Novel & Cerita My Stepsister Is My Ex-girlfriend

And now, to protect Sandra, they were throwing me to the wolves without a second thought. I let out a cold laugh, my eyes hard. “Fine, I’ll marry him. But on one condition. The day I get married, Sandra has to admit it, in public. Tears of Medusa was my design.” “Are you crazy?! You want to ruin your sister’s future?!” my father roared, slamming his hands on the desk. My stepmother looked heartbroken. “Odessa, how could you be so cruel? Sandra is the future of this family!”

I say, eying my sister. "News travels fast. Is it true she's Max's ex beau? How's he taking it? I'm sure he's throwing his feet in the air, crying and screaming." his laugh turns into a fit of coughs. I go to his side with a glass of water but he waves it away. "I want to meet her. This vixen that's finally caught your heart. What kind of woman is she?" "Honey, we talked about this. It's embarrassing behaviour for someone of our status to be involved with someone so low." my step mother says. Right, like I give a fuck.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

“What's he doing here?” “You don't know?” he asked, shocked. I shook my head. “Wow.” He nodded slowly, as if confirming a theory he had. “You really put the ‘ex’ in ‘ex-husband.’” If he knew what happened, he would be more shocked that I'm still here instead of on the other side of the world. “Well, rumor says that Damien, his stepbrother—” Bastard stepbrother.

My voice was flat. "Won't you come back with me?" There was a pleading look in his eyes. "I can handle the Council of Elders' investigation. As long as you return and help me, we can get through this." I looked at him and almost laughed. Even now, he was thinking about how to use me and not about the mistakes he had made. "Drew, the moment you decided to make me take the blame for your stepsister, it was over between us." I turned around and walked away.

“You’ve put up so many boundaries that I don’t even recognize you anymore. It’s like we’re strangers. Like we haven’t been… involved for years.” Her words lingered in the space between us. “What changed?” she asked. “Nothing,” I said, a bit too quickly. “I’m just not in the mood.” She studied me carefully, like she was trying to peel back something I didn’t want her to see. “Is it because of her?” My expression hardened. “Because of who?” “Stephanie.” The name hit harder than I expected. “The girl who’s supposed to be your stepsister,” she added.

My hands tremble as I pop open another button on my blouse, letting it fall open to reveal my breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” I whisper, the confession shocking even me. “Your hand on my tit. Your cock against my ass. I know you’re my stepbrother, Kai. I know this is so fucking wrong. But I’ve been wet for hours. I keep imagining you bending me over and fucking me like I’m the whore you ordered.” His cock visibly twitches in his sweatpants. He stands up slowly, towering over me. “You’re my stepsister,” he says, but his hand is already reaching out, cupping my breast again, thumb brushing my hard nipple. “We can’t do this.”

Selena said as she came down the stairs. I exhaled and scratched the back of my head. “I had to take care of something.” She looked at me carefully. From my split lips to my bruised knuckles. “Did you get in a fight?” “It’s nothing.” I tried to walk past her but she held me back. She slanted her eyes and raised her brows. “Did you fight the Voss brothers because of that wretch?” “She’s not a wretch.” I snapped. She suddenly let go of me and stepped back like I was poison ivy.

It made him look… human. Warm. Without realizing it, Emma smiled too. Across the room, a pair of eyes watched them closely. Damien’s cousin, Victor Blackwood, leaned against a marble pillar with a glass of champagne. “So…” He smirked. “The new Mrs. Blackwood has everyone wrapped around her finger already.” Beside him stood his sister, Vanessa Blackwood. “I don’t trust her.” Victor’s gaze remained fixed on Emma. “Neither do I.” Back on the dance floor, soft music began to play.

Marcello was lost in thought about everything he had planned, but the most important thing of all was Monica De Rossi, his stepsister, the daughter of that damned woman. He would never forget that day, the day he hired a private investigator to gather information about them. When he saw her picture for the first time, he could hardly believe his eyes. She was the same woman he had met two years ago on the beach in Viareggio, the woman he had felt deeply drawn to and had never been able to forget since that night. And now, he had discovered that she was the daughter of his greatest enemy. What a cruel twist of fate. "We've finally arrived at the mansion."