Step Mom Sub Indo Novels & Stories

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

I muttered, my breath hitching in my throat as I clutched the heavy black wool overcoat around my shoulders. My eyes landed on the nightstand console. The red pulsing light was reflecting off the secondary silver key Julian had given me—the heavy, electronic one meant to unlock the biometric interface of the terminal. He had said it was for the weekly wire transfers to fund my father's treatments, but Julian's arrogance always left a crack in his armor. He believed I was too broken, too submissive to ever use his tools against him. I grabbed the electronic key, my hands shaking so violently I nearly dropped it onto the floorboards. I marched over to the sleek, black terminal built into the w