Novel & Cerita My Stepsister Is My Ex-girlfriend

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

“My son had never had social media scandals before until you. He does not need to inherit your chaos, sweetheart. It’s the last thing he needed in his life right now.” My breath stilled, like she had pressed a palm over my lungs. “And,” she added, with a small, pitying tilt of her head, “there is the matter of… the stepsibling situation.” Heat flushed my face. “It’s really ridiculous. The first time I met you at his place, I knew something non-platonic was between you two, but I didn’t know you are the stepsister. My ex husband’s stepdaughter.” I didn’t miss the venom in her voice. She must really detest me. Hopefully, she wouldn’t damage me further with her words.

A man who ruled by fear, and fire, and ruin. Xavier. My fucking stepbrother. I had underestimated him once, but I wouldn’t do it again, and Lyra, her name alone was enough to make my jaw clench. I'd heard the rumors before she left. That she was pregnant and couldn't keep up with the shame, so she decided to run away.

"I mean, you didn't have to do that. But I appreciate it." Adrian glanced at me, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It's just... I've been a jerk to your best friend who happens to be my stepsister, to others. Maybe this is my way of trying to change that, you know?" I was touched. After a few minutes I got home I alighted. "Thanks for the evening Adrian." Then I went into the house. So I proceeded to get to the room. The exhaustion from the night's unexpected turn left me too tired to do anything as I crashed onto my bed, letting the soft hum of Spiderman's adventures replay in my mind.

“Like walking into a life that doesn’t belong to me anymore.” I turned to her, watching for a reaction. “And I don’t want to go back.” Freya didn’t say anything. She just looked at me with that quiet understanding, as if she could see every scar I wasn’t willing to put into words. I smirked, trying to shake off the heaviness settling between us. “Cassandra was there. The ex I dumped. And now she’s my stepmother.” Freya arched a brow but remained neutral. “And?”

It was a struggle to tear his gaze from the girl, but he finally managed to look at his father. "Meet your stepsister, Olivia June." In that instant, time seemed to freeze. Stepsister? Reuben questioned himself, disbelief washing over him. The girl I bullied at school, my long-time crush, is my stepsister? Holy hell.

I said softly. No one corrected me. I exhaled slowly, stepping back slightly. “So let me get this straight,” I continued, my voice calm but sharper now. “I come here to share my results, and you’ve decided to replace me in my marriage like it’s some kind of… exchange?” My stepsister tilted her chin. “You don’t even want it,” she said. I looked at her. And for the first time since I walked in— I didn’t feel confused. I felt insulted.

I quickly walked over and stood on his left side. And on the other side of me were my stepsister and stepmother. "I don't want to stand near her. She's a fucking embarrassment." My stepsister murmured to her mother as she shot me a filthy look. "If you pretend she doesn't exist it will make getting through tonight a lot easier."

She looks a little nervous, which is unlike her. "I had a bit of a – a crush on Marcus," she says sheepishly. "I made a little bit of a fool of myself, to be honest. Tried too hard, interrupted his date with my ex-stepsister, that kind of thing. But I'm over it, I promise. I really do want to get to know you, not steal your boyfriend." I'm still trying to stop myself from looking irritated at being called an "ex-stepsister" – after I was murdered, for god's sake! – when she finishes speaking, so I don't respond right away. When I do, I know I'm coming across a little awkwardly.