Living As The Villain's Stepmother Novels & Stories

“How many times do I have to tell you never to call me your mother?! Your mother is a whore, you hear that? You are disgusting, ugly, and nothing but a burden in this family!” My eyes filled with tears as fear consumed me once again. Each day, my stepmother made it clear that I was unwanted in her home. It was difficult to believe that I was the daughter of the Beta of this pack, yet I lived in a situation worse than that of a slave. All of this was because of Mathilde Mitchell, my father's mate, whose hatred towards my mother, my dad's first wife, was so intense that she had sworn to make my life a living hell as revenge. My name is Serena Mitchell and welcome to my goddess-forsaken life.

He kicked me again, harder this time, and I curled into a tighter ball, trying to make myself as small as possible. “Liar! Slut!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the room. “You think you can play me for a fool?” Tears blurred my vision as I lay there, trembling. My stepmother’s voice pierced through the haze of pain. “She’s just like her mother,” she hissed. “A filthy, lying whore.” The room erupted with insults, their voices blending into a cruel cacophony. I couldn’t tell who was yelling anymore—Damian, my father, my stepmother, or my half-sister, Oriana. All of them hurled their hatred at me like stones.

“A few days ago, I met Leon and Charlotte’s mothers. Those two amazing women love their children with all their hearts. But mine... mine hated me. Leon’s grandmother once said that a woman could be evil, but a mother is never truly evil. I want to test that theory.” Sia’s voice hardened, her smile growing bitter. “I want to give Stephanie a chance to disappoint me again, to remind me why I have fueled my hatred for her all these years. I want to see how she will hurt me this time or act selfishly again. It is almost fascinating in a twisted way.”

And it was getting spoiled for anything. “We could've celebrated it at home…” Her eyes finally softened. “What if people think we staged it and brought Liam home because we wanted to celebrate Asher’s birthday?” “They already think of me as a evil stepmother what if they speculate it?” She quickly said. “What if I become the villain again?” “Hey, stop,” I cupped her cheeks. “Nothing like that is going to happen. I planned it all before execution.” “And what was your plan?” I sat on the bed and pulled her to my lap.

She left the sitting room considerably lighter than she'd entered it, the tangled political danger of Ferris and the informant and her father's cold warning not resolved, exactly, but somehow more bearable for having a hand to hold through it. It was, she thought, walking back toward the house, a more dangerous kind of enemy than the one she'd been bracing herself for. Not a villain lurking in the shadows, waiting to confront her directly, but something quieter and more patient, content to let her father's own love and fear do the work of containing her, one careful, deniable move at a time.

“I was small. I couldn’t stop him. I would hide, listen to her muffled cries. Vowed that one day, I would be strong enough. That no one would ever lay a hand on someone I cared about...and get away with it.” The raw pain in his admission, so starkly at odds with his usual impenetrable facade, cracked something open inside me. I saw a glimpse of the wounded boy beneath the ruthless billionaire, the child who had learned to equate love with pain and protection with brutal force. “My stepmother,” I found myself saying, the words tumbling out before I could stop them, “ she wasn’t physical. Not usually. It was more.... insidious. The way she’d look at me. The things she’d say. Making me feel wor

said Stella’s stepmother, smirking at her. Stella became furious at her stepmother’s words. “Humph. Your mother’s mother was a whore, seducing my dad. Thus, giving birth to your mother. Your mother’s a whore who seduced my husband.” “My mother’s not a whore,” said Stella. Stella’s stepmother laughed. “Your mother IS a whore! She seduced your father, MY husband and made him fall head over heels for her! Stealing him for years!” she huffed. “That’s how she gave birth to you, you slut!”

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

I became disappointed in him that he couldn't even morn my dead mom for a while before bringing in another woman, but there was nothing I could do rather than to accept her as my stepmother. At first, she treated me so nicely that I didn't feel the presence of my late mother, but after a while she changed drastically and became an evil woman that I could not explain if she was truly the woman I knew, who once treated me nicely. She began to maltreat me, I thought my father would stand up for me but I became even more disappointed when he didn't do anything but only watched her treated me like I was an animal. Whenever I tried to report her to him, she would blackmail him telling him I was te

LAYLAS'S POV My only friend is critically injured and will probably leave this world soon yet all the ladies in front of me only keep yelling out accusations.I wonder what kind of evil being could have done this.Because no sane being would attack someone so young and innocent. The woman I had been dreading to see again today, My vixen stepmother, finally storms into the room.She shrieks when she sees the injured girl in front of me. But her shock appear faked and kind of exaggerated.