I Became The Male Lead's Stepmother Novels & Stories

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

He wears a suit like armor and it probably costs more than everything I own combined. His gaze moves slowly from my face to my body and back again. Assessing. The way you look at something you are considering purchasing. "Michaela." My name in his mouth sends electricity straight down my spine. I hate that. I hate that fifteen years apart haven't dulled this reaction at all. "You've grown up." "And you've become a kidnapper." I keep my voice steady. My chin high. "Interesting career pivot." His lips twitch. Almost a smile. "Your mother is the criminal. I'm simply collecting what I'm owed."

he said in a deep voice. Leaning weakly against his chest, I spoke hoarsely. "My face hurts so much. Why did you come so late?" Lukas stared at the scene before him. His eyes were bloodshot. "Dad, please let Isabella go. I was wrong, okay?" "You finally know you were wrong? It's too late." Cain sneered. He looked at Lukas briefly. "Lukas, I'm officially informing you that I've already marked Cecilia. From this moment on, Cecilia is your mother. Watch your tone when you speak to her."

My voice was flat. "Won't you come back with me?" There was a pleading look in his eyes. "I can handle the Council of Elders' investigation. As long as you return and help me, we can get through this." I looked at him and almost laughed. Even now, he was thinking about how to use me and not about the mistakes he had made. "Drew, the moment you decided to make me take the blame for your stepsister, it was over between us." I turned around and walked away.

It was nice seeing Mom all hap-py, but I was so nervous about Evan that I could hardly eat any of the delicious food, though I easily dug into the cake. "He said we needed to talk," I murmured after a long pause. "So, talk to him." I grumbled. "It's not that simple. Our parents just got married." "And does that change anything?" "Of course! It changes everything. We're stepsib-lings now-"

The scene felt staged, a play I had seen a thousand times before. Then, Asteria stepped into the room. She didn't look at her father; she looked at me. Her expression was a cocktail of smug triumph and icy venom. She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze fixed on me with a predatory intensity. I didn't flinch. I stared back, my face a mask of calculated indifference. "I am so sorry, Dean," my stepmother crooned, dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief. "Everything has been escalating, and my poor husband is just… he’s breaking."

And he was saying it like it was nothing. But he wasn’t done. “And Aria,” Damian said, his voice softening. “Your mother was strong. So strong. But she made a mistake. She believed Alpha Lucien when he said he would protect her and her daughter. She thought she could trust him.” I felt Aria move closer. Her fingers gripped my shirt. “She was my stepmother,” Damian continued. “And she was in my way.” “No…” Aria whispered from behind me. “Yes,” he said. “I killed her too.”

I clung to those values because I thought they were enough to keep us together, to keep us safe. But when his car slid off the icy road, and his heart stopped beating, it all unraveled. My stepmother, Victoria, wore black to his funeral, but there was no hint of grief in her eyes. While I cried for the last of my kin, she stood beside me, gazing down at me as though I were some pest she could not wait to be free of. I did not realize then how true that was.

He yells. I pout "okay okay, no need to get your panties in a twist". He glares at me again and throws a pillow in my face with his brute force. "Oof" I dramatically fall from his bed. "Well now all that's left is Matt". Ivan stiffens at the mention of his name. "What about him?" He asks. To which I respond with a "really?" Look. "He's our step father" I say. "Ex- step father, mom is dead remember?" He responds.

People were passing by, but couldn't bring myself to take not of whether they were staying to stare or not because of the guy standing in front of me. He looked as pale as I remembered, but he was chatty this time. I gulped and shook my head. Maybe I as losing my mind. This can't be real. "I heard about your stepdad passing too, my condolences," he had a solemn look on his face which he quickly changed to a smile. "I also heard that you got married to that guy and he is your stepbrother and the heir of the Fords generational wealth congratulations," he said, looking genuine, but I couldn't tell for a fact if he truly was.