My Stepfathers Sin Novels & Stories

In Shah's voice, there was deep pain. "Papa, you were always my ideal father. I can't even say that you haven't committed a sin but I can say that you have spent your whole life in a shell of fear. Papa, all this grief, pain, regret, fear, depression….can all these compensate for the destructive life of that innocent woman?" "S….S…. Saad I…. I have committed a grave sin. I'm very guilty…. very very much." His father was crying, holding Saad both hands. Sensing his pain, Saad's tears also shed from his eyes.

"I want to tell you about my family and some things I believe you deserve to know about." I nod, encouraging him to continue, my curiosity piqued. Sin takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine. "My father has disowned me, but I did see that coming since I took full ownership of Hayes Tech." I reach out, my hand touching his arm, and he looks at me, his eyes searching for understanding. "I'm so sorry, Sin," I say, my voice soft. "That must have been tough for you." Sin nods, his jaw clenched. "It isn't as bad as it seems, my father and I have never been on the same page over the years."

Every time that I see his face whenever and whenever he eulogizes me, the only thing I wanted to do was to look right at his face because it felt weird seeing the same person that delivered me to the hands of death praising me all the whole time. I was tired of the whole show of shame and it was now time to get dirty with him! My mom clasped her hands over her chest while my stepfather held her before she could fall to the ground. "I can't believe that you got married to someone that you didn't know and to worsen it all, she is this murderer's daughter," My stepfather said to her. "This isn't the time to say all of this and you don't need to reminisce! Not at this moment, this isn't the time

But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time. My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things. He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years. And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked. Maximus. The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle and beg at his feet for mercy.

"Stop fucking Riley." I scoffed, bringing the glass to my lips, letting the burn of the liquor settle the irritation creeping up my spine. Who the hell did he think he was? My own son, standing in front of me, trying to dictate who I could and couldn’t have. I never expected that confrontation. Not from Nathan. "She’s your stepdaughter, Ethan." I let out a slow breath, rolling the whiskey in my glass. Nathan thought he understood, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

I badly want him in between my thighs, eating my pussy in the way I will never imagine. I am aware that my desires are wrong and that I should not engage in sexual activities with my stepfather. I am trying to control my urges, as I know that my mother loves him and wants to marry him. I understand that engaging in sexual activities with my stepfather would be disrespectful towards my mother and harmful to my relationship with her. I had a tried setting boundaries but he has this way of making me cross my boundaries.

Silence greets my blank mind, I can only hear my Dad murmuring prayers. "I failed to discipline my own child... I have sinned, oh Lord..." I stare at him hatefully, if a person such as him can be considered holy. What, then, is sin? It has lost its definition. Having a father like him has to be the greatest sin... My father stops praying and turns to me. "You still don't accept that you're wrong? There is so much evil in your eyes. I'm calling the Reverend; he has a place for correcting abominations like you!"

I want to make her see that leaving me like that was unforgivable. That hiding this from me was a betrayal. That God, I can’t even say it out loud, I wanted to be the father, and she stole that from me. My hands ball into fists again. I pace faster, each step louder, the corridor suddenly too small, the walls pressing in, trapping me in the chaos of my own thoughts.

He was just a child; 9 years old, he hadn’t known a thing about the bond they’d later share, but while suffering in a marriage she didn’t want to be apart of, that smiling child gave her a glimpse of hope… ‘Perhaps he could save her’ she had many times thought…but now that he was grown, she found that he could, but he wouldn’t… He hated her guts, he thought she was filthy, but again, he wasn’t wrong…She had been forced to sleep with his father multiple times, he had heard it, seen those filthy marks his father sometimes left on her skin, seen her kiss him, hug him… It all must’ve been painful for him to watch. His stepmother, no, his dad’s favorite wife was his mate, he must feel like he was

“I am only trying to take what I am owed. I raised you like my own. Cared for you while your father was busy running the church. Seventy percent of that money doesn't even make up for all my suffering.” “Suffering?” I chuckle. “My father worshipped the ground you walked on. He made sure you never lacked a thing, yet you still stabbed him in the back. I do not owe you a dime. You lost those privileges when you decided to trick me!” “Oh, please! Enough with the betrayal talk. You are a sinner like me.” “Don’t even try to compare us! I am not the one who committed adultery!” “All sins are equal in the eyes of the Lord. I cheat and you fornicate, same hell.”