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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.

“I’m doing what Dad’s too pathetic to do. I saw that pretty cunt on your OnlyFans, Mom. You spread it so wide for those losers online. Does it make you wet knowing your step-son watched you finger-fuck yourself?” Her breathing was fast. She tried to push me away, but there wasn’t much force behind it. “Stop it right now. This is wrong. I’m your step-mother.” “Wrong?” I laughed, giving her ass a firm slap that made it jiggle. “You’re the one posting videos of your married pussy online. Telling the world how sexually frustrated you are. How many guys have jerked off to you, huh? How many loads have you made them shoot while Dad leaves you high and dry?”

Leon came straight over and pulled me and Sofia apart. He crouched down, an uneasy look crossing his handsome face for the first time. "Sweetheart, she's my wife, she's your stepmother, understand? From now on you call her stepmother." I nodded, then shook my head. I knew what he was worried about. My birth mother Selena was about to come back to Bay City. Leon was afraid that if she heard me call Sofia mommy, she'd be displeased.

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

She gasped out loud " What did you say " I smirked "You heard me " She wanted to play dirty so here I am giving her the taste of it. She can't win against me. I've been quiet for the whole time she insults me. This time around, I'm gonna stand up for myself. News flash, my stepmother also had a prostitute mother who also gave birth out of wedlock. " you ingrate. I should have never allowed my husband to bring you to my house " she snapped. Her eyes were red. She was so angry

No way at all. "Step mother, just because you and your daughter are weak she wolves doesn't mean that every other she wolf wolves are weak. Don't use yourselves to measure others. My mother was able to do it. And it means that I can do it. I don't need to rely on anyone " I said to her. I know that this was going to piss my step mother off but I didn't care. In fact, that is what I want. I wan to piss her off. Serves her right for trying to get on my nerves. Who the hell does she think she is?

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

my stepmother said, her voice silk over steel, "we'd just let you waltz in here and take whatever you wanted? I see you're still as stupid as you were." "I just want my mother's things." My voice came out smaller than I meant it to. "Then I'll leave. I promise." "Your mother." She spat the words like they tasted rotten. "That weak, pathetic woman who couldn't even keep her mate interested. Who died whimpering and broken because she wasn't strong enough to hold onto what was hers." Something hot flared in my chest. "Please don't talk about her like that." "Why not?" My stepmother took a step closer, and I instinctively backed up until my spine hit the wall. "It's the truth. She was nothing. A

Maddie Since the beginning, it's been a relentless pursuit of perfection—planning and shopping consumed my days. My stepmother's lists were my guide, demanding precision. Stephanie, my stepsister, embodied the ideal bride in this whirlwind. In quiet moments, I attempted to breach her fortress, pleading with her to address the chaos with our father. "Stephanie, can we talk for a minute?" I implored, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. "Sure," she replied, a subtle glare revealing her irritation.