Novel & Cerita My Stepmom Mistreated Me Brutally, Assuming I Was The Paramour

There were no pleasantries, no I missed you, no concerns, and I felt utterly stupid for having expected that much from him. It was all about her. My stepsister, Amery Fords. When my mother died, he brought her and her mother into our home, and from that day on, he forgot about me. She became his favourite person, my bully, my enemy. She made my life a living hell, for three years. She hired a warrior wolf to assault me while she recorded everything. She posed as some kind and decent she-wolf on the outside, but behind that facade was a she-devil. I had seen it firsthand, and I carried the traumas as evidence.

She had drained all the energy I possessed, dealing with her was turning arduous. I missed mom, her kind face flashed in my brain. She would have known what to do in this situation. My stepmother had filled her shoes perfectly and had always treated me like her own son. But she was ruthless and believed in ruling with an iron fist, she lacked that motherly feeling I craved. The door opened and in walked my stepmother and Kamryn. I could tell from their scents although my eyes were closed. "You ok?" Mom Nashia protectively wrapped her arm around me while Kamryn kept standing.

My aunt’s calm expression changed into a glare, “You bitch.” I covered my aunt’s mouth, not because I don’t like to hear her say that, but because I swear, there’s no other word that I could describe my stepmom except a bitch. But I value my aunt’s and my body too. It’s still early in the morning and I still have classes. I don’t want to add more bruises to my body. My stepmom gritted her teeth and tried to slap my aunt, but I was quick to cover her, making the slap hit my cheek. The harsh pain came in contact and all I could do was grit my teeth.

“And you’ve been crying. What happened?” He smoothed the hair away from my face and I leaned my cheek into his palm. “It’s been a crappy day since you left.” “Then I guess I won’t leave you this time,” he replied. My heart fluttered and I looked up. His blue eyes were warm and dark. They reminded me of the ocean on a calm summer night. “My stepmother is a horrible person,” I blurted out. “She’s vindictive and is going to ruin everything.” “Is she why you are upset?” he asked. There was a protective growl in his voice.

Her husband was dating his stepmom— His thirty-three year old stepmom who was married to his fifty-four year old father! "You, rascal! How could you do this to me. I gave you four years of my life!" Jasmine tried to hit him on the chest. "So what? I gave you a luxurious life in return. It wasn't so bad, was it? You enjoyed my wealth and everything I had to offer." "You, aashóle! What I gave you is far more sacred and incomparable— I gave you my loyalty." Jasmine prepared to hit him harder but Vince grabbed her wrists. This time he said something that scarred her very soul.

I said, pointing to Tricia who just removed the mask from her face. I also looked at Morgan who stood transfixed, staring at her. "You..." Alex called out, pointing to me. "You knew all along that this is Tricia." "Yes, I knew, but all I can do is to save my sister," I said. "Your sister?" Alex asked with a confused look. "Yes," I said. I told him of the day I saw the picture of my mother with a baby who he said was Tricia. "My step-sister is your step-sister, but we maltreated her," I said.

“Answer me. All this could end if you just spilled out the password.” Seeing I wasn’t ready to talk, he applied force on his hand, pulling my legs apart slowly. “What is it? Your birthday? A special date? Spill it.” With one extra force, my legs parted apart. I shot my eyes closed, as I felt the cool air hit my pussy. My cheeks flushed red. I’ve never felt this exposed to anyone before. And this is just not anyone, this is my stepbrother, the one I’m supposed to hate, the one whom I have his dirty secret.

She seemed to sense the vulnerability behind his tough exterior and let out a mocking laugh, her voice dripping with scorn. "Zac, you already know the answer, don’t you?" "You’re lying." Zac’s lips trembled as he stared at Anna, filled with frustration and disbelief. Even his usually cold voice sounded hoarse. "Emma loved her mom so much, there’s no way she wouldn’t have told my stepmom about her death." It was the first time I had ever heard him refer to my mom as his stepmom in front of anyone other than his father. He usually sneered and referred to her as "the mistress."

“Alpha Graham needs to sway the minute he sets his eyes on you. Check it out and let me see if it needs any other adjustments. Hurry.” Sometimes, I wanted to yell back at my stepmother and tell her I was done with all her games. Tell her I was sick and tired of being her puppet. Tell her I didn’t want to be a side piece anymore—but my father’s cruel hits and the several scars on my body made me rethink my words. My stepmother’s words were like law in this house. If I go against her words, I’d get starved, beaten, and might eventually end up sleeping out in the cold. I don’t think I can handle that right now.

It looked even bigger in the low lamplight, intimidating and mouthwatering all at once. *This is my stepbrother,* my mind kept chanting, even as my pussy clenched painfully around nothing, dripping fresh slick down my ass. *Mom married his mom. This is so fucked up. So wrong.* But the wrongness only made the heat between my legs throb harder. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.