Novel & Cerita Evil Stepmom Survival Guide

“Pathetic. Get your work done or else.” “Or else what?” I demanded. “You'll still not let me see even a photo of my mom?” Eva aimed a kick at my side. I curled around to avoid it. I couldn't risk the baby. The kick landed on my hip instead. “Behave,” Eva said, “Don't think that whelp will give you any privileges.” I shuddered and stayed down. Eva flounced away, smug about winning yet another confrontation. I could never win against her no matter what I said or did.

"I would rather die than let you bring back that slut! You are my man, Liam Smith! You are mine! That wedding is going to happen whether you like it or not, because if you leave me, I will make sure the world knows exactly what kind of monster you are! I’ll file an emergency report. I’ve documented every drink, every shout, every 'episode.' By the time my father’s lawyers are done, the state will declare you unfit, and I’ll be the only 'stable' person left in their lives to step in as a guardian.” I looked down at her hand on my arm, then up at her face. The mask was completely gone now. This was the real Evelyn; ugly, desperate, and dangerous. "Try it, you crazy bitch," I whispered. "Try an

With no other choice, she looked for another number who she never called before even once. Yet now, she was calling her. Livia… Immediately, her high-pitch voice was heard on the other line. There was pleasure in her tone that made her suspect that she was behind her dad’s unannounced visit and Theo’s disappearance. “Hello?” Hearing her made Eve flinch in disgust. “Give the phone to dad.” It was a commanding tone that gave off warning. Yet Livia, her stepmom, choose to ignore. Like always… “why? is there something you cannot tell your mom? Tell me. I will relay it to you father-”

"You evil, wicked, inauspicious girl! You already ruined my morning. You are a monster. You have eaten everything. You killed your mother as soon as you were born. After some years, you killed your grandmother too. I think you still haven't calmed down after killing all these people. Now you are after eating my family too? You will not die. We have to die because of you. I don't see any other way than dying. Will you now stand up and clean all these messes you made or do you want me to clean these too? And listen you bit*h, don't show me your face." Kyrie Ivelle, Calista's stepmother, said the words to her with anger and left from there.

I breathed. “Yeah,” she groaned. “Callahan Barclay,” Bethany turned me around, placed her hands on my shoulder, pushed me to the bathroom, and continued, “will fire me if we come to the hotel late. Stop overthinking, Eve. Do your thing, then let’s go to this Moira, whoever she is, settle the kids there and go to the hotel.” “Fine!” I muttered lazily, raising my hands and shifting my thoughts to Moira. I was about to open the bathroom when I remembered my children, so I turned around.

I told Mom to calm her down. What will happen to Evelyn? Can Loid’s dad be saved?

Doesn't she have any importance for this family? She feels betrayed and hurt by her stepmother's proposal. How could they even consider selling her off to solve their financial problems? Eva‘s mind races with thoughts of independence and self-worth. She knows she deserves better than being treated as a bargaining chip in their desperate situation. With a newfound determination, Eva stands up and declares, "I refuse to be a pawn in this game. I will find another way to save our family without sacrificing my own happiness and freedom." Her father's expression shifts from surprise to disappointment, but Eva remains resolute in her decision.

Ever since she dropped out of middle school, she had not touched another textbook. Mom did not seem to mind at all. Instead, she devoted herself entirely to taking care of Hailey's every need, giving her whatever she wanted. It would not be a stretch to say Mom would love her unconditionally forever, so long as she lived. "Hailey is so sweet and well-behaved. Of course I'm going to dote on her!" I knew the truth, though. Hailey's 'good girl' act in front of Mom was fake. Behind closed doors, she smoked and drank, constantly being around sketchy guys from the neighborhood. I had warned her countless times to be careful and protect herself, but all I ever got in return was mockery from her.

When was this? I had half a mind to stalk into the room before shaking the woman and screaming in her face. I wanted to confront her about the abortion, but I stood there like a statue, frozen in place with cowardice. Even crazier, Joelle’s orgasm reached new heights as I watched, and it was fucking scary. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, showing the whites, as her thin body convulsed in an epileptic fit. I swear, there was foam frothing at her mouth and I had half a mind to call 9-1-1.

Mom took the stage and pulled me forward: "Eighteen years ago, I gave birth to twin daughters. Sadly, one went missing at birth." "Now let's all welcome my eldest daughter, Eve, back home." The room erupted: cheers, applause, the whole works. In the blazing light of the banquet hall, every face wore a beaming smile. Except Linda. She suddenly let out a hysterical scream. She pointed at me, face contorted with terror: "Eve, Eve is having an episode! She's going to hurt me! Mom, help me, please—"