My Stepmom's Daughter Is My Ex Characters Novels & Stories

He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in all dark velvet and smooth skin while his hand rested like a brand on the waist of his fiancée, Vanessa Marrow, daughter of the Minister of Trade and fresh out of some finishing academy where girls were taught to smile just enough to be owned. They looked perfect. That was the point. My glass of champagne was lukewarm, but I sipped it anyway. Bitterness suited me tonight. "You're going to chip a tooth, grinding it like that." The voice at my side startled me. It was deep, smooth, and threaded with something unplaceable. Authority. Amusement. Something darker. I turned slowly, already knowing who I’d find. Alaric Crest, Devon’s stepfather. He stood

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “What pack was your mother in and why was she banished? Why are you a rogue?” He asked, tilting his head sideways as he waited for a reply “Gravity coast pack and she was exiled because the pack alpha found out she was expecting me and my father was Willam. As far as I know, William and the pack alpha had a misunderstanding but when he found out one of their own was expecting a child with Williams he exiled her. My mom did try to find William but he rejected her and left her to cater for me. I grew up with her in the south but she died some years later, leaving me to fend for myself. I tried reaching out to William after her death but he didn’t change his

I watched her for a moment, then asked casually, “Aren’t you going to celebrate with your daughter and father? You just graduated. This is supposed to be a family occasion.” If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead on the spot. I shifted my gaze to Vittoria, who wore a deep scowl. “What happened?” I asked her directly, knowing she would never dare disobey me. “Her ex took her daughter today,” Vittoria explained quietly. “Zoya couldn’t stop him, and her dad is stuck at work.” A slow, satisfied smile bloomed inside me. Benito was digging his own grave, unknowingly clearing the path for me.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes locked onto the PA's face, eager to hear the rest of the story. The PA's expression turned somber, his eyes clouding over as he delved into the past. "That time, your stepmother was your mother's PA," he began, his voice low and measured. "We never knew she had fallen in love with your dad. So, she went to tell your mother's ex about how your dad used to care for her."

I had never heard of it. “So you can’t of course expect that I would watch Jeremy be with a girl that had been with Mariah’s son.” I felt dissected with sterilized tools. I could feel headache forming, my throat tightening painfully. “You are my ex husband’s stepdaughter. I don’t want my son to have anything to do with that. And now I can see that your very good friend, Carol, is bringing you to associate with my other son. Hartley is not your family. Don’t deceive yourself.”

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here for the beginning of your coming-of-age ceremony. The trip came impromptu. Besides, my travels were so long, and the roads were so difficult. I hope you can forgive me." I force a smile. "Of course, Stepmother." She pats my cheek, her touch cool and dry. "Not to worry. My daughters and I will help with the rest of the ceremonies. We'll make sure everything goes perfectly." My smile falters. Daughters? I look past her, at the three strangers standing behind her. My father steps forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Aaronne," he says, "there's something I need to tell you. Your stepmother... she had children before we met. They are from a previous marriage. An Al

"I used to be your ex-girlfriend. Now I'm your stepmother." I leaned in slightly. My red lips parted, speaking words that shattered him. "Know your place. Don't be stupid enough to cross a line you can't uncross." "You want to act like some twisted pervert? Ask your father first if he's okay with that." Ethan's pupils shrank to pinpricks. He looked like he couldn't process it. Like he'd been struck by lightning. Blood rushed to his head, then drained away in an instant. Stepmother?

“Smile for Mom, survive the family gathering, blow out the candles for her birthday tonight, and get the hell out before nightfall.” But even as I said it, my mind drifted to him. Kai. My ex-stepfather. Fifteen years older, my mother’s ex-husband, the man who had once carried boxes like they weighed nothing and looked at me with eyes that shifted from protective to something far more dangerous the last time I saw him. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts, and headed out toward the edge of the property. My toes curled into the cool grass as butterflies drifted through the wildflowers.”