Owned By My Stepfather Novel Read Online Free Novels & Stories

I went through all the usual, normal emotions when she first contacted me. Anger. Betrayal. Sadness. But likewise curious. I was curious to know more about the woman who gave birth to me. I have not even met her yet. We have only talked over the phone a handful of times. My stepfather took my mom to Spain for their honeymoon, and they won't be back home for a month. It was also during those phone calls that my mom told me my stepfather is a wealthy man, a billionaire. Alex Blackmore owns the best private school in the country, known as Blackmore Academy.

I will be more than happy to share the full story with you directly. This isn’t goodbye. It’s a new chapter. And I’ll be writing more, just elsewhere. Thank you for believing in my words. Stay inspired and stay strong. With all my heart, Chommychoko. --- A Note: All works, including my novel, remain my original intellectual property. Any use, publication, or redistribution of my stories without my consent is not allowed. Please respect my work and efforts as a writer. ---

At this point, it's not really necessary as I am already wet but I just want it to be super slimy. A faint gasp escaped my throat as I slowly move the toy in and out of me. I like the size, I like how hard it is, I like it makes me try to squish it in me. But I wasn't concentrating. I am 18, I just finished high school and my stepdad is making me stay home longer than I expect while he claims that he is preparing an admission into my dream school which I didn't, unfortunately, reach the required grades. Now here I am! super horny, hate my stepfather, my mother died during an argument with him and before his son could help, mom got down the moving car, got rolled over, and died.

"Juliet, don't blame yourself too much. This isn't your mistake or your father's. There's nothing wrong with helping others, but my stepfather used it for his own gain. He will pay for it fairly." I approached Juliet, gave her a warm hug, and a quick kiss on the forehead and lips. We left the room quietly, closing the door behind us. Our indoor slippers made minimal noise as we walked towards the hallway, heading straight to the car without looking back. We were leaving London that day. The thoughts remained unresolved: “Juliet is the rightful owner of NOVARTIS COMPANY LTD, but how would she get her inheritance from my stepfather?"

Frederick sighed and stepped forward, reaching down to help me up. "Jonathan, I understand you're upset. But we're family. If you just tell us the truth, we can figure out how to help you." "Tell you the truth about what?" I shoved his hand away. "About how you married my mother while chasing after Yvette behind her back? Or about how I almost got killed taking the fall for you?" "Enough!" My mother kicked me hard in the shoulder. "You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting."

The last thing I ever expected was for him to sell me off so easily like some damn property he’d been waiting to get rid of. My hands trembled as I flipped through the pages of the document, my heart racing. My breath caught in my throat when I saw my father’s signature—and right next to it, my stepmother’s. I knew my father didn’t care about me, but I never thought he’d sell me off like a piece of property without even telling me.

*** Amelia *** When I arrived at the small house I shared with my stepfather, I immediately noticed that there was an unfamiliar carriage outside. The gold braces around the horses told me that they belonged to someone wealthy; I had no idea that my stepfather was expecting guests today, and clearly, neither did he- My stepfather would have never let me out of the room if he knew he was going to have guests.

My father didn’t answer. He kept reading. Page after page. The silence stretched longer. And I didn’t look away. I just watched. Watched his expression sink slowly with each page. Confusion became recognition. Recognition became anger. And then— Something colder. Something final. When he reached the last page, he stopped. He didn’t move for a second. Then he closed the file slowly. Very slowly. My stepmother forced a laugh. “What is this nonsense?” she said quickly. “Whatever she gave you, it’s clearly—”

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”