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I speak and we walk away, mom is also emotional and looks guilty. “He’s the one who should be ashamed for deceiving you, that wretch! I treated him like a son, I can't believe he deceived you! Stephan tricked us all, I wanted to kill him, but no one let me! Know that Dad has already dismissed the unfortunate man from the company and that I have already burned all the photos we had of him, I feel so angry, if she could, Mom would kill the son of a bitch.” Mom says and hugs me again, squeezing me.

Stephan stated, “It will be better if you leave now. I want no more trouble in my house.” I looked at Dad. The expression on his face scared me. He lifted his gaze and sneered, “I underestimated you, Stephan.” “Fools tend to do that,” Stephan replied with a straight face. Internally, I applauded my father-in-law. Stephan: Ten, Tyler: Zero. “It’s good that things are cleared between us,” Dad raised his chin and shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “Because now it will be a war. I hope your pack will be prepared,” he declared and marched out of the foyer.

I never expected to meet this man again, how could it be he's my new stepdad and we'd be seeing each other everyday from living in this mansion. His eyes were gawking on me, his jaw dropped. From me, he glared at my son who was right in front of me. No one needed to say it out, they got the same face. “Do you know each other?” My siblings’ voice came up right after mom. Without thinking twice, I uttered. “He's the father of my son!”

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

"He was just going to find out the girl he's been sleeping with is his stepdaughter!" Audrey gagged. "What the devil are you watching?" I massaged my face and sighed. "Trash TV. My life sucks. Let me wallow." She ignored me like I hadn’t spoken, sitting beside me. "Dad's been calling you." I groaned. "Not this again." “Yes, this again.*” She gave me a pointed look. “You’re being a brat.” I crossed my arms. “I am not a brat.” “You’re totally a brat.”

She suddenly seemed different from the Brielle he knew. The confidence and composed Brielle. She looked nervous. Meanwhile, her stepfather seemed to recognize Caden. He didn’t even seem upset at the fact that Caden had punched him. He smiled as blood trickled from his nose as his face transformed into a psychotic grin. “I don’t actually like to be called her stepdad. I’m her father. And you must be Caden Steele.” Caden nodded, awkwardly. “What an honor to finally meet you. My daughter has told me a lot about you. We’re practically family now. Nothing like a good punch to break the ice, right?” He laughed as he tapped Caden on the shoulder.

Dad laughs as mom starts pouting again. “My love, jealousy does not look good on you.” “You don’t speak to me, you daughter thief.” She glares at him, then grabs her handbag and heads for the door. Dad laughs and follows her our trying to plead his case. “Let’s go, my cute little stepsister,” Zayne says, grinning. I roll my eyes. “Oh no, you don’t get to call me cute either.” “What? Why? I should have eighteen years like dad.” “No, sorry you forfeited all your year with your little disappearing act.”

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

I moaned, my hands fisting the sheets. "That's right, call me Dad while I fuck you," he grunted, bottoming out and holding still, letting me adjust. Then he started thrusting—hard, deliberate strokes that made my breasts bounce. Each plunge sent jolts of pleasure through me, his balls slapping against my ass. Jake watched, stroking his own cock, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck her good, Dad. She's been teasing me all week." Stepdad's pace quickened, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. "You like that, Nora? Like your stepdad's cock pounding your tight little pussy?"