Novel & Cerita My Stepdaddy Wants Me Gia

"Just… processing." "Processing what, the fall?" Hailey asked, her voice softening. She scooted closer, her hands finding mine. It was warm, like an anchor. "I’m so sorry about that." “It’s not that Hails,” I interrupted. The fall wasn’t that bad. I landed on shrubs remember? It’s Gigi and Gia.” I breathed. My shoulders slumped slightly. “What about them,” she asked, her eyes widening. "Your Dad just called Hails,” I began. “The gig was reassigned to my step-sisters,” I muttered, my eyes welling up a bit.

She says, assessing as she walks in front of the little shit, and jabs her fingers into the side of his neck and chest. I open my mouth, but Gabe stops me. “Just watch. These Amazons know a thing or two, and from what Stephanie told me, her sister knows more than her. If it doesn’t work, that’s when we will step in.” He says, crossing his arms, watching intently. “I can’t wait.” Gia excitedly says. I look down and raise a brow at her. She notices and shrugs. “What? It’s not often that I see my mom and aunt in their element.”

“But I think I might end up pitying you.” I blinked. “W–What?” She didn't answer, instead, she turned and walked towards the door. Gaya and the others rose. While Elijah and Elias followed behind the little girl still holding my sketchpad, Gaya veered towards me. “You wanted to know why we came, no?” I nodded absentmindedly, my eyes still glued on the small figure commanding attention like an adult. “She wanted to know the woman that has become her stepmother.” With that, Gaya smirked and left.

Valentina interrupts. I do that. I show them my room. “Wow, it's beautiful” Gianna exclaims. “And classy” Valentina supports. “Seems your new stepfather is swimming in money” Gianna says. “I guess” I shrug my shoulders. “You haven't answered me. How did moving in go?” Gianna says. “Cool. But guess what girls??” “What??” They both exclaim. “I have three hot, handsome, sexy and identical triplets as my new step brothers” I blurt out.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

She rushed forward, raising her hand to slap me. I caught her wrist and shoved her hard to the floor. "I'm not someone you can afford to mess with. You'd better think straight." Gianna glared at me with fury. "What are you so smug about? You're nothing but my dad's mistress. No wonder you have the nerve to act so bold in front of me. Do you really think you can sleep your way into being my stepmother with that used-up body of yours?" I frowned. "Mistress? Stepmother? What are you talking about?"

Every single morning, I demanded written reports on what time she woke up, which hallways of the estate she walked through, and exactly how many minutes she spent talking to my stepfather. I spent hours standing by the windows of my own study, gripping the stone sill so hard my fingers turned completely numb and white. From there, I would watch the two of them walk through the private gardens. They weren't even touching, but the way they spoke, the way she listened to him with her head tilted, made my blood boil with a hot, furious jealousy. "You're doing it again," a sharp, angry voice cut through the quiet room. I didn't turn around from the window. I kept my eyes locked on the garden belo

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h