I Hate My Stepbrother

"I loved that I fell for you but I hated that I was your second. That second which always comes after first!" Lilian Evans got married to Richard Tucker after his first wife died. She couldn't keep her heart in place despite his rude and ignorant behaviour. Things got a little overboard and now she was stuck at a point of no return. How would Lilian unfold her life in chaos with the responsibility of being a mother? "Touching others' belongings without consent! You know that is bad manner, right?" Lilian turned in the direction of the voice only to find her husband standing there in the ebony rich suit, his tie a little loose as he gazed right into her soul. "Oh... Yeah, sorry. I was just-" "Your room is at the end of this hallway, closer to Aid's," he said, taking off his coat and not minding to let his bride complete her sentence.

I'm the De Luca family's dirty little secret, their bastard daughter. And I was stupid enough to fall for Marco Moretti, the heir to our rivals. On our wedding day, my sister, Isabella, drugged me. When I woke up, she was wearing my dress. Standing at the altar. Becoming his wife. Heartbroken, I ran to a bar to drown my sorrow. And that’s where I discovered I was pregnant. Marco held me, crying. He swore he loved me, only me. He promised he’d divorce Isabella as soon as our child was born. But on the day I gave birth, Isabella murdered us both. Me and my baby. That’s when I finally understood. Marco would always choose a true-blooded princess of the Cosa Nostra. And me? The bastard? I was just a loose end. A problem to be erased. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the day she drugged me. Their wedding day. This time, I'm not marrying the heir. I'm marrying the Don. But first... I'm going to ruin this wedding.

Gianna Toricelli has always survived by wearing masks. By day, she’s the disappointing daughter trying to make her dying mother proud. By night, she dances under neon lights to pay debts that could cost her friends their lives. Then her mother marries into the most powerful crime family in the city. And Gianna comes face-to-face with the man who once watched her behind a mask. Raphael Capone is ruthless, brilliant, and used to winning. He doesn’t tolerate weakness. He doesn’t forgive betrayal. When secrets start to unravel, debts turn deadly, and billions hang in the balance, Gianna is forced to choose: Protect the people she loves… Or survive the man who has decided she belongs to him. In the Capone world, love isn’t soft. It’s possession.

The first thing I did when I came back to life was to pawn off my engagement to the Don of the Schroder family, Edmund, on my stepsister. In my last life, he used the "family rules" to make me give up the one thing I loved—racing. He threw out all my colorful dresses and turned me into his canary in a gilded cage. I died, suffocated and hopeless. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the marriage contract was to be signed. I quietly switched my name with my stepsister Laura's and let Edmund sign the papers. He didn't forget to warn me, "Stay out of trouble. Our wedding is in three days. Be a good girl and wait for me to come get you." But he had no idea I'd already bought a fake ID and passport. In three days, I'd be gone. I'd be free.

I’m Kayla Turi, the unlucky reader who stumbled into a story and ended up wearing the life of Helena. She’s the kind of female lead who gave up her comfort for her first love, Oscar. But her world wasn’t the fairy tale she thought. His family despised her, and Helena’s story ended with her dying while carrying his child. Now I’m stuck in her shoes, and the only way home is to change her fate. The first move I’ve chosen it’s reckless. I have to kiss Julian Joja, the man who once loved her but now despises her.

My husband is the Don of the entire New York East Coast Mafia. For ten years, I dimmed my own light to be his perfect silent partner, the dutiful wife who gave him the perfect heir. I thought we were the lovers who wou ld die for each other. Then came a mere associat. My husband and son had formed an alliance with the woman who seem want to take my place. But they just said, "Elena, you have the crown and the kingdom. She has nothing but us. Be generous." So, to make her smile, my husband trampled on my dignity again and again. To please her, my son affectionately calls her "Mom." In their eyes, I was the iron wall, the woman who would swallow any insult for the sake of the family honor. Until the fire. My husband locked me inside the burning room, to let me "reflect" on my jealousy. He didn't know that the fire didn't kill me. But it burned away the last ash of my love for him.

" I can never marry someone else. Not her at least!" Two weeks after my twin sister's passing, to keep the relationship between two families, my parents proposed the idea of marrying me off to my twin sister's husband. But, both of the family know, I DON'T suit their taste of having a daughter-in-law in a family like them where my sister was a perfect match for everything. But... He got married for the sake of the relationship between two families. " Don't ever think of getting close to me. I will make sure we both go different ways soon. In this world, only one person lives in my heart. She will be there forever!" I thought it was acceptable. He married someone ugly like me is enough to get satisfied for me. However, not only did I walk onto the thin and sharp layer of ice, but also I had to face the Cruelty of rich and beautiful people...

I WENT FOR HIS THROAT, HE CAME FOR MY HEART. To destroy my bully, I seduced her father, Alpha King Herth Lockwood II. Then, I caught the act on camera, intending to ruin them forever. Unfortunately, the video revealed a truth so dangerous that I had to erase it completely. Then, I fled the city as Herth Lockwood hunted me down. Four years of hardship later, I was forced back to the city I escaped. I thought I could stay in the shadows, until I realized who my mother’s new husband was. HE WAS THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN. Herth Lockwood was back in my life, and this time, he wasn’t letting me go. But how do I choose between the mother who needs me and the man who owns my soul and me?

As per my father’s offer, I decided to leave both my son and husband behind and go back home where I would become his little girl again. That decision came after I heard my family’s true thoughts following my surgery. My husband thought, “It was just a minor issue! Why did she stay in the hospital for so long? She’s back and has yet to do any chores. Can’t she see that my suit needs ironing?” My son thought, “She spent so much money on that surgery, and now she’s even drinking my favorite yogurt! Why can’t she be a successful businesswoman like Sarah? All she does is stay in the house and act like a freeloader!” My mother-in-law thought, “She had to come back right when I’m making chicken soup, of all times! She can just drink the dishwater for all I care.” Feeling utterly disappointed, I turned around and closed the door. Then I called my father. “Yes, it’s just me. I’m not bringing anyone.”

I have been the Donna of the Smith family for nine years— but only in name. I took my deceased twin sister Lily’s place, raised her daughter Emma as my own, and lived beside a husband, David, who never once looked at me with love. For nine long years, I gave everything. Emma, however, only saw me as the woman who “killed her mother,” never knowing it was Lily who stole my marriage, my identity, and the man who was supposed to be mine. She pushed me in public, screamed that I was a murderer, and even used the gun I gifted her to shoot the only thing that brought me comfort—a tiny bird I’d been nursing back to health. And David… David, the man I once loved with my whole heart, couldn’t hide the coldness in his eyes. Every time he looked at me, I could feel Lily’s shadow standing between us. So I made a decision. If this family wanted Lily so badly— then they could have her ghost. I would leave the Smith estate, the title of Donna, the child who hated me, and the man who never wanted me. But the night I packed my bags, David suddenly appeared in the doorway, blocking my path— his eyes no longer cold, but afraid. As if he had finally realized what losing me truly meant.