My Stepmom Mistreated Me Brutally, Assuming I Was The Paramour Novels & Stories

I never went out, never mixed with other children, not even the children at my shoots, I was the ‘star’ and my Stepmother insisted I be kept away from them. We had been on a very long trip for a shoot and I was exhausted when we reached home. I wanted to go straight to bed but as we came through the front door my Father stormed out of his office. He had finally found out what my Stepmother was doing, embezzling the money I earned for herself and her daughters, she had never loved my Father she had used him. The argument that followed was horrible, screaming and shouting as they hurled abuse at each other. My Father grabbed Lady Tremaine and shook her hard, calling her a liar and thief, she s

I don’t know if he was happy that I was being maltreated or if he simply didn’t care. Sometimes I wondered if he even cared at all. Which father would see his own child being mistreated and just walk away? As I approached my stepmother, she looked me up and down. The twins had already gone home, and they were back in her good graces, laughing beside her. Before I could even enter the room, Henry grabbed my hands and guided me forward. “Stop right there,” my stepmother snapped the moment I almost stepped inside. “You think my warning was a joke, right? I told you not to come back to this house without a mate,” my stepmother snapped. “I’ve endured you for nineteen years, and I won’t anymore.

He fucked me like a ragdoll, using my tied body however he wanted to. “You’re my personal fuck toy from now,” he growled, slamming into my ass harder. “Every time Mom leaves, this is what you are going to get from me, because you always give it to strangers so giving it to your stepbrother also to fuck some is not going to be hard for you to do, do you get me?”

The one who treated me like I was contagious, like I was filth infecting her perfect world. Before I could respond, the door burst open. She stormed in, dressed in a flowing deep-purple robe, her black eyes flashing with venom. Her lips were painted blood red, but there was nothing royal about the way she marched up to me. “You this stupid orphan,” she snarled, her voice loud enough to wake the spirits. “You think because you’re now your stepfather’s mate, you’re above everyone?” My hands slowly dropped from my face. I turned and looked her straight in the eye.

I ended my tale and my mom was visibly upset. "That is a pathetic man. I really dodged a bullet there. I never thought he could be so abusive and self centered," she said. "to believe that he allowed your step brother to rape you. That's the height of his wickedness," mom said and I was more than excited that she saw things from my own point of view. "I am so sorry that you had to go through all of that. If I had fought for you some more, you won't have had to endure that." She took my hand as she spoke

Instead she looked prideful, non-challant and tired. “Why should we be the one to cover up? Why should we be the one being regarded like we are doing something wrong, like we are committing a crime when we aren’t.” She paused, heaving deeply.. ~~~~~~~~~ “We aren’t committing a crime here. We didn’t do anything we shouldn’t have. I am his mate and he is mine! Tell me why I am not the one bearing his mark? Tell me why I am not the one bearing the news of his pup and instead it’s her! That’ bitch is the one at fault. Why did she have to steal my mate from me? Why did she have to be so callous? Why does she have to be the good one and us? And me? I’ve loved and waited for Matthew all my life! I

I’ll make her watch me giving my butterfly boundless heights of pleasure while she would be begging for it and I won’t give it to her so easily. She termed me as a sadist, a person who loved to hurt women and that wasn't true. I never hurt a woman, whatever I offered was an equal game of pain and pleasure. But that thick-headed Stella never understood. She always complained but enjoyed it too. What a fucking imposter. Just like my step-mother. I still remember that whore. She was like Stella, her blond hair resembled Stella’s. Everything alining with her made me hate Stella, I couldn’t comprehend how I fell for her in the first place?

But damn, the sight had me throbbing. Stepbrother pulled out for a second and flipped her onto her back. Mom spread her legs wide, pulling him in. "Fuck me missionary, I want to feel every inch," she panted. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and started pounding again, the bed creaking loud. "You love this stepdick, don't you?" he said, grabbing her tits and squeezing. "Yes, I love it! Fuck your stepmom's pussy raw!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him.

My stepmother is crying now, broken sobs shaking her shoulders as she clutches the bedpost for support. "That girl is barely an adult, Luca!" my father roars, his face red with fury. "I trusted you with her, and this is what you do? You defile her?" "I didn't defile her," I snap, wiping blood from my lip. "I love her. And she loves me. I'd rather be with her than Wren." "Listen to yourself!" my stepmother sobs. "You'd rather be with your stepsister? She's half your age, Luca! Did you rape her? Groom her?"

It is like a poison slowly spreading in your body from your stupid heart when it reaches the brain. You forget your responsibilities as a parent, your role as a mother, and your role as a Mafia Don. My sweet stepmother killed herself on the balcony of my four-story penthouse in LA after being caught by me fucking my dad's driver. Her head opened up like a broken vase; it was the messiest death I ever witnessed. Something that helps me sleep at night Sometimes it makes me angry; she deserves the worst.