Doris Ugly Stepsister นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Doris wasn't always Leonidas' lover. She was the youngest of ten daughters. Her father ran a brothel and forced all his girls to sell themselves to enrich his pockets." My chest tightened as he continued. "Doris suffered the same fate as her sisters. Her father's cruelty was unmatchable. He tortured her if she didn't rake in as much money as her other sisters." I covered my mouth in shock. "That's horrible." "It went on for years," Edgar said. "Until her first shift. Doris was different from her other sisters. She was stronger and filled with raw power. To save her sisters from their father's oppression, Doris killed him."

"Oh, you did? You think you have me wrapped around your fingers?" "Think? Oh, honey, I don't think I know where I've got you, and that is the right place," I say, and he lets out a laugh. "She wanted to start immediately, which was strange, and she did not really want to take the money. I don't know who can do a thing like this, but my money is on Melissa," I say, and he looks at me. "Your stepsister? Do you think she would do something like this? I thought it'd be Maljore," he said, and I nodded.

She ran to her lady with her eyes filled with concern and worry. It, of course, wasn't the first time Doris had raised her hand on her Stepdaughter, but it was the first in front of an outsider. She slapped her in front of only the people in their manor. It seemed Doris no longer cared if this man thought of her well. Her anger had gotten the best of her yet again. Her stupid stepdaughter was way too conniving and a talkative for her liking. Couldn't she shut her mouth? Fine, she wanted to know what was going on? She would tell her then!

Doris waved her head sideways and kept her eyes glued to the door at the entrance. Both women were seated on one of the plush chocolate-brown sofas in Stella's exquisite boutique and clothing store. Stella puffed out a small sigh and rubbed her temples slowly. Even after three months of realizing the truth, she still found it hard and stressing to know that Dorine hasn't made a move to return. At first, she was so mad at Doris for impersonating her twin and living with a man who was not her husband, right now, all she felt was pity for the lady beside her.

Marcello was lost in thought about everything he had planned, but the most important thing of all was Monica De Rossi, his stepsister, the daughter of that damned woman. He would never forget that day, the day he hired a private investigator to gather information about them. When he saw her picture for the first time, he could hardly believe his eyes. She was the same woman he had met two years ago on the beach in Viareggio, the woman he had felt deeply drawn to and had never been able to forget since that night. And now, he had discovered that she was the daughter of his greatest enemy. What a cruel twist of fate. "We've finally arrived at the mansion."

You can start seeing me as your father, if that is okay with you. I blinked my eyes. It took too long for me to realise it. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Axcel. Welcome to the family," he said, which startled me. His voice was low and so manly, which sent goosebumps on my body. It was almost emotionless, it was as stoic as his face. "Hello, dear. Thank you," my mom said. Then, she looked at me. "Aren't you going to say hello to your step-brother, Aurora?" She widened her eyes and faked a smile towards my direction, silently warning me.

A flicker of triumph flashed across Shirley's eyes before she looked up at me with delight and joy. As the bracelet gleamed against my pale skin, the crowd was full of praise for Shirley. They noted that even though she was just a stepsister, she was a good child. In the two years since she'd joined the Aldridge family, she'd always been well-behaved and modest, unlike her scheming mother, Helen Winthrop. But they would never know that Helen was nothing but a fool who put on airs, while the real cruelty and cunning lay in Shirley, who was blushing from the compliments.

She also looked like … royalty. Victoria gasped, realizing that Doris was one of Killian's people. “Hailey dear,’’ Victoria suddenly changed character and rushed to Hailey. “How do you feel now, huh?” She started to play with Hailey's hair. Doris almost let out a sick laugh, what the fuck? Wasn't she just about to put up a fight for being stopped. “Hey, umm… who are you? We were just playing a game.” “A game?” Doris stepped closer to them and pulled Hailey to her side. “Get away from her!” She commanded.

She says and then turns a little to face her mother. "Or was the mug too hot to handle, Mother?" Avery sneered, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. She relished the flicker of hurt across Dora's features. "I am going to play nice with my stepsister, win her love, and then take her husband. Good plan, isn't it, Mother?" she announced, her tone mocking. "Have a great day, monster mother!" The words were a slap, echoing in the spartan room as Avery stormed out, heels clicking like a judge's gavel condemning the guilty.

Since her uncle had traveled, it had become a place of torment. Stella hurried up the path toward the front door, her heart pounding with a mixture of dread and exhaustion from school. But as she approached the house, she caught sight of two familiar figures standing on the porch, their faces twisted with disdain. Her stepmother, Daisy, stood there with her arms crossed, lips pressed tightly together in a grim line. Her daughter, Marianne, mirrored her mother’s stance, looking every bit as smug and heartless. “There you are,” Daisy sneered, her voice slicing through the silence of the night. “I was beginning to think you’d finally decided to stay away for good."