Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

At that moment, Stephanie had just finished a call with Matteo and walked over. "How did it go?" Jamiya stood up expectantly. Since it wasn’t convenient to take the call at home, Stephanie had stayed overnight at her mother's house. "Uncle has taken care of everything," Stephanie said, her lips curving into a sinister smile. Britney, you care about your family the most, don’t you? You dared to send my father to prison, ruined my brother’s life, and took everything from us. Now, let’s see how you handle your own mother being found in bed with another man.

Stephen Everything is a mess, the mess my father created, his hunger for power not only killed mom but also my sister. She trusted everything dad said, I was beyond disgusted when I found her dairy, she not only played with Colton's emotions, but she also hurt Darcy and her own mate. She was secretly meeting her mate behind Colton's back, she couldn't fight the mate bond, but she wanted Colton to reject Darcy for her. I never realized that my father was poisoning her mind so much, but what surprised me more was that she couldn't see the truth, she couldn't see that Uncle Davis and Aunt Lisa would never hurt someone.

Clinton's POV I turn my gaze to my father and find him exactly as he has been since I walked in…still, composed, unreadable in a way that feels intentional rather than natural. My stepmother shifts in her seat, crossing her legs with slow confidence. “You seem to already have a suspect, so why not let us in on it?” Her voice cuts clean through the room, and I keep my expression steady even though I can feel every eye tighten on me a little more. She is not asking out of curiosity. It is a trap dressed as a question, a careful push to make me speak too much, to say something that can be turned against me later. I have seen this before. I know exactly how it ends if I take the bait.

He took care of my parents without hesitation, those vile people who treated me like a pawn in their debt-ridden games. Her parents—evil was the word that echoed in her mind whenever she thought of them. They'd manipulated her for years, using emotional blackmail and financial desperation to control her life. When Colden entered the picture, he'd swiftly paid off their debts, not out of charity, but to eliminate the threat they posed to her stability. He'd even secured a restraining order, ensuring they couldn't harass her further.

Fiona said with such conviction that I couldn't help chuckling. "Is it a ruse? Isn't it true that you, of all people, would know everything there is to know about traps?" I burst out laughing. Fiona locked her gaze on me. There was a sensitive nerve there that I had touched. When the mother-son duo fidgeted uncomfortably, I said, "You can join him when I throw him out." I smiled with delight. "You.....you won't....your father's will expressly states that if you kick us out, you will lose everything." She stated her case.

My step-dad The slap I received was giving me so much that I lost my mind. Is that what you call a mother? Mom: stop pretending to be a saint, do you understand? You disappoint me Ashley Me: do you think I'm capable of doing this kind of thing? Mom: Ashley do you see the video? Look at you begging him Me: Didn't you tell yourself it's the effect of a product? What am I going to do with louis? Is that my type?

I walked towards my bed and sat on the edge of it, I never in my entire life thought that someone could stoop so low to trap me. Unbelievable! Even if this goes out, I can do a DNA test and prove that I am not her father but what I actually need is to find her real parents and find the person who’s behind this. Is this all a plan? Sending April to my mansion through Davina and trap me? If yes then Why and who?

The second the car stopped, the driver got out, opening my father’s door first. My father stepped out without a word, his expression unreadable. I didn’t move. Not until he turned back, glancing at me through the open door. "Inside. Now." And just like that, I was six years old again. Obedient. Quiet. Controlled. The moment I stepped into the house, I knew I was walking straight into a trap. My mother was waiting. She stood in the center of the sitting room, arms crossed, posture rigid, like a queen about to sentence someone to death.

That couldn’t be right. I blinked hard. Maybe it was the meds. Maybe I was hearing things. She wasn’t done. “At least pretend to be happy to see me. I mean, it took a lot of effort for me to come all the way here.” She added as she dropped the basket of fruits on the table. Stepmom. Was she serious? Miss Erica. My father’s former secretary. The woman who accused him of rape. The woman who destroyed everything we had. The woman who ruined my parents' marriage and caused my dad’s death.

We were just two kids forced into a twisted little family. My stepfather, Lucas, was nothing but a monster. A manipulative, sadistic asshole. He ran a pathetic doughnut shop on the east end of town and pretended like he was Father of the Year. Sometimes I wonder why Mum didn't see through all his facade before it was too late. He was a deceiver. And Mum was way too trusting and soft-hearted. That's how she fell for a man like him. While Mum would be away, working double shifts to settle bills and keep the family alive, Luca would take short breaks from his rundown shop, just to come and molest me when I was alone in the house.