Living As The Villain's Stepmother Novels & Stories

I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mistreated by Stephanie. Both Linda, my stepmother, and Stephanie joined forces to taunt and insult me, making college preparations agonizingly slow. Chores piled up, and my complaints to my father only worsened the situation. Richard, my father, not only showed disgust but also accused me of causing my mother's death.

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.

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.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Her hopeful look didn't leave me any choice. "Of course," I gave her my sweetest smile. She beamed in delight at my response. "Then I'll send you an invitation soon." I just nodded at her. After that I excused myself first before she dragged this conversation longer. I'm tired... This was a weird day. But the empress was obviously the weirdest one. Why does the stepmother treat Bella nicer than her own father? Isn't that suspicious? Maybe she had some sort of hidden agenda? Gosh, this is giving me a headache. I really don't want to get caught up in any conspiracy or some evil scheme.

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

I found my voice, trembling as I spoke, "Elara… you are my step-grandmother, aren't you? The one they spoke of in hushed whispers, the one they feared?" Her laughter echoed through the chamber like a haunting melody. "Oh, my dear, you finally figured it out, did you? How quaint. Yes, I am that wicked step-grandmother you've heard tales of. I am the one who revels in darkness and feeds on the souls of the living." The pieces fell into place—the reason she had taken such delight in my fear, the twisted joy she derived from watching me suffer. My mind swirled with a maelstrom of emotions—fear, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal.

Unless the person he is hiding from isn’t the Goddess. “The same people who killed the rest of your Mates.” “The Goddess did.” “The Goddess didn’t. Your step mother did.” “Excuse me?” “That’s the hidden truth, Vynessa.” My fingers dig into my hair, my head pushing back as a loud laughter breaks off my mouth. My shoulders jerks hard as tears wells up in my eyes. Nina’s words were funny. This is the joke of the century. Inhaling for long, and letting go of my breath. “I know my stepmother is evil and doesn’t love me. She can be a lot of things but not a murderer. Yeah, I sometimes call her that, but that’s when I'm mad at her.”