Owned By My Stepdad Novels & Stories

I asked her out of curiosity, and she smiled. "It belongs to your stepfather," my mom responded, and my eyes widened. I couldn't believe my stepfather could be this rich. No wonder she accepted to marry him. "Come on, Stephanie, your dad and I will drop you home before we leave for our honeymoon," she added, blushing slightly.

I look down. I’ve never actually met my father. My mom won’t tell me his name. I checked my birth certificate and Theodore Sol is listed. That is my stepdad. He was added after he adopted me. Everyone gets quiet and we continue to play. I sure know how to stop a party.

I was so bored in my room that I had to go out and look for a snack in the fridge. I'm alone in the house with Uncle Albert, my step dad. I'm only 12 years old when my biological father died, then after seven years, my Mom got a boyfriend, which is Uncle Albert. My stepdad also has a son, Levy. He's the same age as me but we don't get along that much. After drinking two glasses of water after eating, I went back up to my room. Maybe I'll just go to sleep.

“What are you doing to yourself? You were perfectly fine two days ago.” “Why?” I spun, glaring at him. “Because you suddenly care? Because you finally remembered I exist?” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t start, Naida. You had Luca watching you and he's done a terrible job at that.” “Don’t start?” My laugh was bitter. “And leave Luca out of it. I spent days drowning in those stupid ethics classes, while my crazy stepfather was released from prison.”

But here I was, just now getting dressed. I dashed out of the bathroom, still dripping, and flung open my wooden wardrobe. Its doors were barely hanging on, termites long since making a meal of it. I grabbed the only dress that could possibly pass for the day. It had a small hole in the back. Whatever. No one would care. No one ever did. Just as I was pulling it over my head, the door to my room slammed open. “Orphan!” His voice struck like a whip. Alpha King Lucien Thorn, my stepfather.

I continued, “My stepdad sold all our properties and disappeared. We have no idea where he is now.” He nodded thoughtfully. I showed him around the apartment, and while he didn’t seem too surprised, he said, “I’ll buy a new house for your mother.” I immediately shook my head. “There’s no need for that. You can just rent another apartment and furnish it for her. No need to spend so much money.” He regarded me silently for a moment before nodding. “If you say so.” A wave of relief washed over me—I had been anxious while speaking earlier.

“My stepdad does own this school, after all.” Silence. Mia’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard. I raised a brow. “What’s it gonna be?”

✓ RIYA “Pack up.” My stepmother announced, carelessly dropping her tea mug on a wooden coffee table. The content spilled, causing a dark pigment on the table. “Your new owner is coming to pick you up.” "A new owner? What do you mean? I don't understand.” I staggered back a bit almost colliding with the brown accent chair Dad used to sit on during his sick days, sweat beads beginning to form on my forehead. Why was going on now?! Don't tell me they want to let me off now?!

I pleaded, feeling bile in my throat at the fact that I even had to stoop this low. My father sighed again, suddenly looking old. “I already told you before that I didn't build it. The company is rightfully your stepmother's, so your stepsiblings are fit to do as they like with it. You know that if it were some other families, after what happened between their mother and me, there’s no way I would have been allowed to remain in the company, not to mention running it for the length of time that I did." "Oh, she's so ..."

That says it all. Diana—our stepmother in name only. No wedding ring, just a messy history and a five-year-old boy named Ryan, the only good thing to come from her. “Hi, Sissy!” Ryan barrels in, wrapping his little arms around me. “Hey, champ.” I lift him up, breathing in his shampoo-sweet scent. “You’re back,” Dad says, stepping into the kitchen, tie loose, hair mussed. “I’m moving out tomorrow.” He freezes. “What? Where?”