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Condescendingly, she said, “You don’t know how much Josh has suffered because of the marriage arrangement between us. The engagement gifts are just small forms of compensation, and they’ll be used to raise our baby. I still haven’t paid you back for the grief Josh has gone through.” “How can you be so unreasonable?” I demanded. “You don’t need to explain anything to this sort of person, Vanessa. He will never understand the love we have,” Josh said. Seeing the two of them disgusted me. I was already determined to destroy the Whitecastle family. “How dare you let them do this to me, Vanessa? Do you want to drag your family down with you?”

“She was neglected for three days. When she was hungry, she could only eat cold takeout, and she had to go to sleep on the couch with a doll. She was so dirty by the time I got home that she looked like she took a tumble in a pile of trash. Did you ask her what’s going to happen to her in the future?” Zanda fidgeted for a brief moment before she adopted that self-righteous attitude again. “That’s a problem between you and Selena! My son went to your house to help you, and this happened! You have to be responsible for this!” I laughed so hard that I teared up. He helped? Yeah. He did. To the point that he slept with my wife and caused my daughter to be neglected for three days. How blind must

On Valentine's Day, my husband, Michael Graham, breaks the promise we made to have dinner together. Left with no choice, I call my brother, Owen Sinclair, to pick me up. When we arrive at the restaurant, I find Michael, who claimed he was working late, having dinner with another woman. He doesn't look the least bit guilty when he sees me. Instead, he demands, "Who is he?" My daughter, Bella Graham, nervously hides behind Owen and calls out to him. Michael immediately blows up. "So, you were seeing another man behind my back?" I'm livid, but I patiently explain, "He's my brother." That only makes him angrier. "I bet he's your boyfriend. You shameless cheater. I want a divorce." With

" He's your brother?" I ask almost immediately and move away from him. " Look it doesn't matter , I'm really sorry I didn't tell you." He sighs and slides his hand down his face as he leans against the headboard. " Why didn't you tell me ?" I whimper biting back the tears. " It's not important. He's not really my mother's child." " What do you mean ?" " When I was 16 , my mom found out my dad was cheating on her with some other woman with the name Stephanie..." Stephanie , that's Freddie's mother.

“Alright, Mike. Let’s hear it. What’s the deal?” “Simple. Desiree’s a good woman. I might’ve cheated on her because I fell for someone else, but I can admit she has a good heart.” Interesting. Where is he going with this? “Go on,” I say, folding my arms. “You’re using her, Dad,” he says bluntly. “You’re using her to get to me. And I want you to stop. Whatever deal you’ve made, undo it. Let her go.” I blink, surprised. “Are you asking me to divorce my wife?”

Brenda looked at him, and said, "This from the kid who just fucked his stepmom two different ways--three if you include humping my pussy in your room." "You humped me!" he defended. "Tomato, tomahto," she replied. "Bottom line is that you blew your hot splooge all over my naked ass." "Well, it's still not cheating because we already broke up!" She scoffed, and said mockingly using quote fingers, "We were on a break! Just like Ross on Friends, huh? "And what about me?" she went on. "You don't seem to have a problem with me cheating on your stepdad. Being a little hypocritical, aren't we?"

"No one. Not even college boys. I kept my pussy for you alone, Daddy," Brody groaned. Oh, he was deranged. There was no way Stephanie would say that, and there was no way she hadn't fucked anyone. He had caught her smooching with a guy on prom night a year ago. It had been the hottest thing he'd seen, seeing his stepdaughter get her huge tits sucked on by some randy boy from high school. He'd fantasised about that night for days. "You're lying," He grumbled, spanking her ass. "You don't get your reward anymore. You get a punishment,"

It was only his father that he had briefed him on what was going on, but it was obvious that he didn't care about what he has ongoing with finding who did that to Ares, since he’s occupied with reconciling with his stepmother, who caught him cheating on her, again. It was the same cycle, over and over again, and it made him angry and also made him curious to wonder if his father, wasn’t blind to not see that he’s not the only unfaithful person in their relationship. His stepmother has boy toys that she visits often in the villa that he built for the both of them. Which it wasn’t in his place to tell his father about it, after all he was no saint.

I remind him, my voice shaky. “I don’t care…” he mumbles, his breath hot against my skin. “She thinks I’m cheating on her with you anyway. Isn’t it better if we make it true?” “But I’m your stepmom,” I protest, my heart racing as he tilts his head from my lips to my neck. “Even better,” he husks with a wicked glint in his eyes. My eyes widen slightly. Even better? Does he have mommy issues?—wait, of course he does.

Hearing that, I tilt my head a bit and gesture to my phone propped up on the table. "I want us to fuck. Then send the video to him." A smile curls up his lips at that, however he doesn't agree immediately. Instead... "This seems personal. Do I know who he cheated on you with?" I furrow my brows at him, "What do you care?" "Why do you care if I drink so much?" I shut my lips at that, unable to answer that question. So instead I rub my lips together and blink a bit more than necessary as I force the words out, "He cheated on me with my step sister."