I'm Only A Stepmother Novel Novels & Stories

The day felt endless, and all she wanted was a shower and her bed. "My little brother says you only married Dad because Victoria's our sister, but that you don't actually love us," Gabriel explained. "Is that true, Nathan?" The older boy scowled and ignored her, climbing into bed. His brother followed. Realizing she wasn't going to get anything more out of him, she kissed Gabriel goodnight, and when she tried to do the same to Nathan, he dodged it. Being a stepmom was definitely not going to be easy. Diana left the room, ready to shower, change into something to sleep in, and finally lie down.

My stepmother is now showing her true colors, they have started to take everything that belongs to me away, just like her daughter, they want to take everything away from me but I swear I’m not going to let that happen, I won't allow them to succeed with their plans, I can't delay anymore, I need Charles to start with whatever plan he has, as long as it has to do with destroying Emma, I will gladly do it, and my stepmother should wait for me cause I will kill her even before she becomes the CEO, I can't keep quiet and let them treat me like trash anymore

she explained. Aiden looked at her coldly. 'That scum actually abandoned his own daughter, and she is my step sister? My irresistible step-sister' Aiden cursed in his head. "He went on a vacation with my mother yesterday, for one month," Aiden told her. Aria's eyes widened and despair came crashing into her heart.

He disconnected. God. I placed a palm on my forehead. How unfortunate am I to be created this way? “What's wrong? You look as if you got bad news. Did anything happen in your family?” “Hmm.” I nodded. “My stepmother fell from the stairs on her way to a meeting.” As if heavens can be that merciful. If only this were to be the case. I wish the fall will lead to her untimely death, then I will dance on her grave until someone pulls me out.

Napangiti lalo si Mama at pati yung babae sa tabi niya. "I am Bernardo, Father ng Step Father mo, siya naman ang asawa kong si Elizabeth, at ang bunsong anak namin na si Lizzy." Pakilala nito sa mga kasama na agad kong kakamayan sana pero niyakap nila ako. "Nice to meet you po," sabi ko sa kanila. Nung babae na ang yumakap sa akin, parang ayaw na ako nitong bitawan.

From the very beginning, Rufus Carter was in love with Leanor Ford. At the age of seventeen, Rufus was already known for his towering height, costly lifestyle, and aloof attitude. Unfortunately, Rufus was left motherless at an early age, and this year, his father decided to remarry, making Leanor's mother his new stepmother. As if fate wanted to play a twisted game, Rufus turned eighteen and found out that Leanor was his mate - adding a new level of complexity to their already complicated situation.

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Ava wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

I wasn't just some loser kid that was irrelevant to him. I was Daddy’s little princess. I was the perfect little angel. I was his daughter. I was his. He never looked down on me for belonging to someone else. The minute my mother introduced us, he embraced me like I was his own. He never, not even once, treated me like a stepdaughter. He always did everything with me, even all those things that my mother should have been doing.

This is my house, isn’t it? “Good morning, Jace,” her mother greets warmly, face lighting up like a bulb. I want to roll my eyes, but knowing Jae will be offended, I swallow my displeasure and nod. “Thank you for bringing your step-sister home last night. I can’t thank you enough.” She gushes. That word—stepsister—sticks like barbed wire. “Haven’t you told her?” I ask, pulling out my seat. Jae looks at me, eyes wide, pleading.