Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

Chloe stated directly into her eyes as she started to talk, “Ashamed? Do you think I should be ashamed? I wasn't the one who cheated on his wife with her sister. I wasn't the one who lied like an incompetent fool in front of the court just to divorce his wife without a penny. Now you tell me, what exactly should I be ashamed of?” Stephanie was left speechless for a while and after waiting for answers for several seconds, she decided to continue. “You think I ripped you guys off at the court, right? I wasn't the judge who made the verdict but I was definitely the person who requested that much. Don't you think I deserve that much? I mean, I slept with your son for so many years– so much that

The rest of us that remained standing are in one way or another related to each other somehow. From my point of view, I had with me right now, The step brothers from both sides, my actual Dad, the Stepmom I'm seeing for the very first time, my Mom and step Dad, and the half sister who appears too young to be involved in all of this crazy inter-family madness. She looked terribly confused and sad that I felt really bad for her. How less crazy could this possibly get at this point?

Even though I already knew who he was, he's still a stranger to me, and we shouldn't have done what we had done just now. His brows met as his jaw clenched. A glint of anger and irritation flashed through his eyes. I shook my head, tears began to form from the corner of my eyes. Realization hit me like a thunder, and now I was left with nothing but regret. "W-We... we shouldn't be doing this..." I said. Our parents will get married soon, which means he's going to be my step-brother. "I-I'm sorry. Please, leave me a-alone."

Anything, he should just tell me anything even if it means lying to me. I didn’t want to believe that this is true, I didn’t want him to tell me that he fucked my step-sister. I hurried inside through the entrance door, and the workers turned to look at me. I can see the pitiful look on their faces, I bet they have already seen the trending news online. I bit hard shamelessly on my lips to stop the tears from falling. I quickly climbed the stairs and hurried toward his office. I have always been known as the desperate pathetic ugly fat wife of Logan Winston.

I closed the door and leaned against it, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps. I officially fucked my mom’s husband. I was his slut. I was a traitor. This was so toxic. I should have felt disgusted. I should have been vomiting in the sink. But as I touched my lips, still swollen from his kiss, all I felt was a sick, desperate craving for him to do it again. I couldn't just ever get enough of my stepdad. My phone beeped in my hand. I reached for it. It was the unknown number. "I see you are your stepfather's slut. I want you too. We should meet. Tomorrow. Midnight. The old park by the docks."

My voice was flat. "Won't you come back with me?" There was a pleading look in his eyes. "I can handle the Council of Elders' investigation. As long as you return and help me, we can get through this." I looked at him and almost laughed. Even now, he was thinking about how to use me and not about the mistakes he had made. "Drew, the moment you decided to make me take the blame for your stepsister, it was over between us." I turned around and walked away.

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

My arms were too thin, my collarbones too visible, and my face… pale and lifeless. No. I’ll never make a good impression on Fredric’s family. “How does it fit?” the assistant called. I opened the door and stepped out, revealing myself. Her dark-haired head tilted slightly as she studied me. “Oh dear, what’s wrong? You look so sad, sweetheart.” Maybe it was her kind tone — or maybe I’m just too easily softened by gentle words — but her question made me spill everything. I confessed that I felt ugly and frustrated. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. I was pouring my insecurities into this woman in a navy uniform.

I felt my whole system become weak as I became nervous. Damian. He definitely saw Coleman and I kissing. How is he even here? “Damian…” I stuttered his name. There was a stunned expression in his eyes, a pinch of betrayal glistening through them. His gaze never left my face. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream. “You see, I told you that she is just a slut,” Stephanie said with a glare “you don’t deserve her. Let’s go,” she said and together they left.

But my stomach dropped. He stepped forward, pointing directly at me, his voice dripping with disgust. “Hey—ugly. Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not that desperate. Stop spreading rumors we hooked up, alright? It’s gross.” Laughter exploded like a wave in the hall. “Oh my God!” “Did you hear that?” “Ugly! Perfect!” I felt so less of myself. Tears burned in my eyes and then—I ran, my gown flying behind me, sobs ripping out of my throat, as my ears ranged with every cruel giggle, every whispered insult.