Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He wasn’t just offering me a contract; he was offering me a prison cell—a gilded, extremely lucrative cage. I had to, swallow my pride, and endure my step-brother’s cold contempt for thirty days, all while acting as his servant. And if I slipped up, if the hatred boiled over, if I dared to write the truth I knew, the truth about his spoiled attitude, the truth I was secretly hoping to dig up, I would lose the single chance to fulfill my mother’s legacy.

She rubbed her knee with exaggerated movements and waited until I glanced over before continuing in her mind, "I climbed all 999 steps to the church on my knees to get it. But I won't tell Diane that. It would only burden her." Hearing her words, I looked up in surprise and clasped her hand, my eyes tearing up in gratitude. "Shirley, you silly child. I promise that I'll keep this talisman close." She feigned a puzzled look, but the moment I turned away, a fleeting triumphant smirk flashed across her face. … Soon, I was due for delivery. As I was taken into the delivery room with the protective talisman, Shirley lingered nearby, looking like someone who was waiting for a show to begin.

My stepmother is crying now, broken sobs shaking her shoulders as she clutches the bedpost for support. "That girl is barely an adult, Luca!" my father roars, his face red with fury. "I trusted you with her, and this is what you do? You defile her?" "I didn't defile her," I snap, wiping blood from my lip. "I love her. And she loves me. I'd rather be with her than Wren." "Listen to yourself!" my stepmother sobs. "You'd rather be with your stepsister? She's half your age, Luca! Did you rape her? Groom her?"

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

He doesn’t get to see this version of you. But he does, because I let him. I knew he was mean. What made me think I was so special? I'm not even the one with the ring. I'm just the stepsister. The other woman. I tell myself that the knock on the door doesn't exist, and I let myself cry until I taste metal.

His eyes would darken, his jaw would clench, and he would look away like a man fighting his own demons. And she was no better. She dreamed of him at night — dark, wicked dreams that left her aching and furious with herself. She hated him. She wanted him. She was losing her mind. *** One night, it finally snapped. They were at a private dinner with a few of Luciano’s captains. Aria wore a blood-red dress that clung to her body like a second skin — a deliberate act of rebellion. She laughed too loudly, leaned in too close to one of the captains.

"I said I don't care about your hilarious friend and his hilarious stories about stealing from the mafia." "Scarlett, " "Don't." I moved to my suitcase, started pulling out clothes with jerky movements. Anything to have something to do with my hands besides throwing things. "Just don't." "Did I do or say something wrong?" The innocent confusion in his voice made me want to scream. I whirled on him. "Really, Cade? Did you just introduce me as your stepsister?" He blinked. "What else was I supposed to say?" "I don't know, maybe the truth? Maybe something that doesn't make me feel like I'm some dirty secret you're ashamed of?"

The kid found a pinecone on the ground and is working at pulling it apart and littering its pieces all over the porch. “So, your cult … what should I expect? Is it going to be like sister wives, and you have beautiful women coming in and out of your house like that all the time?” Stephanie was gorgeous. Tall and thin, but with attractive, more toned curves. She is what I always wished my body looked like, and seeing her coming out of the home I am sharing with Valentine, tagging behind his mother that seems to already hate me, is making ugly emotions eat away inside my chest.

“He can’t be okay. He would never be okay. And what was that you said? I am a waste of space? Funny how you’re the one on a wheel chair being a burden to everyone around you. Oh and I hear you have a Father, pretty sure he looks at you and sees the sorry mistake that he made! If I’m a waste of space, then you are a bigger load of garbage because news flash Mr. Drake Mackenzie, no one wants you here!” Her words sting more than it should. Stephanie’was right. She did this on purpose. I had baited her here to ask how I could break the curse, but it was so much evident now. She did this because she knew I would not have a way out. “Stephanie was right” I mutter under my breath and she scoffs “Sp