My Stepmom Mistreated Me Brutally, Assuming I Was The Paramour 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.

But his response was callous, revealing his pain and frustration after losing his wife. "Are you suggesting that I should satisfy my desires with you, Scarlett?" he asked, his words laced with bitterness. I was taken aback, hurt by his insensitive remark. He was still grieving, and his emotions had clouded his judgment. And so, that's how Gianna became my stepmother. Ever since she stepped foot into our lives, everything changed. But it wasn't an improvement; it was a descent into an even darker abyss. I became a constant target of mistreatment, and my father was the only shield I had.

Cruel how human can be, all for money. “ you think we goanna let you off the hook, after pulling such stunt, No way bitch “ I was weak but no doubt I recognized that voice , my step sister, Clara , from my hazy vision, I saw them, five of them standing , witnessing my downfall, why was life cruel, I had thought this was over, I will be together with my mom and will both sulk as we had both failed, I whimper in pains “Raise the bitch up, so she can see who is in charge” my stepmom commands and I was drag roughly on my knees, I weakly face them, dishevel and torn by betrayal.

My life has never been the same since then, my step mom and her daughter Maltreated me and they turned me into a pack slave. It got worse and whenever I complained about how they were treating me , I got punished instead for complaining. My life changed completely after I met Jake. He helped me get through the bad days and brought so much happiness to my life. I was so foolish to think that he was my mate and that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.

My stepbrother, Alain, moved in with us, and I became his personal slave. Alain was three years older than me and forced me to clean up after him and run his errands whenever he wanted. When I spoke with my stepmother, she always brushed it under the carpet, and when she couldn't, she made me feel like I was the wrong one, the unwelcoming one. She made it appear that I was unkind to Alain because it was my home. I still loved her back then because she had always been good to me, or so I thought, and I did not want to upset her. I considered the possibility that she was correct and it was my fault.

"And who are you to tell me that, when you've been leeching off my father with your evil mother?" Her face completely turned red and I was satisfied. Even though I live like a slave in this house, I haven't been unable to confront Allena and her mother Tessa whenever they are wrong. Of course I always pay for it, my father never believes me. Ever since my mom disappeared, I've been left with my stepmom and stepsister who isn't even related to me. I tried welcoming them but they were terrible from the start. I work like a slave, which I don't complain of. But now, they're getting me married to a mad man that might kill me just like he killed all his previous wives?

I could see the insatiable hunger in his eyes, and a flicker of jealousy twisted inside me that I wasn't the one to relieve it. Would he go find someone else for that? I thought, my nose flaring in anger as I slapped his hands off my breasts, even as my body ached to be ravaged again. “Don't be rude. I'm still your stepmother… and we need to—” I rambled, already knowing how ridiculous I sounded. How did I still have the audacity to say that when I had just been fucked by my stepson, almost risking getting caught by Romano? I didn't think anyone could sink lower than this.

my stepmom said," we found her like you wanted. But it took more days. We apologize." I couldn't look at him. But his glare was mean to me. When he spoke, I was confused. "How dare you tie her up?" He asked angrily. Without hesitation, he moved swiftly and grabbed the neck of one of the guys holding me. He lifted him high and threw him down. Then, he walked to my stepmom. Adire hid behind her. "Next time, don't lay a hand on her." "But.. but what is she to you?" My stepmom asked.“What does she mean to you?"

The man who made me feel something I didn’t know how to come back from, whom I mounted and grind against like my life depended on it—who left me aching, wanting more, and searching for a year—was my stepmother’s mate. The man I had touched myself to for three hundred and sixty-five nights was about to be my stepfather. And now, he was acting like we had never met. How worse could my fate be?

“Sh-she saw everything.” Dad rubbed his face. “This is fucked.” I tucked myself away. “She needed to see. No more secrets.” Linda shot me a look. “Anyone ever told you you’re a sadist?” “Maybe.” I headed for the stairs. “I’m going up.” Dad grabbed my arm. “Leo–” I shook him off. “She’s my stepmom now. I’ll handle it.” I climbed the stairs slowly, pulse steady like it was going to snap under my feet. Her bedroom door was locked. I knocked on it.