Owned By My Stepdad Novels & Stories

“Apparently our father and your mom are getting a divorce.” Grayson shrugged. “He wasn’t good enough for her anyway.” “If you say so.” Roman scoffed. “But then again because your mother is a ruthless, selfish, conniving little—“ he paused, then chuckled. “She’s getting nothing. Not the estate. Not a dime of Dad’s money. Not one stake in the company.” Roman leaned back now. “I’m guessing you heard Dad never even had a will. At least not the one we had to compete in an heir race. Your mother forged that too.”

’ Stacy poured a drink in a small glass cup and shouted ‘one more to go, Z! I didn’t watch the rest. I swiped the app away and sighed deeply. I was going to stay in today and watch over my mum while pretending that nothing else was wrong in my world. So after brushing my teeth, washing my face, I left my room to get some water, but came across the giant of the house—My stepdad. “Good morning, Dad.” I summoned a polite smile. “Teyana,” he said, his voice even. “See me in my study in the next thirty minutes.”

She was late for work and had little time to get ready, so her vibrant red hair was a mess, and I almost chuckled in amusement as she tried to tie it into a knot while running down the street. “Safe journey, mum,” I waved back until she was out of my sight. Then I went back into the three-bedroom apartment where we live. My stepdad bought it 2 months before he died 7 years ago. He’d saved up to buy this dream home for all of us, but sadly, he never got to live in it. Mom has never opened her heart to any other man, so she never remarried. I do hope she does so one day.

he moaned against my lips. That sound. That broken, beautiful sound. It shattered me. But just then, a sharp sound from downstairs ruined everything. Fuck! What was I even doing?! A vase shattered downstairs, followed by the voice of my father yelling at my mother. "You always take his side!" Lucas roared. The reality of who we were crashed down on me and it broke me as I saw him like the trash he was. Stepbrothers. I pulled myself away from him immediately, gasping for air.

The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal. “Your stepdad’s in Chicago, right?” she’d asked, eyebrows lifting. “Yeah. Corporate takeover or whatever rich-people villain shit he does.” “And your mom?” “Charity gala all weekend.” She stared at me for a long second. Then she grinned. “So the house is empty.” That was it.

“He gets the videos before he even sits down. Act like it.” He left. I stayed on the couch, plug seated, cunt throbbing and overflowing, the taste of him still on my tongue. My phone buzzed twice. Morning pic by eight. Night pic by ten. Don’t wash it out. See you at noon. Then a second text from my stepdad’s number, forwarded. Home around ten tomorrow. Don’t worry about lunch. Just need the office for an hour. I clenched around the plug and felt the mess shift. Tomorrow my stepdad would be in the house while I walked around full of his best friend’s cum, smiling like nothing was wrong. Four days left. And Reed already owned every hour of them.

I told her about my encounter with Zane and how the universe has decided to punish me by making us step-siblings. "I think this is the worst it can get." I sniffed dramatically. "Though mom said he's barely home, so I think I can manage." "Then why leave now?" "I have to stay around before the wedding this weekend, and I can confirm if she's right or not. I haven't given her a response yet." Nova nodded and patted my shoulder gently. "It's already bad enough, I don't think there's anything worse than having that asshole for a stepbrother."

“I’m so sorry, baby. Go upstairs, freshen up. There are beautiful dresses in the guest room closet. Pick something nice and come down when you’re ready. I’ll introduce you to your new stepfather later, he’s been asking about you.” Stepfather….the word felt distant, irrelevant compared to the storm inside me. I nodded and climbed the wide marble staircase, each step heavier than the last. My body ached with exhaustion, but deeper was the hollow shame between my thighs, the reminder of all the nights I’d lain there, unsatisfied, wondering what was wrong with me. I pushed open the first door on the right, desperate for a bathroom to splash water on my face and hide for a moment. Steam hit me fi

Or was he able to live freely because he worked here? “Because it’s mine, Madelyn.” He paused. “Well, not yet, but in a few months.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?” “My dad owned the place. He left it to me before he died. I can’t legally live here full time so I go to Richard’s from time to time.” I blinked. I was not expecting that. He’d told me that Pete owned the shop. So if his father owned this house, then… “Yes, my dad owned the shop too.” He answered as if he could see the confusion on my face. “Half of it, at least so technically Pete and I will be co-owners when I turn eighteen.”

Faye is already flirting with the guys who bought us drinks, swiveling her seat back and forth. I turn her stool around so she faces me, my eyes finally disconnecting from Derek’s. “My dad is here,” I growl. “Your dad? Owen? Isn’t he in jail?” she asks dumbly. Christ. “My step-dad,” I clarify, cocking my head upwards, my eyebrows arched. Her eyes travel up and I don’t need to ask if she saw him, because the minute she does, she exhales loudly like he’d just shoved two fingers into her. I swear she moans a little when she sees him.