Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

Jessica almost staggered back but quickly held the wall for support. She had been expecting to find clues about her mother's mysterious death—but this... this was a far bigger revelation than she could’ve imagined. A trafficking organization? How long had this been going on? Just how many women had fallen victim to her father's schemes? Her mind was still in total disarray when their conversation pulled her out of her chain of thoughts. "It's of no use, Leon. They won't speak a word even if you had them at gunpoint, so let's resort to Plan B," Stephen said as he picked up the remote and turned on the flat-screen TV.

He pulled my hand and my waist down. "You're drunk, come on down." "You know who I'm here from? Do you miss me? Oh no, it's impossible, you must be living happily with your wife, right? Ha-ha-ha, you don't know Chris, your wife was the one who told your father about our affair. They worked together to separate us. You know, I was raped by your father's men. He gave me dirty food. He locked me up in a dirty, dusty warehouse. He made me a servant in front of the woman he was having an affair with. He made me dress half-naked in front of everyone. He, he is a man who cruel as I've ever known. And you, you're happy after you succeeded in trapping me, right? Weren't you? You succeeded, Chris, you

Truly happy. And that realization made something inside me twist painfully. After my father died, she hadn’t been the same. She had shut down in her own way, just like I had. Quiet. Distant. Existing, but not really living. And now… this man had brought her back. The man I once imagined. And now… He was going to be my stepfather. “When is the wedding?” I asked, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Soon,” she replied easily. “Later this month. Not weeks away.”

He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away. Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show’s interview. Her eyes traced him as he exchanged greetings with his powerful guests, and she suddenly felt a pull of moisture between her legs. She was already horny for her late mother's husband or ex-husband because she was now late. Her mission tonight was to get in his bed and have him fuck her recklessly, just like she had always fantasized. She bit her lips as she felt the moisture leak onto her pants, her hand moving up to curb her long, black, fluffy hair to her neck. Just then, their eyes met, and he sm

"That was different. We were family then." "Were we?" she asked, her voice small. "I mean, really?" I didn't know how to answer that right away. "I tried to be a good stepdad. Still care about you, kid." "I'm not a kid anymore, Brad." "I know that," I said quick, maybe too quick. "Doesn't change much though." The thunder rolled again, and I heard her shift in the bed. "Can you come back up here? Just for a little while. The storm's still bad."

“You want the truth? Then listen. Salvatore didn’t steal me. My 'somehow' mother — no need to tell them the complicated story — threw herself on him. She forced him into a marriage contract because she was terrified he’d leave her. And when he finally did, when he chose me, she lashed out. That’s what this is.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. I pressed forward. “She wasn’t my saviour… she was my prison. Every cent I spent as a child under her roof came from me. From my late father’s legacy. She bled me dry and still treated me like trash. Salvatore came for me when no one else did.” The murmurs grew now, flashes going off faster. Some of the reporters exchanged looks.

I immediately tugged on Dad’s clothes, looked up, and said in a voice that was innocent yet firm, “Dad, they always show it on TV. When bad people get exposed, they secretly call their accomplices to run away. You have to watch Mom carefully. Don’t let her tip off that man who smells like perfume!” My voice wasn’t loud, but in the deathly quiet yard, it clearly reached everyone’s ears. Dad’s expression darkened completely. He snatched Mary’s phone and stuffed it into his own pocket, his voice icy to the bone. “Let’s move. We’re going to the station.” The group was “invited” into the police station. Waiting for the results felt endlessly long, every second stretched thin. Mary couldn’t sit st

Because mom kept talking about her meeting with Arnold's family the whole time, how the company was thriving, how proud she was of our perfect family image. I tried to tell her I missed her. But she wouldn’t listen. “Mom, can we do something together this weekend? Just us?” I felt maybe bonding with my mom will help me get over my stepfather. She checked her phone mid-bite. “Sweetie, I have that charity event to attend. But Sebastian can take you shopping or whatever. He’s great with that stuff.” Then she was gone again, kissing my forehead like an afterthought.

So that is why he tried to mate with me the other day? I had been a tool for a very long time, I trusted every word that he said. They had been playing games with me for so long and I had no idea, I can't believe it! Just then, the door swung open and my step parents walked in. My stepmom turned her gaze to me and it rested on my hands. Quickly, she approached me and snatched the phone from me. I clenched my fist angrily and the only thing I felt like doing right now was giving this old lady a good punch.

“I never meant for any of this to—” Before I could stop him, Dad snatched Steph’s upper arm with bruising force. She yelped, twisting, but didn’t fight. “You’re a conniving, sleazy, whore of a rogue, tempting my son like a fucking siren!” he snarled. “What do you want from our family? Money? Secrets? Are you a spy? That is the threat! An infiltrator—” “No!” Steph shrieked, terrified. “I’m a waitress! That’s all! Please, I—”