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At first, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards him, as if he were trying to replace my father. But as time passed, I began to see that my stepfather was a good man. He treated my mother with love and respect, and he was always there for me, even when I had my darkest nightmares. He never once tried to replace my father, but instead, he became a new source of support and love in my life.

“Yeah, we've been wanting to Introduce you guys but we've searched everywhere for you, this is Shawn Tates, your stepfather's son and holder of Tates group of companies. We could all catch up later but right now, my husband and I could use some quiet” My dad had a questioning look in his face, something told me he knew what I had done but he only smiled and followed Katherine as she pulled him “Well, hello step sister….” I smiled but she simply just walked away.

My mood gut ruined the moment she added my step father to the equation. Cas and I were born by the same father but he died the day Cas was born after his death, Aaron (my step father) took it upon himself to take good care of our family but he never liked me, even when I tried to do so many things to please him but he has never been convinced by all my doings instead he would look for a way to talk down on me and make me feel less of myself.

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

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.

I walk toward him and say, “It can happen. I’m an adult, not a child. You’re separated, too, and let’s face reality, you and Mom are probably never getting together.” “But I’m your stepfather,” he protests. I stop walking toward him. It’s not his statement that does it. It’s that I can see his erection. His pajama bottoms have a very obvious and very large tent. I finally come back to my senses and say, “No. You were never any kind of father unless you count teaching me to drive. You were my mom’s husband, not my stepfather. You know it and I know it,” I say. “Still,” he says but by then I’m right in front of him.

she asked. I ran my hand through my hair as more thoughts crossed through my mind. “Maya, you are not part of your grandfather's will; your father says you are a bastard and your mom was a whore he spent just 1 night with." That was my father’s lawyer, a message from prison. Dad now calls himself my stepdad. All my life, it's been one sad tale or another; someone is always walking out the door, and no one looks back to know how I feel.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this? Mom: I just want to warn you and .. Me: do what you want mum, his equipment put it where you want I don't care I'm getting out of there again, he's pumping my air out. I have to go and cool off a bit Louis A few hours later, my wife decided to store my materials in her late husband's studio. Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.