I Married My Stepdad Novels & Stories

Hehe~ "She will be transferred to our private international school. Is it okay?" Wow. He has already planned to transfer me somewhere. Is it really happening to me? I always wanted to study somewhere great and run away from home. So that I can live an independent life. I think I like my stepfather. Who cares if he is too young to be my father? Long live my stepfather. LOL. We don't share any relationship. Since I am nobody but my Mom's niece here. However, is my mother truly marrying him? Or is it just a show?

Her voice trembled with happiness as she promised to love, honor, and cherish him until death or whatever clause lawyers wrote into modern marriages. I hated every second of it. My fingers twisted the program in my lap until the paper crumpled. Four years since Dad left. Two years of watching Mom cry into her wine glass. And now this. A new husband. A new life. A new set of people I was supposed to call family. I hadn’t even met the stepson yet. He’d been away at some exclusive university on the East Coast, too busy or too important to show up for the engagement party or the endless dinners Mom had tried to arrange.

My father became more and more distant, and I was shocked when he announced he was getting married again. The moment Flora, my stepmom, and her daughter came into the picture, my entire life was turned upside down. They took everything away from me – my life, my family, and now my love too. No, I would get to the bottom of this. I refused to be played for a fool. I was going to get my answers.

she said as she held my hand. "Believe you? No I won't mom, why can't you respect my decision, for Allah's sake am your daughter but yo...." "That's enough Simran, the deal is made you're going to get married and that's final"said my stepdad who has never spoken to me ever before. "Look whose talking now?" I asked. "Just because you're my stepdad doesn't mean you should interfere in my life ok sir?" I asked him. "SIMRAN! how dare you talk to him like that, he's like a father to you and don't forget you're living in his house " my mom yelled.

Not even a flicker of memory. “I suppose I should thank you, then,” I said, setting down my glass. “If it weren’t for your stepson’s treachery, I might still be worshiping at the altar of a false god.” Alaric tilted his head slightly. “Is that why you’re here? To unmake him?” I let the question hang. Let him taste the weight of it. “I haven’t decided yet,” I said finally. “I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.”

“Let’s leave things at that, children. You have all the time to show your concern for each other when you get married,” my stepmother said, ending with a laugh so loud it was obvious that it was fake. I flinched in pain when her nails tore through my skin, as blood trailed down. “No mother,” Xavier spoke up abruptly. “I have to make sure my future wife is settled,” he sighed. My eyes narrowed wondering what game he was playing at now. And what exactly brought this change in his heart.

We were living happily and we became more happy when my mum decided to remarry when I turned 13. At first, I was skeptical about the marriage, because I was scared mum would get hurt again but when I met Thomas, my step-father and Catherine, my step-sister, I fell in love with them both. They both made me feel at home. With them around, I felt completed and my dream of having a complete family, finally got fulfilled. On their wedding day, I was all over the moon. I couldn’t hide my joy. After the wedding, we all continued to live in harmony. No one could tell that Thomas was my step-father as he treated me as his own. Same with Catherine, she loved and cared for me so much.

It felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs and for a fleeting moment she thought she was hallucinating. On the foyer wall were large canvas pictures of none other than Jane’s bullies – Reid and Ryan Heiden. Why were their pictures in her new stepfather’s house? It was a sick joke, right? She was imagining it. But no, the twin demons smiled down at her and for a few seconds she struggled to catch her breath. “Ah, my sons. You will meet each other later,” Kyle said and Jane was shocked. Why hadn’t her mother told her that she would have two stepbrothers? Worse than having instant siblings was the fact that they were her bullies! They’d never gotten along even if she’d drooled over the

Tension that I hadn't noticed bled from my muscles, granting me sweet relief and the space to think and just breathe. The last couple of hours…were wild. And odd. I ran my fingers through the strands of my hair, laughing shrilly, noiseless. I'd been robbed of my father's assets, discarded like day-old condiments, almost killed while visiting my parents grave, and now I was married. To a man I'd know for barely half a day. Who I'd then proceeded to fuck twice or thrice, I could barely remember through the haze of pleasure that had come over me when we were doing the deed.

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’