Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

But one thing stood out clearly: after his parents' tragic death, Julian awoke one morning to find Theo by his side. Mr. Nathan Salvatore, Julian’s father, had personally assigned Theo to him as an assistant and manager. And Theo had never failed in that role. He is loyal and efficient and he matched Julian’s cold exterior with his own silent discipline. Together, they were more like brothers than employer and staff. But lately, he couldn't help but question his loyalty and trustworthiness. He's been doing things secretly lately and he could only hope it's his personal affair. Julian was pulled out of his thoughts by the sudden buzz of his phone. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

“I think I’ll just… go outside.” “No you won’t,” Mom said firmly. Jane sat back down immediately. Mom turned her attention back to me. “Elena, you were laughing with him.” I blinked again. “You were listening?” “I was awake,” she replied. I rubbed my forehead. “Mum, you were the one who invited him into the house.” “That doesn’t mean you should be entertaining him at night.” “Entertaining him?” “Yes.” I stared at her, disbelief spreading across my face. “He stepped on broken glass.”

The teacher asked with a curious expression. “Well, my mommy is the most beautiful person in the world. She makes sure she takes care of me and my dad. My daddy is a very hardworking person and makes me laugh all the time… I love my mommy and daddy very much.” Stephanie followed her teacher’s question, melting her heart. “Wow, thank you, Stephanie. That was beautiful. I’m sure your mommy and daddy must be proud of you.” Ms. Williams said with a delightful voice. After going through a whole bunch of students, Eleanor’s heart raced as it was her turn to speak about herself and her family. It frightened her since she did not have a dad whom she could talk about.

“I will take care of you and the baby. I will be the father I ought to be.” Olivia looked at me with blatant provocation, as if saying: You lost. My heart ached. What did he mean by "finally"? Was not my own daughter his child as well? He was forsaking his own flesh and blood to care for the child of his stepmother? A child conceived from such a twisted union? “Mommy… why is Daddy taking care of someone else? Shouldn’t he be taking care of us?” My daughter looked up at me, confused and hurt. Though her voice was soft, it carried across the hall, reaching the ears of several onlookers.

I hate it how my mother’s name rolled so sexily out of his tongue, that tongue was dipped into my pussy just now. “So Danny, I would like you to escort my beloved, new daughter, who came here to kill me, to the dungeon and hold her there until my further orders.” I gasped. I was speechless at the audacity of this man. Firstly, he fucked me and then he dumped me, then he claimed to be my stepfather but not my mate, and now this motherfucker was putting me into jail! That was absurd. “Yes, Alpha.” Danny, the omega, grabbed my arm and he started dragging me out.

And how much further would they push my body and mind in their twisted game now that I was truly trapped? The weekend at the family estate was inevitable. Cain drove me there collared, plugged, and dripping—his cum from the morning still leaking into the expensive leather seat. My mother and stepfather greeted us at the door like this was a normal family reunion. Their eyes lingered on my short dress and the visible bulge of the plug in my ass. “Welcome home, pet,” Mom said softly, kissing my cheek while her hand brushed over my breast. “We’re so proud of how well you’ve taken to your training.”

What kind of mother does that? Julian crossed the hallway. He did not pull her to her feet. He sat down on the marble floor right beside her, folding his long, muscular legs. He did not touch her, respecting the boundary her terrified mind had set, but he stayed close enough that she could feel the radiating, solid heat of his presence. You are not a monster, Julian said, his voice a low, steady anchor in her chaotic storm. You are the victim of a monster. Your father stole those memories from you because he knew that your love for those children was the only thing powerful enough to defeat him.

"Selena, listen to me. Everything Alexander does has a purpose. He just wants to make sure you are safe in that new city. You have to understand his position." "I don't understand, Mom. Why do you trust this man so much? You seem so blindly in love with Alexander that you can't see how absurd his treatment of me is," I pressed, demanding the answer that had always hung over my mind. "I truly don't get how you can hand over complete control of our lives to a man who has only been with you for a few years." "Watch your tone, Selena. He is your stepfather, my husband," Mom reprimanded, her voice rising an octave.

"Oh, by the way, you probably don't know this, do you? Every night, during those 'intimate' moments you share with Connor, he sends me some of the more… interesting clips for my 'viewing pleasure.'" "If those stuffy old elders in the pack saw this stuff, don't you think they'd say your mother failed to raise her daughter right, and despise her even more?" "One is her own flesh and blood, the other her stepson, heir to a powerful Alpha. And the two of them, sneaking around behind everyone's backs, fooling around every night in the Alpha's residence…" "You dare!" I couldn't hold back the fury burning in my chest anymore. I whipped my hand up and, with all my strength, slapped her hard across h

Attached to it was a tiny, laminated piece of paper with a single typed sentence: “The security gate on the east wall has a blind spot at 2:00 AM. The key unlocks the utility shed. Inside is a snowmobile. If you want your father’s next dose of neuro-regulators to be delivered to his medical team, you will be on it.” I clutched the silver key in my fist, the sharp edges digging into my skin until it bled. The trap was perfect. It was a closed loop. If I stayed with Marcus, my father would remain a hollow, painting shell for the rest of his miserable life, believing his daughter was just a nameless model. If I ran, I was walking straight back into the jaws of the monster who had dismantled my