I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

He smiles at me - a flash of white teeth that promises the Tax tonight will be paid in blood and salt. I sit there, ruined and wet, watching the man I love to hate plan a wedding with a woman who has no idea she’s sharing his bed with his stepmother.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

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.

The step-witch banged on my door. “I thought I told you to change that blasted alarm tone.” Lyssandra, my stepmother hissed. Normally, I refer to her as my step-witch. I never knew why my mother's voice bothered her so much. “I thought I told you you'd never erase my mom.” I snapped back. I always had this feeling like she wanted to pretend my mom never existed. It annoyed me. Whenever I got passionate though, she’d back down and almost whimper. “You’re married to my dad. You’re the step-witch that wants me to pretend you gave birth to me. You will never be able to replace her. I’m not like you. Stop trying to make me your perfect little girl and leave me be. I wasn’t interested when I was f

he said to me, making my stepmother scoff. " Do you think you can come here and then take charge, just because she made you her, doesn't mean that you can do anything you want with her? "my stepmother says to Nick. "And who do You think You are to involve yourself in our matte, who are you …what is your position in her life, you are just her stepmother and Father's replacement of her mother, that's what you are ….so you should better keep that in mind," Nick said my stepmother's even angrier as my father rushes up to him pushing himself in the chest

I cradled my head in my arms and cried out, "No, I am sorry… So sorry… Please stop…" The intense pain put me in a trance, and my vision began to blur. "Father…please stop…" "You'll kill her." My stepmother's voice sounded like it was coming from a very far away place. "Harland... Sweetie, remember… That pretty face and voice of hers is her biggest asset. We don't want to ruin things, do we?" My stepmother Isis. I used to be happy that my father found someone after my mother died, and she seemed to make him happy. I used to wish I could make her happy, too. I had naively hoped that, one day, things might get better between us.

And I can’t bear to tell her how deeply my mother’s rejection has cut me. “It’s my stepfather.” My voice strained. “I don’t want to talk to him right now.” I quickly turn off the phone, the black screen a reminder of my isolation, an escape from the reality of the situation. But it only leaves me feeling more alone. Iva doesn’t push. She simply reaches out and gives me a side hug, her warmth a small comfort in the storm raging inside me. “You’ll be fine, Emma,” she whispers, rubbing my arm in slow, soothing circles. “Everything has a way of working itself out in the end.”