Filthy Rich Stepdad Novels & Stories

Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes Carla: no you don't know her, it's not her behavior Me: I understand Carla: it hurts me, we are no longer accomplices Me: will it pass, are your late husband's paintings expensive? Carla: yes, dear. This allowed me to go at least 2 years without working Me: well sell them Carla: Ashley is going to kill me, she's going to kill you actually Me: the money you keep it on my app and after her master's degree, if she wants to buy a house, we give her the money

My cunt was fluttering around his fingers, getting tighter and wetter with every pump. He was finger fucking me hard now, the water splashing over the edges of the tub as my hips bucked and my tits bounced in his other hand. I could feel myself getting close already, the pressure building low in my belly while my mind screamed how fucked up this was. This is my stepdad fingering my pussy in the bathtub after my boyfriend dumped me and I’m about to cum on his hand. I’m such a dirty slut for this. It feels too good to stop.

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

Jon slaps me in the face, and I see David and Dad grapple with their restrictions as my cheek goes forcefully to the side. "Jonathan, calm down!" Uncle Fern yells at him. "Go stay in the corner and cool your head." Jon follows Uncle Ferns orders, his forever lapdog, but he does not stop glaring at me. "Don't worry, dear. I won't kill your right away. As you might know already, the gang's having some...financial and manpower issues right now, thanks to you and your Dad. But between the three of you is a lot of money. Your billionaire stepdad would give anything for you, and your boyfriend's grandparents will do the same for him. And it turns out that your Dad here had hidden some of mine befo

To the right was a fat not-so-tall man with a cold gaze that pierced into mine like he was trying to stare me into compliance. Immediately he started descending the stairs, and it dawned on me that he was Alpha Hades, the man my Dad had pushed me off to as my future mate. I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach, it's one thing to be known for evil and then it's another thing to be facially unattractive. I sighed inaudibly and gazed back at him. His eyes scrutinized over my body like I was some sort of parcel waiting to be delivered. “Not so bad, but I expected more from the daughter of Alpha Edward Jones. I guess the pretty face will make up for other lacking places.” He said, with a devili

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

Stephen said nonchalantly. "My dad will not! He has plans for this child already." I groaned in frustration. I could not believe that my dad already imagined this so called fake child as the heir of all the companies owned by the McCall family. Something that rightfully belongs to Asher. I do not get why my father is so obsessed with wealth, power and fame. Unfortunately for me, I happen to be a pawn in all of his quests for power. "Are you still there?" I had to ask because I noticed that Stephen went quiet. There was some shuffling noise in the background before Stephen replied. "Are you infertile?" He blurted out.

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

Mum holds her head and turns away from me, walking into the distance. I thought she would react worse than this. She paces around the room, looking clueless and confused. “What is this?” Mum asks “What do I tell your Father?” Still pacing. Then she stops “I need to make a call.” “No. Don’t!” Fuck! She goes into the room and shuts the door. 6 minutes went by and now she’s out, her phone still in her hands. “Why you? His son’s ex? Has he no shame whatsoever?” “That is what they do. Rich people. They have no heart. They think because they are rich they can do anything they want.”

her father said. “Dad, you know about the proposal?” Melissa asked, frowning. “Yes, I do,” Her father replied. Melissa took her phone and quickly went to search about the man when her father mentioned his name. She frowned when she saw how rich he truly was, but something spoiled him. He is crippled. “What? Dad, how can you do this to me?” Melissa screamed. “You don't expect me to get married to someone like this,” Melissa said. “Just look at the bright side, darling, the things you will benefit.”