A Stepmother's Marchen Novels & Stories

Derrick raised an eyebrow and said, "You do realize that I'm legally Bryce's father, and his uncle by blood. If you marry me and register your child as mine, you'll become Bryce's stepmother, and your son will become his younger brother. "What makes you so certain that I'd be willing to turn my own grandson into my son?" Frankly, I had zero confidence in this harebrained scheme of mine. However, I couldn't afford to show him that. I clenched the hem of my shirt and replied firmly, "I’m certain of it because you don't actually intend to leave the Newton family fortune to Bryce. Otherwise, you wouldn't have withheld shares from him all these years and only given him a monthly allowance.

“You have two choices, Emma marry Damien Blackwood… or walk out of this house with nothing.” Emma stared at Vivian in disbelief. Her ears rang as if the world around her had suddenly fallen silent. “…What?” Vivian folded her arms, her expression as cold as stone. “You heard me.” Emma looked from her stepmother to Sophia, hoping one of them would laugh and admit it was a cruel joke. Neither did. Sophia sat comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as though they weren’t discussing another person’s future.

Her distressed and anxious pheromones clouding the room. “You aren’t my sister. You are William’s daughter. There’s a difference. I will never be a brother to you. You’re nothing but a wolf that murdered a pup. A despicable wolf such as yourself should not be allowed to walk freely and so, I will punish you for what you’ve done.” Jake says, looking into her eyes before kicking her hand away from him. “Take her away.” He say to the guards. The dragged her away and just like Matthew, her yells fading away just as they dragged her.

“It’s been six years since your wife died. Your son needed a mother.” Callum scoffed. Right, that was the type of mindset that his father died. Just like what he did when his mother died when he was six years old, he wanted another woman to join the family just to expand his connections. “I don’t think my son would need a mother. Especially if his stepmother would be a woman like the one you brought home when I was young.” He might sound bitter but he did not care. He would not let Caleb experience the things that he experienced when his father married another woman and bore another son.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

He disconnected. God. I placed a palm on my forehead. How unfortunate am I to be created this way? “What's wrong? You look as if you got bad news. Did anything happen in your family?” “Hmm.” I nodded. “My stepmother fell from the stairs on her way to a meeting.” As if heavens can be that merciful. If only this were to be the case. I wish the fall will lead to her untimely death, then I will dance on her grave until someone pulls me out.

She called out, grabbing my father's arm. Getting married, giving birth to a male heir, is that only I can do? No, I can't show my emotions. Weaknesses are not allowed. I tried to keep myself calm, hiding my shaking hand. “If you want me to do my job properly, then do yours-” My words were cut short when I had a sharp stinging pain on my right cheek, my stepmother's face filled with horror before worry gushed over her evergreen face as she ran up to me.

“I… I can’t do this. You can’t force me to marry someone like that.” My stepmother’s eyes flashed with impatience. “Force you?” she echoed, her voice rising slightly. “You think we’re forcing you? You have one week to find a man of your choice. After that, you’ll marry the man we choose.” She let out a dry laugh, as though my protest was utterly foolish. “I won’t do it!” I finally found my voice, a surge of desperation rising up in my chest. “I can’t marry a stranger. I can’t—”

"Do you really want to know the truth?" My stepmother’s voice slithered through the darkened chamber, curling around me like a serpent. I clenched my fists. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t." She smiled—a slow, deliberate expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Her silver robes shimmered under the candlelight, making her look every bit the powerful enchantress she had always claimed to be. The woman who had stolen my father’s will murdered my mother, and crushed me beneath her heel now held the final answers I needed.