I Married My Stepdad Novels & Stories

People were passing by, but couldn't bring myself to take not of whether they were staying to stare or not because of the guy standing in front of me. He looked as pale as I remembered, but he was chatty this time. I gulped and shook my head. Maybe I as losing my mind. This can't be real. "I heard about your stepdad passing too, my condolences," he had a solemn look on his face which he quickly changed to a smile. "I also heard that you got married to that guy and he is your stepbrother and the heir of the Fords generational wealth congratulations," he said, looking genuine, but I couldn't tell for a fact if he truly was.

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."

“That’s Dominic. My husband. Your stepdad. We got married last fall. I wanted to tell you in person instead of over the phone. He’s been excited to meet you, Lana.” I stared at the empty staircase. My throat felt tight. My mind was spinning so fast I could barely form words. Stepdad? That man was my stepdad? The same man who just made my entire body react in ways I didn’t even know were possible. The same man whose handprint was probably still stinging on my mom’s ass. “Stepdad?” I finally said. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. A little shaky. “Yeah,” Mom said, patting my knee. “He’s great. You two are going to get along just fine. I know it.”

I managed a slight laugh, but it got stuck in my throat. “I mean, Kaid and I are step-siblings.” I exhaled sharply. “Anyway, it’s all for the best,” I muttered and went up to my room. What I didn’t notice was the distant look Richard and my mother exchanged with each other.

He caught my eye during the vows, framing a smile meant for her, but I swear his gaze lingered on my cleavage a little too long. By Sunday night, it was official: he was my stepdad. My forbidden fantasy, wrapped up in a marriage certificate and living under my roof. Two days later, no honeymoon bs. Mom was already back at her corporate grind, vanishing off to meetings like nothing had changed. Fully expected.

" I ought to have withdrawn. I should have hit him, yelled at him, then raced back to my spotless, ideal husband. Still I didn't. I was drowning, and this man—this broken, deadly man—was the only thing that made me feel alive. "I married your son," I quietly murmured. He gave a faint smile. "You married a guy who left you here like an unloved heirloom." I peered at him. "What from me do you want?" His lips hovered just above mine. "Everything you fear to admit."

Of course, the only guy that has made my insides turn and I regretted not telling my name, or anything about me, is getting married to my mother this weekend. “I can see why you…” she says, smiling, and I shake my head slightly, trying to forget the best night of my life. The night that changed my vision on men in suits and now… This… “What are you going to do?” Steph asks, and I frown. “Nothing, I am not going to do anything,” I let out, and her eyes widen slightly as if I had just grown another head or something. “There’s nothing I can do, he is going to marry my mother, my freaking mother, arghhhhh,” I let out in frustration, “She’s going to make a big deal out of this and make me see him

My other hand flew to my mouth. He stared at me, shock, recognition, something darker flashing through his eyes. Mum was still smiling, oblivious. “Isn’t he handsome?” she said, looping her arm through his. “Marcellus and I… we’re getting married soon. You’re going to have a stepdad, baby girl.” I couldn’t speak. He couldn’t look away. Karma hadn’t just orchestrated this. It had written the whole damn script. And we were both starring in it.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

He stands and walks out. Turning, I look at her. "You're still with him?" "Not exactly." "Sweetness, it's as simple as yes or no. Are you still with him?" Jax looks at her. "Actually, right now, does he think you're together?" Her head nods, and I stand. Pacing the room, I try to calm down. "Explain, now, everything!" I turn and face her. "I was dating him when my stepdad pushed me out of my life. I told him I had no choice but to agree. I expected things to end, but he said he would wait if I were sure I could divorce Carl after we married."