Step Sister Needs Money Novels & Stories

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

“…It’s okay! It’ll work out somehow! I don’t know much about company business, but my dads aren’t ordinary people, you know?” Literally… he tried. “So everything will be fine!” I looked at Harper with an expressionless face and thought: ‘No. Things won’t be fine for you…’ …But, I shouldn’t be a wet blanket here. Humanly speaking. But I know. Harper’s future is truly pitch black. This was completely separate from whether Harper was an omega or received William’s obsession or any such issues. According to the character’s background setting, it was a confirmed future. First, Harper’s fathers’ company goes bankrupt for some reason.

“You’re doing this because you forgot who the hell you are.” Zara looked away, blinking rapidly. “So, what’s Step Two, then?” she asked, her voice softer, laced with a new kind of anticipation. It wasn’t just about making them pay anymore. It was about finding her own light again. Leo smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes, illuminating them with a quiet triumph.

Pride filled his voice. “A genuinely good man.” Then the smile faded. “But business was never natural for him.” He leaned back slightly. “He needed guidance. He needed someone constantly pushing him forward because left alone, he would’ve taken the easier path every single time.” Emma listened quietly. “And Stephanie…” A weary sigh escaped him. “Stephanie grew up surrounded by wealth.” His eyes softened. “She’s brilliant.” A faint smile. “But for a long time she genuinely believed money could solve everything.” Emma couldn’t help smiling.

“Thanks for the optimism.” He ignores the jab, pacing again. “Okay. Let’s think. We can talk to her—” “No.” “What do you mean, no?” “She’ll see it as begging. That’ll feed her ego. It’ll make her worse.” Stephen narrows his eyes. “So what’s the plan?” I hesitate, then say it. “Money. That’s what she wants, always has. We buy her silence.” Stephen stops pacing. “You’re serious?” “Completely.”

The word hit me like a knife. “Shut the hell up!” I tore the forms in half, the pieces scattering across the floor. His expression softened unexpectedly. His voice lowered almost tenderly. “Not nonsense. I want to marry you. I want children only with you.” I pressed my lips together. I was shaken by how his voice trembled with longing. "I am your step sister. How can you say about it." I corrected him. "Did I consider you as a step sister when I had sex with you? Have you considered me step brother when you moaned my name when I was inside you?"

“The wedding is tomorrow. I have already had a dress prepared.” “Tomorrow?” The word came out as barely more than a breath. My chest tightened. My knees almost gave out. “But why, Papa? Please…” my voice cracked. “I’ve been obedient all these years. Sending me there is as good as death.” “Stop being irritating, Naomi,” my stepmother snapped, her voice sharp like glass. “We’re in huge debt, and he asked for a wife in return.” She folded her arms, looking down on me like I was something she scraped off her shoe.

“Did you catch Emma? Hope you put that lowlife in her place?” “I’ll call you later when I get home,” Allison said flatly, already reaching for the 'end call' button. But Stephanie quickly jumped in, laughing awkwardly. “Wait, wait—since I gave you that scoop about Emma, I was wondering… do you think you could help me out with a little something?” Allison's jaw clenched. Stephanie shamelessly went on without hesitation. “I need some quick cash. There’s this new Chanel bag I’ve been dying to get for a party this weekend. My boyfriend’s being stingy, so I thought—”

Stephanie scoffed softly and replied, “No, daddy. I was just asking for more money. I have to look my best. Greenwillow ambassadors would be there. I was thinking of making them notice me and, you know, connections for our business.” “Ah, that’s excellent! You really are my daughter. You make me proud, Stephanie, okay, I’ll send you more money. Look your best tomorrow. For the Greenwillow ambassadors, high socialites, and Alexander too, so no one would have anything bad to say to us anymore.” Her father then ended the call as if Stephanie was just some business partner or pawn. An asset.

I ask the girl who’s now standing. "I don’t understand. Why’d Janet do that?" "Because she stole you from me!" She dares to repeat her nonsense, and I roll my eyes. "Please, shut the fuck up. He was never yours, to begin with. You should be glad you had the chance to get a one-night stand with him before I claimed him. If anything, I should be mad you ever got that chance." "At least I have some dignity, and I’m not the shameless one sleeping with my stepbrother!" She scowls, and I drag in several breaths through my nose, cautioning myself to stay calm and not smack her across her face.