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

I smirk as I walk away , she intended to tick me of but instead I ticked her off. When I enter my room , I can’t help but think about my step sister. I heard a story once that she was not always like this. Obviously , I was either not born yet or I was too little to remember. Apparently , she was kind and shit…She fell in love with a guy. They used to date as well – they dated for years. Little did everyone know was that he had been abusing her. He manipulated her into thinking he loved her and that is why he hit her – he hit her because he loved her. Oneday , he just woke up and left her saying he did not need her anymore. From that day forward , she locked herself in ; she became ruthless

"I’m just trying to protect you... Thαt’s αll I’ve ever wαnted." I felt like I wαs going to explode. "Stop sαying thαt! Just stop! Protect me? You’re not protecting me. You’re breαking me. You’re confusing the hell out of me. You're mαking me feel like I'm crαzy!" "Killiαn‚ pleαse... tαke her αwαy‚" my stepmom sαid gently‚ eyes full of pity. "No!" I screαmed‚ crying hαrder. "I’m not leαving until he gives me the truth. I deserve thαt much!"

"Why would you blame me for that? Why would you reprimand me for doing what you signed me up for?’’ Her hand was raised in the air again ready to strike me. but I didn't flinch. not this time. there was an unsettling confidence in my stomach when I watched her. I felt like I was being pushed to the edge. Dared to fight back. “ you're not going to talk to me like that. I am responsible for you. I am your mother..’’ “You are my stepmother!’’ I corrected it. "You're not my mother. My mother is dead. My father is dead. This is the family I thought I had. but how you treat me isn't even the way any mother should treat another person’s child.. You are my stepmother. you don't just get to be my mot

He joked and we laughed. "Naughty!! But then, why would she flinch?! She would only do that if she was already used to being hit?" I said, quite unsure of my speculation. "Exactly! That was exactly what I thought as I looked at her in shock. She had already started apologizing for her misconception by then. Then I asked if she was being abused by her Stepmom and she went all gagas on me. Then she made mention of the fact that I was showing her fake love and care, and she knew it was going to be over soon, and I'd show my true colors. I was hurt to say the least, but when she said I had been using her as a pawn in my business and was marrying her for my own selfish reasons, I went berserk."

he said. And just like always, my stepmother didn’t find out if he was right or wrong. She took a wooden spoon from the kitchen. “Madam please, I didn’t do anything wrong…please spare me.” “So you are calling my children liars right???” “No Madam…pleasee.” She began hitting me repeatedly as I pleaded for mercy. Even when I fell to the ground, I could still feel the impact of each hit on my body as I stopped struggling and closed my eyes to welcome darkness.

"Why would you blame me for that? Why would you reprimand me for doing what you signed me up for?’’ Her hand was raised in the air again ready to strike me. but I didn't flinch. not this time. there was an unsettling confidence in my stomach when I watched her. I felt like I was being pushed to the edge. Dared to fight back. “ you're not going to talk to me like that. I am responsible for you. I am your mother..’’ “You are my stepmother!’’ I corrected it. "You're not my mother. My mother is dead. My father is dead. This is the family I thought I had. but how you treat me isn't even the way any mother should treat another person’s child.. You are my stepmother. you don't just get to be my mot

Liora “You… stupid… brat. No one wants you here. You're nothing but a worthless, filthy, pathetic fool.” Kate’s voice cracked, trembling with rage as she lifted the machete and brought it down on my body with a sickening force, like she was splitting a log of wood without mercy. Life wasn't exactly the best thing that had happened to me since I was born, so I wasn't shocked by the scene of my stepmother macheting me to death when all I ever did was worship her and did everything she asked of me.

Could my life be crueler? I lost my mom immediately she brought me into this world. My Dad doesn't even care about me and I had to live like a servant in my own father's house. Wait, do I even have the right to claim that? I got friends who motivated me knowingly or unknowingly to strife for success but well... I guess my promotion might probably be one of the reasons why my stepmother hates me so much now. Perhaps she thinks of me as a threat now. But am I? Who wants the money and properties anyways?

Although I was curious, I didn’t want to ask her directly because she didn’t seem to be comfortable with people seeing that side of her so I pretended like I didn’t see anything. However, I had so many questions. I wanted to know if it was her fucker of a brother who did that to her. Surprisingly it was her stepmother and I couldn’t be more pissed that she went through such a traumatising childhood. Before the woman dies, I’ll make sure she regrets ever laying her filthy hands on my mate. My heart squeezed painfully when she broke down. I held her in my arms and promised to kill everyone that hurt her. But... I was also on that list. I hurt her so much. If not the most because I was the one

“Their fate is now in your hands.” I looked around at my father, my stepmother and my stepsister. Deep down I felt a satisfaction seeing the fear slowly making its way to their faces. The realization that I had their lives in my hands. “Oh, come on Fiona. You know I was only trying to discipline you. It has always been for your own good” My stepmother babbled but I wasn't paying attention. In my head, I thought about all the injustice they'd done to me. All the beatings, the cruel words, treating me like a slave… I couldn't bring myself to see past that anymore.