Step Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

“At least, I didn’t dig deeper into your existence. I might even know more about your identity than you do about yourself.” I furrowed my brow. “I don’t have time to get to know myself because there’s nothing special about me. And that man in the picture you saw, he's not my father. He’s Nadine’s father, Uncle Noel.” “So, he’s your stepfather?” I shrugged. “Yeah, kind of. But he never really became a father figure to me. He just got my mom pregnant and then ran away from his responsibilities. He’s just lazy, always giving orders and drinking. He didn’t contribute anything to our lives.”

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?

“You beast. You’re not fit to be a father, let alone a husband.” My fists shook inches from his face. Every instinct screamed to hit him. To break him. To end this nightmare with my hands. “I’m holding back,” I growled, voice shaking with restraint. “Because no matter how much I hate you, you’re still my father.” His laughter grew louder. “Father?” he scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not your father.” The words sliced deep. “I’m your stepfather,” he corrected coldly. “And you should be thanking me. I kept you alive. I gave you a name. I gave you my empire instead of letting you die with your wretched mother—or tossing you into the streets after she finally broke.”

“It left me feeling really upset, and I just needed some space away from home.” “Oh,” she says, her voice laced with understanding. She nods slowly, processing what I’ve shared. “The CEO of the company, right?” I’m not surprised that she knows. But somehow, her recognition doesn’t feel judgmental. It feels... safe. She doesn’t seem like someone who’s looking for gossip. “Yes, he’s my stepfather,” I confirm, my voice low. “I just need some time away from the house until I can calm down and figure things out without making everything worse.”

The night her father was exposed. She felt the floor tilt slightly under her. “No,” she whispered. She scrolled. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL PRESENT: — Daniel Vale — Marissa Kline — Victor Hale Her heart stopped. Victor. She blinked. Scrolled again. Still there. Victor Hale. Her stepfather. Her mother didn’t meet Victor until weeks after the affair exploded. That’s what she’d always believed. “That’s wrong,” she said immediately. Origin didn’t argue. “It says he authorized a security override,” she continued, voice thinning. “Why would he have access?”

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.

She moved toward the stairs gracefully, leaving both Christian and Rose momentarily speechless. As soon as she was gone, I let out a slow breath and turned toward my father. “Maybe if you treated her well, she wouldn’t need to be making appointments with a doctor at all.” Christian’s eyes narrowed. “Hunter, you shouldn’t concern yourself with the affairs of my wife. That’s not your business.” I leaned back in my chair, matching his glare. “It is my business. She’s my stepmother, after all, and I care if she’s being walked over or treated poorly. Wouldn't want you to treat her like you did my mother."

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

"Tris, I wish for us to always be together. Happy. And to love each other like Mom and good daddy." She sipped her champagne, her gaze still on the colony of stars, and Tristan felt his heart swell until it felt too big for his chest. Rose, when clarifying between her stepfather and biological father, would refer to her stepfather as good daddy and her biological father as bad daddy because of what he did to her mother.