Novel & Cerita Bad Stepmother

"She said, 'Dear child, remain pious and good, and then God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.' Then she closed her eyes and departed this life. The little girl went every day to her mother's grave and wept, and she remained pious and good." At first, Thea seemed wide awake, occasionally sniffling and commenting on the story. "Cinderella is so sad, losing her mother when she was so little. She's just like Thea, so unfortunate." "Cinderella was so kind—why did her stepmother and stepsisters have to be mean to her and hurt her?" "Thea doesn't want a stepmother. Stepmothers are all bad. Thea only wants Auntie. Auntie won't hurt Thea. Auntie is good

I struggled to hear what they were saying, but I couldn't. "...crucial... the spell... worked correctly," my step mother's voice drifted through the door, fragments of her sentences piecing together in my mind. The mention of a spell sent a shiver down my spine. What were they talking about? And why did it feel like she badly wanted to keep whatever this was a secret. My stepmother keeping secrets is never a good thing. and she could never be trusted with anyone. she was disloyal and she was wicked or at least that is how she had shown me. I cannot come to believe that any actions coming from her could result in something bad happening to another person. she has to be wicked. she has to be d

"Good. Now, you say your mother sent you. Did you whore of a mother come back to life and request a cake?" I raised my head and watched the scrawny man from under my lashes. His wife had been snatched by the chief. He was depressed and sad. So I didn't hate him for the cruel words he said to me. I understood him. "I am sorry, my stepmother. Catherine Howard," I said. "Oh, Catherine..." He dragged the name over his tongue as he searched the cupboards like my stepmother's name was the beacon he needed to find the cake faster. "Aahh!" He exclaimed.

The memories came rushing back like dark water and I let them flow. “It started with my stepmother Guilia,” I began softly. “She was beautiful on the outside but rotten inside. She married my father for his money and power but she was always jealous of me. She hated how much my father loved me. So she started playing games. She would smile sweetly in front of him but behind closed doors she would say cruel things. She told me I was worthless. That I was crazy. That no one would ever love a monster like me.” Mateo’s hand stopped moving on my back. He listened carefully without interrupting. I kept going even though the words felt heavy in my throat.

Liora “You… stupid… brat. No one wants you here. You're nothing but a worthless, filthy, pathetic fool.” Kate’s voice cracked, trembling with rage as she lifted the machete and brought it down on my body with a sickening force, like she was splitting a log of wood without mercy. Life wasn't exactly the best thing that had happened to me since I was born, so I wasn't shocked by the scene of my stepmother macheting me to death when all I ever did was worship her and did everything she asked of me.

She flinched back in fear before nodding and running out of the room, obviously to go complain to my father about me again, not like I fucking care. Matilda was my stepmother. She got married to my father after the death of my mother. She was my mother’s sister and my favorite aunty until she betrayed my mother’s trust. She still tries to play the perfect stepmother, a snake that can’t be trusted. I huffed in anger, punching the wall behind me. My father thinks he could force me to marry the enemy? The Hernandez are the second biggest family after us, and we have been rivals for years now. It all started after the betrayed our trust in a business deal that was meant to land us billions.

What happened to everybody? “My mom…” “I told you this already—your stepdaddy is on his way to get her. And if we don’t leave now, he’s going to get us too.” “Damien? But why would he…?” “Ugh! What’s with this bitch, anyway? Why do we need to bring her along?” The woman from before was walking next to them. She had short blond hair in a pixie cut and a very pretty face that seemed fixed in a scowl. Liz had seen how maliciously she eyed her, like Liz was dirt beneath her feet. It was all too much. It’s not like she asked to be brought along. She’d rather stick with her mom.

Six years of tireless devotion earned her the title of a competent stepmother. What about Lauren? She had just given birth to them, and she vanished right after. For the past six years, she hadn't done anything for her children. Yet, she expected to be more important than Rhea? At that moment, Carter felt that he had made a grave mistake. Rhea, a stepmother, never once tried to use the kids to win him over. But Lauren actually thought that they were useless to her and wanted another child. "Carter, don't misunderstand me. I know I haven't been perfect with the kids, but I'm learning. You have to give me time," Lauren said.

I heard footsteps descending the stairs, lighter this time, followed by a cruel, familiar laugh. “Oh, you’re still alive,” my stepmother’s voice said, filled with disdain. “Good riddance, I say.” I managed to lift my head slightly, blinking through the haze. She stood at the base of the stairs, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips curled into a scornful smile. “What a waste,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You couldn’t even do one thing right. You had a chance—a chance to be something, to get out of our lives for good. But no, you had to ruin everything, didn’t you?”

Who was that stranger? As I walked down the stairs, I was dismayed to find my stepmother there. “I told you all she does is lazy around and do nothing, Mother! I’m the one carrying the child, but she has chosen to be useless!” Betty complained. My mother turned to me and said, “Don’t you ever get tired of being useless around here? Your poor innocent sister is helping you and the pack by giving birth to an heir, a small duty you couldn't even fulfill, and now making breakfast is something you can't even begin to do?”