wouldn't be living in the dream house they'd just described to her.She'd seen the hope light up in her daughter's eyes the moment that arrogant man announced he needed to talk to his new mommy."First of all, sit down. I like to talk to people while looking them in the eye, so they know I'm telling the truth. And second, you can stop calling me Mr. Handsome. My name is Alexander Turner."Diana searched her memory at the sound of that name.She'

By the time morning came, Diana had already forgotten the sting of Alexander's rejection and was ready to take on whatever the day threw at her. Optimism filled her whole life. Everything was fantastic. Her contract also stipulated that, so she wouldn't waste time crisscrossing the city to drop the kids at different schools, Victoria would be enrolled with Nathan and Gabriel too. That wouldn't kick in until the following week, though, once Alexander could sort it out with the school. Happy, she got out of bed, showered, and did herself up more than she probably should have—but she couldn't help it. She told herself she needed to look presentable for her first day, and that was the only reason. "Good morning, kids, time to get up," she said, walking into the children's room, flipping on the light, and discovering that the place looked like a minefield. Her smile faltered for a second, but she reminded herself she hadn't been hired to clean. Oh my God, is that gum stuck to the c

When Alexander got home and walked in, he couldn't believe the peace and quiet that greeted him. He looked around—no shouting, no complaints, no disaster waiting to be solved. That wasn't normal. He'd texted Diana a couple of hours earlier to check in, and she hadn't answered. Part of him wanted to turn around and drive straight back, but he'd been slammed at work and had to trust that the kids would behave, for once. He'd seen how much they liked Diana. He owed them the benefit of the doubt.He caught one of the staff in the hallway and stopped her."Where are my kids?""They've been playing all afternoon with the new nanny and her daughter, out at the treehouse. They're still there."Alexander felt his mouth slowly fall open.Had he walked into the wrong house? Or had he driven through some kind of time warp on the way home and landed in an alternate dimension?Nathan and Gabriel, calm, for an entire afternoon? No. Impossible."Are you sure that's what's happening?""Even I have a h

It was the weekend, and Alexander had woken up fired up and full of plans. He was going to shut that judgmental nanny up once and for all — the one who dared question how he raised his own kids. Quality time. Ha! He'd show that prissy little pixie exactly how the Turners had fun. Her words had been running through his head all night: "Your children's language is misbehaving — it's how they're expressing that they have an absent father who doesn't give them enough of his time." Ha! Maybe those weren't her exact words, but that was what he'd heard, and he had no intention of playing the storybook ogre. He was going to reveal his little devils' true personalities, and after that, she'd have nothing but praise for him. He'd survived alone with them for almost six years, and nobody — not even Little Miss "I-raised-the-perfect-daughter" — was going to tell him he hadn't tried hard enough.It was four in the morning, the house was dead silent, and Alexander was digging through the storage ro