Filthy Rich Stepdad Mga Nobela at Kwento

"But now that she's a CEO, she refuses to give me a dime when I ask. I guess all these years of looking after her mom were for nothing!" Winston expected the surrounding crowd to join in and lash out at me, but they turned on him with unanimous rage. "What's wrong with this guy? How dare he humiliate a woman like that in public?" "Someone needs to beat the crap out of him!" "Ms. Welch must have the worst luck in the world to end up with a stepdad like him."

How selfish could a man be that he is willing to bring his family on the streets because he couldn’t put a lid on his drinking and gambling habits? Asher glanced between my stepfather, the property papers and our living room. “Do you really think this dump is going to pay off even a fraction of the money you owe me?” Asher let out a dry laugh, “We are far from calling it even, Hudson.” I saw the look on my step father’s face and I knew whatever comes out of his mouth after this wasn’t going to be pretty at all. “You can take one of my daughters if you please.” He blurted as he pointed at me and Scarlett, making my mom’s grip our arms even tighter.

Adriel nodded her head. "Well, let's just say that aside from my father, my mom never really had great taste in men. As long as they were rich, she'd take the chance to get with the man whatever it takes. That's exactly how I would be able to describe Milo's father—just rich with no other redeeming qualities." "He's not even that well-off now," Grandpa Earl added. "He's had a raging drug addiction for the last ten years, so most of his riches go into that. He's not a good man—and I don't want my grandson to live in that kind of environment."

“Our dirty little cumslut. Taking Daddy and Brother’s cocks in the same hole. Come for us, baby.” She did, hard. Her pussy clamped down violently around both cocks as she squirted, soaking their thighs and the couch. The men didn’t stop. They fucked her through it, their thrusts growing faster and deeper, praising and degrading her in equal measure. “Such a good girl for us,” Ethan groaned. “Filthy fucking stepdaughter,” Richard added. “Gonna fill this womb together.” They came almost simultaneously, roaring as they pumped load after thick load deep inside her. Cum overflowed immediately, leaking out around their joined cocks in messy white streams.

The headline screamed: “ETHAN CALDWELL IMPREGNATES STRANGE WOMAN — FIANCÉE DITCHES HIM, NET WORTH TUMBLES.” I closed my eyes for a beat. Behind the headline was a photo of me and Ella. Although her face wasn't properly captured, it was quite blurry. I dropped to my knees. “Dad, I can explain…” “Is it true or not!?” His voice thundered. “Did you get that girl pregnant?” “It’s not what you think.” “I don’t care what I think! What does the world think, Ethan? I worked decades to build this empire, and now I see my idiot son ruining it with nobody from the streets!”

I quickly uttered, letting know that I didn’t want him to interfere in our mother-daughter conversation. “I am your stepfather, young lady, and your mother is my wife. Mia Wilson, watch your tongue. I won’t stand here and watch you make rude remarks about your mum,” my stepfather declared, his voice trailing off as I angrily stood up. All I wanted was to escape this house and leave for the party. Feigning an exaggerated yawn, I showed my frustration. Mom shot me a fearful look, and I stared right back at her, unfazed by the innocent look she always had on her face.

But it vanished as quickly as it came. "You don't understand how the world works," he said coldly. "I'm doing you a favor. You'll learn to appreciate my generosity. And you'll do as I say. My friendship with your father has nothing to do with this. I’m not betraying anyone." He stepped forward again. "And clean those tears off your face." His voice had turned to stone. My fury erupted. “Are you a f***ing pedophile?” I yelled, hitting his chest hard with both hands.

“Well, I just wanted to tell him that dinner is going to be ready early tonight. I want you two to come home early from the office, okay? That’s all I wanted to say. See you both at home, sweetie!” “Okay, Mom. See you later,” I whispered, quickly hanging up the call. I tossed the phone onto the desk and buried my face in my hands, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. The residual heat of his touch was still lingering between my thighs, but the cold reality of my family dynamic was staring me right in the face. “This will be the last time,” I said fiercely to myself, trying to anchor my scattering morals. “It was just a mistake. A one-time thing anyhow. He’s my stepdad now. It’s over.”

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

So, to be back with the one she loved, she wanted to be sure she had financial capacity by any means necessary. My stepdad was very wealthy, even above the alpha. His wealth had sponsored wars in our pack and given us massive victories, after which he got the bulk of the bounty. Alpha Nighthawk and him were close friends and respected themselves very well. Still, my stepdad had always been strategic, while Alpha Nighthawk had power and command over the Sandstone pack. "I don't know, Daddy; I don't think I can put you through this," I responded. Guilt still swallowing my heart.