I Married My Stepdad 소설 & 이야기

He stared at us briefly, then his eyes watered and he sighed deeply. "My stepdad happened," he finally said. Anna and I exchanged questioning looks, but we didn't say a word. We were waiting for him to continue. "My mom married a monster. She was too in love and wouldn't believe a word I said. My stepdad is gay..." he trailed off as he studied our expressions. "Your mother married a gay man?" Anna asked, her shock seeming to grow. I didn't react in any way. Hearing that his stepdad is gay, I could already guess what he was going to say next, but I kept quiet and let him continue his story.

" Leaving the house, I let the cool evening air wash over me. My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Before I realized it, I found myself standing outside the old house at the Midnight pack. My mind could not help but wander to those beautiful days I spent here with my parents, now step parents. I learnt so many things here ànd experienced the best childhood here. It's such a shame that the people who lived here were no longer the same. They changed, I changed, everything changed. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing me. "Mia," she spat, venom dripping from her tone. "What are you doing here?" "I... I … " I stammered,no

DADDY CONSUMMATES OUR MARRIAGE “My god, I can't believe I finally got to wear this today,” I say to myself, running my fingers over the lace wedding dress. It was only a few hours ago, but it all still feels like a dream. I'm still in shock it's finally happened. I'm married to my stepdad. Or he was my stepdad... I don't know. Who knows if I can adapt to thinking about him in any other way. The thought is so new I can't wholly wrap my mind around it.

As she plated the food, her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach dropped when she saw the name. Stepmother. Zara’s hand trembled as she picked up. Before she could speak, her stepmother’s voice erupted, venomous and loud: “Is it your mission to ruin this family? Are you so desperate for attention?” Zara froze, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. “I know you didn’t walk into that marriage on your own will, but you’re here now, so the least you can do is respect us. If I hear one more bad thing about you if I hear one more whisper of shame I swear I’ll kill myself!”

She was his love. My father was caught between responsibilities and love when he was asked to end the affair with my mum and marry my stepmom who was also from another major conglomerate in order to finalize a merger. Dad got married to my stepmom, Selena. My mum died during childbirth so I never got to see her. I only knew that my dad took me in immediately after her death.

The shock hit me like a freight train—my soon-to-be husband wasn’t just older than me but happened to be my ex-husband’s ex-stepdad as well. How did I get myself into this weird and awkward mess?

Over the years she put aside this obsession, she understood her in-laws' desire to be grandparents, but she never imagined that they would threaten her husband for not giving them an heir. She had married Ray at twenty-one, very much in love, however, the relationship between them was becoming colder, and tense, and they didn't speak to each other like before. Raymond was absent most of the time, in his constant business trips he was the CEO of the multinational and a very busy man.

I felt a twisted knot in my stomach. I agreed to marry a man with a child which makes me a stepmother to a five years old boy at the age of twenty-six. It sounded strange and from inside, I was fretting. I didn’t know whether it was a good decision to marry for selfish motives or a disaster but I am sure that I’d give my one hundred percent in this arrangement because he saved me from my doom. Sighing, I stepped out of the car. Tristan rounded his way towards me. I looked small beside him. I turned stiff when I felt his large palm gently touching my lower back, a spark shot through my body cells.

All three of them head downstairs to where the food is being served. "Hm... It smells so nice. I missed the smell of home." Ivy mutters while she's eating. After a while, she places her spoon down, looks around at her family. "Don't be alarmed. I have something to tell you all." Her Dad looks at her speculatively. "What is it?" "I'm getting married." Her mum drops her spoon on shock. "Again?" Ivy smiles easily. "I'm going to need your blessings on this one, and I'm sure. I'm not making a mistake."

He was charming as ever. My heart shouldn’t fall again. The pain of being betrayed was there. My step-brother… I’m marrying him. I sniffled as I walked directly to my seat, not taking his hand. I don’t care if my father scolds me. I don’t care now. I am used to him beating me with his crane or slapping me… for every single mistake that I never made. The only mistake was that I had lived. I should’ve taken my life. My miserable useless life.