Blair Waldorf Step Dad Novels & Stories

someone asked. Mother waved the question away. "Don't bring her up. She’s cut from the same shabby cloth as her grandfather." Phoebe stood like an outsider at the edge of the hall and watched me circulate through every corner. I cradled a glass of red wine and chatted animatedly with the scions of the elite. Stepdad clapped his hands and hushed the room. He took my hand and led me to the exhibition stage. "My daughter is eighteen now," he announced, "it's time I let her go out into the world." He smiled and handed me a bank card. "Studying abroad is different from staying here. Take care of yourself."

“He was there when you were born.” The room tilted. “That’s not possible,” I said. “You said my father died before—” “I didn’t lie,” she whispered. “I just didn’t know the truth.” My ears rang. She grabbed my hands, gripping them tightly. “Ariana… Victor isn’t just your stepfather.” I stopped breathing. “He’s your biological father.” The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No. That’s not—he wouldn’t—”

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

A relative perhaps. “Blair is related to you somehow, isn’t she?” My guess hit the jackpot as my mother nodded. “Very impressive. Yes, Marie Balfour wasn’t exactly a loyal wife, although I can understand her considering her husband, Richard ‘Dick’ Balfour was truly a dick. So yes, my ‘dear’ father knocked her up.” Sarcasm was dripping on the word ‘dear’, clearly, my mother hated her father. “Blair is my half sister. The dear girl has been through a lot. Richard has treated her and her mother unkindly.”

BLAIR'S POV The content of the letter baffled us so much and my parents barely gave us five minutes to think, before the phone came buzzing with their call. “Williams,” Brian called, “Is this a joke?” He probed. “No, Brian,” my father said, “we have hard core evidence that your marriage to Blair is void, and also that you kidnapped our child, only to put her in harm's way,” he said. “Brian didn't do any of that,” I spoke defensively,

I didn’t bother to argue with her because In the next few weeks , I would be going to college . Though it was a university in the same state that I reside in , I knew that soon , I was definitely going to be leaving them all alone and then they could have all the time that they wanted for themselves . My mom and my new step dad had the best love story that I could ever think of , but what I still don’t get is how a man who appears to be in his late forties could be without kids . I thought that he was married , but from the look of things , I knew that he had none and my mom was his first wife .

"Your situation is indeed tragic, but that's no excuse to hurt me. Everyone has their own struggles, their own pain—I'm no different. You can't justify ruining someone else's life just because yours is difficult. You can't use the wrong methods to get what you want. "If it weren't for my dad sponsoring your education, you'd have dropped out and been working long ago. Don't talk to me about your hardships. "And as for your 'small wish' for my dad to come to your graduation ceremony and pretend to be your father, was that all?" Sally's eyes flickered nervously, and she looked away, unable to meet my gaze. "You've spread all sorts of rumors about me at school, haven't you? You've been poisoning

Not a father and a brother. Dads. "Eden, when you are here, you are not just going to sleep with my dads. There is more you don’t know about this family. I have two fathers. My mom was sleeping with them both, and that has been the way it is since I was born. They mean the world to me, both of them. It's a balance of power. Daniel runs the legit side of the family business, the steel and the glass, while Silas runs the underground. You think the more money comes from the buildings? You're mistaken. The buildings are just the skin. Silas is the bone."

She had not been forgettable. He just wished she had been. The house was completely silent. She lay still and listened. And then she heard footsteps in the hallway — slow, measured. They stopped outside her door. The silence had a specific texture — the kind that happened when someone was standing very still on the other side of a door. Not knocking. Not leaving. She did not breathe. The footsteps stood there for a long moment — long enough to be deliberate. Then they moved on. She exhaled. Closed her eyes. Tomorrow he would be her stepfather. And she would be absolutely fine.

‎Still… I wasn’t going to miss this for the world. ‎We were already in the car when Reya spoke, her voice dripping with amusement. ‎ ‎“This is the first time you’ll be attending a family event without staying in the shadows. Does this have anything to do with a certain blue-eyed bottom?” ‎ ‎I didn’t answer. Adrian, who had been sitting in the front seat, whipped his head around so fast I thought he’d get whiplash. ‎ ‎Reya ignored my glare and kept going, smirking. “The boy Kai brought back to the penthouse the night of the club opening… is his witch of a stepsister’s fiancé.”