Novel & Cerita My Stepmom

I yelled, and the little hint of playfulness in his eyes was now gone, leaving only an eerie smile and looks that could probably kill me in a second. “I don’t belong to you, not anymore, not when you’ve just drawn the goddamn line about our relationship, about us. You’re my stepfather, that’s what you are. Also, the person who’s hurting me with every passing second of my life which I gladly want to end, if that would take away all this pain.” I deadpan, sizing him up.

But here I was, just now getting dressed. I dashed out of the bathroom, still dripping, and flung open my wooden wardrobe. Its doors were barely hanging on, termites long since making a meal of it. I grabbed the only dress that could possibly pass for the day. It had a small hole in the back. Whatever. No one would care. No one ever did. Just as I was pulling it over my head, the door to my room slammed open. “Orphan!” His voice struck like a whip. Alpha King Lucien Thorn, my stepfather.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

I found them sprawled on the sofa, laughing as if the world was theirs. The woman was draped over him, her lipstick smeared across his mouth, her heels digging into the couch cushions. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I snapped, as soon as I got down the stairs. They both turned to look at me like I was an annoying bug. "Who I am doesn’t concern you," the woman said with a cruel smile. "But since you asked... I'm your stepmom,” she paused, exchanging glances with my stepfather. Her words hit me harder than any slap.

“I think of you as a friend, but you want to be my mom?” I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I already have two babies. I don’t have enough motherly love to go around. Let’s just stay friends.” Then, I tilted my head and looked at her. “If you like me so much, why don’t you want me to be your stepmom?” “Stepmoms are always bad. Besides, I already have a mom. She’s in heaven.” She pointed at the sky. I was caught off guard. Just yesterday, Cameron had talked about finding Rachel a new mom. It looked like that was going to be tough.

They look so cute and adorable, so I just want to be close to them. “We've seen you around the mansion for a few days,” Janice said. “What's your relationship with our father?” The other children nodded, eager to hear my answer. “Oh, I'm your Daddy's wife, and that makes me your stepmom.” “Step Mom?” Jason whispered. “But we don't need a stepmom,” Juniper said.

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.

As if my day couldn't possibly get any worse. "Y-Your stepmom... is in the hospital!"

Even though I tried avoiding her as much as I could, I guess I couldn't avoid her for too long. “This is Liana, my stepsister.”I opened my eyes wider than normal the moment I heard what you said with a funny expression on my face because I wasn't expecting him to refer to me as his step sister—we are not even siblings yet. “Your dad… again?” “Again? Does it mean…?” I was surprised to find out that my mom might not be the first woman to have lived with him as his stepmother before, meaning there were others before her, which makes me even more worried that we might be leaving here soon.