Novel & Cerita My Stepmom's Daughter Is My Ex Characters

BRITANY. After their father took them up, I return home in tears, my house felt empty and I think back to how hard my life has been. I flash back to my past which was two years ago. I shut my eyes and think back to how I became entangled with Alex and his girlfriend Irene. It all begins two years ago when my stepmom came back home to tell my stepsister about her boss who happens to be Irene needing someone to enter into a contract with her boyfriend who happens to be Alex.

Right behind him was the person who had rescued me from being assaulted and had taken my virginity in his father’s hotel. As our eyes found each other, we both frowned in confusion. “This is my son, David Wilmer,” Steve introduced. “Dave, meet Bianca and Carmen; your stepmother and your stepsister.” Dave and I stared at each other, shock obviously rocking us both to our core at the announcement.

“So what, you are going to become his stepmother now? My stepmother?“ Rita asked, eyes widened. “Yes and no. I won't only be his stepmother, I will be Eric's ex-wife, his Sister-in-law but most importantly…I will be his stepmother.“ I say with a smile on my face, directing it at Rita. “For you, I will be your distant sister, Your new stepmother-in-law and your husband's ex-wife. Any other title I forgot?“ I ask the both of them pointedly. Finally, Eric couldn't take it anymore and he decided to stomp away, leaving Rita standing there, her expression full of astonishment. When her eyes met mine, that astonishment quickly morphed into disgust. "How could you? That is so disgusting," she spat,

I never even thought about being a mother until I met Damon, and then something sparked inside me, and I couldn’t wait for him to breed me. I do the cleaning while Damon helps Kyle get his outdoor clothes on and then we go for a long walk together as a family. If an outsider was to spy in on our day today, they’d think we were just a nice, sweet family. An older man and a younger woman who met somehow, maybe at work, and settled down together. Who would guess that in reality Damon was an ex-mafia boss and I was his stepdaughter? No one. But our little secret never fails to make me smile.

I asked Erica, and immediately her smiling facial expression was replaced with a shocked facial expression. "Which Adrian? You mean the Alpha of your pack who you ran away from?" Erica asked me, and I nodded in reply, my gaze still fixed on the road. "Alex is actually his stepbrother," I said to her, and with that she shook her head in disbelief. "Wow, so in other words, you are mated to your ex-mate's stepbrother," she asked me in astonishment. "Exactly," I said to her.

But who was I to choose, when my mother's life was on the line. My heart skipped a beat as I read the messages. My presence was needed immediately. I looked back at my mother's room and sighed. I don't really know much about Kieran. Except that he is Damien's stepbrother and he never really got along with everyone in the house. And he wasn't a very patient man. My lips pressed into a thin line as I slipped my phone back into my pocket. Without a second thought, I walked out of the room and waved down a taxi.

Should Rose help her step-mother or not? ***

The last thing that I would ever do is agree to be in a good terms with that girl , I would rather die than see that happen , there’s no way that I was going to do that . So many words I had to keep to myself even though I found it so hard to understand why , My own ex was getting married to my father , how could I let that bitch be my stepmom , that isn’t going to happen , not this lie or ever .

No… no, please, she prayed that wouldn't be what she was think. Her trembling hand reached for the dark knob, her mind spinning. But she froze when a familiar voice drifted through the barely cracked door. "You know you can enjoy all of this forever, don’t you?" The familiar voice was filled with seduction. It was her ex-stepmother’s, Bethany. "You just have to break up with my ex-stepdaughter once you've achieved all your aims. You know, I sold all my husband’s properties just to be with you and even divorced him… all for you."

Four years of marriage. Four years of giving everything to a man who hated me and always talked down on my body. And then it all came to an end with just one signature. Divorced with nowhere to go, I called my mother for help. She agreed to help, but she had just one condition: “Come meet your stepbrothers." I met them, and wished I hadn't. They were everything I was running away from. Everything I never wanted to face, and meeting them, getting close to them, was playing into my mother’s plans. It made me become one of her pawns in a brutal game. Staying in the same house with them was hell and heaven at once; it was everything I never thought I needed. And the more time I sp