Novel & Cerita Step Son

“That baby is family.” “He is my son,” I say, each word controlled. “And you are not safe.” My mother’s voice trembles. “Cole, she just wants…” “Mom,” I cut in sharply, not looking away from Monica. “Do not.” My father reaches for my shoulder. “Son…” “I said no,” I repeat, and my tone ends the conversation. Steph understands immediately. She turns and heads for the stairs, Aiden tucked close, protective and fast. I don’t watch her go because I can’t afford to split my focus.

the janitor informed Arthur, who was watching the television in the parlor that Saturday morning, while Nichole was sleeping in the bedroom. Arthur was surprised and frowned his face before he stated, “Let him in at once.” “It is okay, Boss,” the janitor said and inched away. Stephen was a businessman of fifty-five years old and a bachelor who had a son, Tim Princewill, outside wedlock some years ago. The son had been with his mother and hardly visited them. Though, sometimes, he provides for his upkeep the problem was bonding with the son and being stable in his dealings with the son's mother, Ann Princewill. She had been waiting to see if he would have a change of heart towards marriage.

"Just some sibling rivalry. Nothing to worry about." Victor’s gaze flicked between Luca and Ethan, then settled on me. His eyes softened for a moment, but there was something else there—something possessive. "Ariana," he said softly, "go inside. It’s getting late." I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave them alone, not when the tension between the three of them was so palpable. But I didn’t have a choice. Victor was my stepfather. His authority was absolute, even when it was wrapped in a layer of quiet intensity.

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

"He's Stephanie's ex-boyfriend." Gabriel looked at her, his expression grim and his brows furrowed. Anyone else would've started quaking, but she was fearless as she continued, "Unfortunately, even though he's no longer part of Stephanie's life, it's not like you have a chance to stand by her side now. There's Adrian, and then there's also Jonathan. "I heard that Dad is planning on getting Jonathan to pursue Stephanie, right? It's such a joke, really. An illegitimate son has the right to pursue Stephanie, but you don't."

Did that mean he was— My father cleared his throat, cutting off my thoughts. “Is that your stepson?” He asked Richard. “Yes. He doesn’t do very well with crowds.” I almost choked on air. Flynn was Richard’s stepson? Flynn Cahallan, the boy I owed, the one who fixed my car twice, the same one who spoke about bending me over his knee was Lucas Maverick’s stepbrother? Fuck.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

Jake. My stepson had come home from university just two days ago for the summer break. Twenty-one now, tall and broad-shouldered, with the same sharp jaw as his father but none of the softness that middle age had added to David. His dark hair was still damp from a shower, and he wore nothing but loose grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The deep V of muscle at his pelvis was impossible not to notice. I forced my eyes up to his face. “Dad’s gone?” he asked, voice low and a little rough, like he’d just woken up even though it was barely nine o’clock.

Not even a flicker of memory. “I suppose I should thank you, then,” I said, setting down my glass. “If it weren’t for your stepson’s treachery, I might still be worshiping at the altar of a false god.” Alaric tilted his head slightly. “Is that why you’re here? To unmake him?” I let the question hang. Let him taste the weight of it. “I haven’t decided yet,” I said finally. “I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.”

, almost at the sitting room, Good morning dad l greeted giving him a warm hug, you looking beautiful this morning,guess you had a goodnight,he said beaming with smile,l turned to my stepmom greeted her faking a smile,so daughter we all here to welcome you back home, sitting over there is your stepbrother drake and his girlfriend sophie,we locked eyes,wow l never knew l have a beautiful damsel as a stepsister,nice to meet you sister he stood up and smiled giving me a handshake,he such a pretender l smirked, hello sister nice to meet you too she said giving me a smile which felt more like a mind game, l looked away pretending l didn't notice anything she did, dad apologized for not letting me