Filthy Rich Stepdad Novels & Stories

Why she would throw herself at other men when she had someone like Luca Morrano. My stepfather… he was the kind of man people noticed without trying. Early forties, fit, strong, handsome in a way that made people stop and stare. He carried himself like a king, like he belonged in every room he walked into. And he did. Everyone noticed him. Everyone except my mum, apparently. And the worst part? He was a billionaire. A man who could give her anything she wanted. Anything. And still, she threw it all away.

"Can't you find someone else? Why must it be me?" He tilted his head. "You hate me, so I know you wouldn't want to hang around after the year ends. You also give off the air of someone desperate. Someone who'd do anything for family. And money." A pause. "You also have a clean record. I never thought I'd meet a stripper who's never fucked her clients." "You dug into my life?" "Yes," he said. "Your father was wealthy once. A scam ended everything and prison cleared his name too late. Your mother followed him into the ground. Leaving you and your brother all alone with nothing but poverty."

He knew everything about our house because he had gifted the house to my mum and I. After my father died we were at the brink of living in the streets, until my mum met my current step dad, a rich CEO and we got introduced to his younger brother who was the richest man in the country. Amongst his countless businesses, he owned a mega real estate enterprise and all his houses were beautiful and luxurious. Our lives changed, we got a big mansion as a gift, we got fancy cars but my life took on a bigger blow, I couldn't resist my sexy step uncle.

She winced slightly. "Really?" Nikky's eyes glimmered. "Our Daddy is a rich CEO?" He turned to look at Niccy. "Niccy, did you hear that, Daddy is a rich CEO, we could have everything we want. We are going to be rich," Nikky smiled, his eyes sparking. "Of course." Niccy's smile was musty. "When are we going to meet him again? he's so nice," Nikky turned to look at his mother. "Soon," Natasha found her self laughing, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if they spent sometime with him, he wasn't that bad though.

Vanessa gasped, her jaw dropping. Alaric slowly pulled away from me, turning his cold, dismissive gaze toward his stepson and the merchant's daughter. "Are you finished making noise in my house?" Alaric asked, his voice deadpan and icy. "Alaric, she is a fraud!" Devon shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. "We just froze her family's assets! She has no status, no money—" "I don't care about her family's accounts," Alaric interrupted smoothly, reaching over to take a sip from my coffee cup.

No matter what it takes. " That's not true! My daddy loves me!" She tried to keep a strong composure. " I see, that means he's poor since he doesn't want to show his face in public" Steph was a fighter too and she knew just the buttons to press. " He's not poor! Infact he's very very rich! With lot's of cars and money!" She defended " Oh really? So what's his name? My daddy knows everyone in this town with lot's of cars and money" Steph jeered again to expose the lie she was seeing underneath.

Weren't you the ungrateful wench when you and Dad transferred all of your assets and family fortune to Randall under the guise of it being only his inheritance? "Randall has gambled away the family fortune and landed the family in debt. So, you tried forcing me to take on that debt, but I refused to do it. Now, you're calling me the ungrateful wench?" "Shut up, you fucking bitch!" Mom panicked after hearing me fight back, but I refused and continued to expose her. "What? You dare to do it, but you don't dare to admit it? I still have the voice recording from you and Dad back then stored in my phone! Should I replay it and maybe help you refresh your memory a little?"

I was twenty years old and dangerously obsessed with my stepfather, Joe. He wasn’t my real dad. My biological father ran off when I was four. Mom married Joe two years later, and he had been the only father I’d ever known. Joe was filthy rich — he owned a chain of luxury car dealerships and had built us this enormous lakeside mansion with twelve bedrooms, a heated indoor pool, and staff who kept everything perfect. To everyone else, we were the ideal wealthy family. But in my head, Joe was so much more.

He mumbled and headed to the door. "But one thing you should know is that Dad is trying his best. This whole thing is much harder for him than for us. He's just trying to be strong for our sake. So acting that way toward him... Mom wouldn't be happy if she was here. And I'm sure she is not happy wherever she is seeing you acting cold toward Dad." He mumbled and left. Shantel stared down at the tray of food before her and broke down in tears. × × × "...and in other news, it has been rumored that Heartless empire is currently losing stock since the forced take over from the infamous billionaire CEO, Dominic Hartless by his brother Eric Hartless..."

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”