My Stepmom Mga Nobela at Kwento

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

I stood there for a long time, staring at the spot where she’d been, trying to ignore the fact that my brain had cataloged every inch of her like some kind of traitorous highlight reel. She was my stepmother. My stepmother. And I already hated how much I didn’t hate looking at her.

"Perfect?" He choked violently on his drink as my stepmom slapped his back equally as violently, causing him to turn to her. "Honey, I haven't seen that rough side of yours since ninety ninety-nine when we are busy making babies." "Dad! What the!" I cluttered as he casually leaned back to his chair, smirking at me. "Mom! For Pete's sake, do something with the old man!" I'm so used to calling my stepmother mom because she is a lovely woman, and she raised me too.

I was just feeling pity about his current situation a moment ago and now he’s the one feeling sad about me. “It’s fine. I’m not even complaining. Wednesday’s a good woman and I think dad’s happy with her.” I explained. I suddenly remembered my mom and I still miss her. “Who’s Wednesday?” Ambrose asked. “My stepmother.” “Oh, right.” “And she’s pregnant too, so I’m not going to be the only child anymore.” “Congratulations on that.”

I didn’t want to believe anything he said, either, but if I had to choose between believing one or the other, I would choose him in a heartbeat. “Mommy?” Thea suddenly called, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she came down in her pajamas. “I’m hungry. Can we have pancakes?” She stopped when she saw my stepmother. “Hello there,” my stepmother said, her voice softening as she looked at Thea. I moved to stand between them. “Thea, this is…” I hesitated. What was she to my daughter? Technically a step-grandmother, but that implied a relationship that simply didn’t exist. “This is nobody. She was just leaving.”

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

My step-dad Ashley I am so angry with myself and my mom. I wanted her to be happy but I think I created my own grave. I will see her at her office She didn't want to receive me, I forced and she accepted Mom: Ashley I work Me: mom why are you doing this? I am your daughter Mom: and me your mother, you have the right to respect my privacy Me: what private life? That boy you married to is a bastard. What do you think?

I tried to convince her that it was okay if she was finding it arduous but she insisted on letting me know. When she was sure that she was under her control, she wiped her years and sniffed a few times and started, "When I reached home, my stepmom told me to take my car but something seemed off about her. She wasn't in her usual state. She is a very lively and a very cheerful person but today, she just wasn't herself... after my mom left, I was devastated but when dad remarried his childhood sweetheart, Daphne, my life changed - for the better. My stepmom, she fixed me. She gave me all the motherly love I thought I lost it forev

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?