I'm Only A Stepmother Novel Novels & Stories

Watching through the crack in the doorway, all I felt was cold indifference. A few days later, Lukas tried approaching me in the hallway to talk. I was sunbathing in the yard when he stopped in front of me. "Cecilia." I didn't look up. "I've thought about it for a long time. You're still the one I love most." Only then did I lift my gaze. "Lukas, I'm your mother now. You're crossing the line," I said calmly. He suddenly crouched down so we were at eye level.

“It’s been six years since your wife died. Your son needed a mother.” Callum scoffed. Right, that was the type of mindset that his father died. Just like what he did when his mother died when he was six years old, he wanted another woman to join the family just to expand his connections. “I don’t think my son would need a mother. Especially if his stepmother would be a woman like the one you brought home when I was young.” He might sound bitter but he did not care. He would not let Caleb experience the things that he experienced when his father married another woman and bore another son.

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

he said. “My father is gone. My stepmother needs me… Olivia is afraid to be alone. I must be there for her.” And with that, he left without turning back. As the door slammed shut, my heart felt as though it were being torn apart. Our daughter approached, whispering, “Mommy… Did Daddy go to that auntie again? Aren’t you his mate? Why does he sleep with another woman every night? Isn’t that lady his mom? How can they sleep together?”

The one who treated me like I was contagious, like I was filth infecting her perfect world. Before I could respond, the door burst open. She stormed in, dressed in a flowing deep-purple robe, her black eyes flashing with venom. Her lips were painted blood red, but there was nothing royal about the way she marched up to me. “You this stupid orphan,” she snarled, her voice loud enough to wake the spirits. “You think because you’re now your stepfather’s mate, you’re above everyone?” My hands slowly dropped from my face. I turned and looked her straight in the eye.

“Quiet, sis. You don’t want your mother finding out how naughty you are, do you?” I turned my phone down on the bed and focused on what my fingers were doing between my legs. God, why did I think reading an erotic novel about a forbidden romance between step siblings was a good idea? I was supposed to be dissuading myself from my feelings, not giving myself fresh ideas on all the filthy things I could do to my stepbrother. I rubbed my clit faster, wanting to come so badly. I shut my eyes, and my traitorous mind conjured Sean’s face.

“Thank you, baby.” I nodded, pulling away gently. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” Before either of them could say anything else, I turned and walked away, the heels that once clicked confidently now dragging slightly behind me. The pit in my stomach was back. I had a stepfather who kept secrets. A mother in the dark. A stepbrother who's obsessed with me. A house that didn’t feel like mine. And a whole lot of questions no one wanted to answer. Worst part? I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know them anymore.

"Rhea, maybe you should set a better example, too." Rhea suddenly stood up. Her tone was calm, but a faint tremble was audible in her voice. "Carter, why do you treat me like a stepmother but expect me to act like a birth mother?" "Stepmother?" Arielle grew agitated. "Mom, who's the stepmother?" Rhea kept her eyes fixed on Carter. She didn't scream or raise her voice. She simply sounded confused. "Have I not done enough for you and the kids all these years?"

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

Mother. Meredith resumed her task, moving with the quiet efficiency of a lifetime spent tidying up other people’s chaos. Novah pushed herself off the bed. Her legs felt unsteady, not weak, but… new. Like they belonged to someone else. She took a hesitant step towards the debris, then another. The wolf within didn’t stir aggressively, but watched, a low, watchful hum in her veins. *Observing.*