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Stephanie didn't say a word, fearing that even the tiniest interruption would break the fragile thread he seemed to be holding onto as he told his story. "She was going through a tough time when we met," Noah said. "Her family life was.at the least, complicated. Her mom had remarried, and her stepfather brought along his own baggage in the form of a daughter who seemed to revel in making Rachel's life miserable. And then there was her little brother, Leo.

“Daddy… people keep glancing over here.” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of the tiny lace panties I’d thrown on just to mess with him later. “Let ’em look, baby girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine over his glass. “Let them stare at my pregnant stepdaughter all dolled up with a collar on. Let them wonder why she’s sitting so close to a guy old enough to be her dad.” The words hit me exactly like they always did straight between my legs. My nipples went tight under the dress. The bump made the whole thing feel even more twisted in the best possible way.

“They’re separating. He didn’t lie about that; they are splitting the custody of the kids.” I watch her face carefully. “How does that make you feel?” She snorts. “Like I’m the villain in someone else’s story.” “You’re not,” I say firmly. Steph’s expression softens. “I know. It’s just… complicated, especially with Jasmin,” she says, exhaling. Her relationship with Jasmin was never a good one; apparently, it’s even worse as she is the woman who got between her parents. “Do you want to be with him?” I ask gently.

I said. “Doesn't it the same baby who helps you to cage Rose with you?” Stephen asked seems interesting in my life drama. “Yes…” I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes. “So tell her his father is asking for him. Give that baby to his father and solve this person's mystery” Steph suggested. “And you think I didn't think about that” I snapped. “Sorry…” He kept himself quiet. “I don't know what attachment she has with that baby, She was ready for the third section for him after knowing what happened in the third section,” I said, breaking the silence.

Bradley clenched his teeth and warned sternly, "How dare you say that?" "I dare! I absolutely dare!" Felix's face twisted into a pitiful expression as if he could burst into tears any moment. "Once you marry her, you'll have your own kids. And if my stepmother bullies me, you'll probably say it's my fault!" Chuckling with a hint of frustration, Bradley asked,, "What kind of nonsense have you been reading?" "My friend told me his Daddy did the same thing! And the storybooks say that when you get a stepmom, you'll get a stepdad too!"

My own family, well they chased me out. I come from a very rich and popular family, but I am the stepdaughter. My father, Damien Hilary, married a witch since my mother died and all we've ever done is fight. Rosa always hated me, she would try to maltreat me and I would always retaliate. My father never believes me, just like all those stepmother stories I've read before. I never thought it would happen to me in real life. Since I always fight my stepmother and step-sister, Emma, they told me to get out when I turned eighteen two years ago. On my birthday actually. They told me it was high time I got out and looked for a job. I had to use my savings to find this apartment.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

The pain in my wrist was already subsiding, fading into a dull ache, but I couldn’t shake the unease that lingered. “That?” the girl said, nodding toward my wrist. I followed her gaze and saw it. The mark was back. The faint red glow was unmistakable, like embers against my skin. I quickly tugged my sleeve down, hiding it from view. “It’s nothing,” I said hastily, my voice sharper than I intended. I didn’t want her or anyone to think I was a freak. But the look in her eyes told me she didn’t believe me. The lecturer cleared his throat loudly, snapping everyone’s attention back to him. “Order, please,” he said, his tone stern. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Everyone, please welcome Miss Stepha

Delilah gazed at Stephen, her eyes filled with curiosity. Delilah: "Why don't I know about your stepbrother?" Stephen sighed, reminiscing. Stephen: "He was a few years older than me, and when he left, you were hardly a year old, I guess." Delilah: "But why did he leave? Why did your father treat him as the maid's son then?" Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history.

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."