Blair Waldorf Step Dad 소설 & 이야기

×WYATT× I twirled the scotch in my glass before bringing it to my lips and taking a hefty sip. My father was looking at me with a disapproving expression on his face, not that it was anything new. He was always looking at me like that. But I supposed for a man in his mid-eighties, I couldn't really expect much more. Normally, I didn't give a shit about what he thought, but tonight was different. Tonight we had dinner with Caleb and Selma.

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?

He snapped. "You need to stop whatever it is that is on your mind" I warned. "He is your late brother's step-son, but he still refused to call you Uncle because he thinks I don't know..." I smirked, feeling deeply sad. “Anyways, you made a mistake by chasing him out. The only option he has now is to announce to the world that he is the son of the dead James West. I did not even lift a finger and things are going very well, but guess what? I will support him until he takes his rights. It's better to have him in that position than a woman who once worked at a bar.” A wicked smile spread across his face.

Her reply came almost instantly: “Breathe, Cierra. I’m on my way.” The reassurance in her words calmed me slightly, but the fear in my chest refused to dissipate entirely. I ran down the stairs, keeping my movements quiet but purposeful, and pushed open the door to the cool night air where Mallory was waiting. Her eyes immediately searched mine, and I could see the questions forming before she even spoke. “Cierra, what happened? You look like you just saw a ghost,” she whispered, stepping closer. I shook my head quickly, trying to suppress the panic. “It’s Blinky… or rather, it’s who called his phone while he was showering. Mallory… it was my stepdad,”

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

“What? You’re threatening to cut me off because of Martha’s kid?” “No! I’m giving you a reality check, because she’s my daughter.” Dad scolds his son, then glances at me. “I won’t let you traumatize your stepsister when she’s willing to study and you aren’t. Don’t think I’m okay with the bad decisions you’re making that will undoubtedly ruin your future. I’m barely managing to stay calm, so keep your distance from the only hope I have left. Maddie is a good kid. I’m lucky to have one decent child, since the other is utterly useless.” Caden tenses up, his jaw clenched, and his nostrils flare with rage. His fists are tightly clenched as we both listen to Dad repeat his usual words whenever he

~Lila~ “Baby, your stepfather is Sire.” Everything is happening too fast. I blink, rooted in place, staring at my stepfather. Ryder’s allegations sound so far-fetched, so surreal. I wait for Adam to vociferously deny them. My stepfather glares at Ryder. “That’s a lot to hurl at my head. You can’t back that up. You just hate me because I tried to separate Lila from your bad influence.” “You lying motherfucker.”

Mom announced proudly, her voice carrying over the music as she pulled me forward, “this is my daughter, Elara! Victor, darling, meet your new stepdaughter.” The room erupted in polite applause and murmurs of greeting. Victor stepped closer, extending his hand, his expression was smooth, charming for the crowd, but his eyes burned with something possessive and filthy. “Elara,” he said, voice low and rich, wrapping around my name like a caress. His hand engulfed mine, warm, strong, the same hand that had slapped my ass and held me in place while he came inside me. The contact sent electricity shooting up my arm. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h