Step Mother Novels & Stories

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

his secretary’s squeaky voice stammered through the intercom. “What?” he growled. “Uh…your mother called.” “STEP-mother,” he corrected her, rubbing at his temple again. His stepmother, a thirty-year-old actress wannabe was a gold-digging whore who only married his father for the sake of money. And she was close to making her dream come true. His father went senile a year after they got married and she’d somehow manipulated his old man to change his will. If he didn’t act sooner, his family legacy and Winters Architecture, the country’s biggest and most influential architectural firm would fall into the hands of an airhead.

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.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

he replied and Brenna gasped a little. "I was ordered by Stephanie to do such a thing, Stephanie is Davis Stepmom and also the second leader of a bad organization. She's married to another man who's not Davis' father but an evil Mafia, the man is dead and passed all his business to Stephanie" he said and Brenna couldn't believe her ears. So Davis' stepmom is a two faced bìtch??

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

She had the most beautiful and largest smile on her face, I could hear the little giggles that escaped her lips right now. I looked up from my phone when my step mother walked in. She wore a traditional black dress with a white fur jacket. I could feel her eyes burning into my skull. I knew she didn't exactly like me at this point. I honestly don't understand what I did wrong. I didn't know if it's because she doesn't trust me or because I’m dating Jane. I think I have proved myself worthy of her. "You don't deserve her." She said, I looked up from my phone in confusion.

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.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

“Delete it and block the number. I’ll handle this.” “Handle it how?” I snapped, voice cracking like the anxious teenager I apparently still was. “We can’t just ignore this. What if they send it to your dad? Or post it somewhere? My mom would lose her mind. ‘Oh honey, you’re screwing your stepbrother?’”