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I exhale sharply, “you want to hurt this one, too.” “Nina and I were just talking, son. I'm allowed to spend time with my daughter—” “Stepdaughter.” My gaze flicks to Nina's knuckles going white against the armchair. “And I just found out that she quit her job at the company. It's…quite unfortunate, isn't it?” His gaze drops to his hand grazing up the side of her face. “That's too much contact for a stepdaughter, dad. If I didn't know any better, I'd say a pattern is starting to form.”

CHAPTER 2 – A New Home of Hidden Fires Ariana's POV The Sterling mansion loomed before us like something out of a gothic novel. Three stories of dark stone and tall windows, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens that probably cost more to maintain than our old house's mortgage. Mom squeezed my hand as we stood at the base of the front steps. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. This is a fresh start for both of us." A fresh start. Right. Because nothing says “fresh start” like moving into your mother’s husband’s home at twenty—years after my biological father ruined everything.

He spread me with both thumbs and let Caleb see it, white and thick, sliding out onto his sheet. “You took her hand off,” Graham said. “You told her not to come in. You sat on my cock in my bed. That’s not a guest.” My voice was hoarse. “I’m not a guest.” “Then say what you are, loud enough that if she had stayed on the landing she would have heard the shape of it.” I said it. Stepdaughter. Theirs. Not going downstairs to fix it. The words sat in the room uglier than the mess on the sheet, and my cunt clenched on nothing like it wanted them back inside.

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.

Wearing a suit and a smile and bringing flowers for my wife like he was the good guy and I was just the stepfather standing on the stairs watching it all happen. Watching him touch my girl like she was his. *She's not your girl‚* I told myself‚ and the words felt like swallowing broken glass. *She was never your girl. She's your stepdaughter. She's a student in your classroom. She is twenty years old and you are her mother's husband and you called her a whore four days ago and she cried and you didn't even apologize‚ so no‚ she is not your girl‚ she was never your girl‚ stop calling her that.*

She slips back out and shuts the door. I pick up my phone. “I'll talk to you later. My stepfather wants to see me." I hang up, slip the phone in my back Jean pocket and step out of my bedroom. I make my way downstairs to the living room where Jacob, mother and Josh are standing. A large number of maids and guards are gathered in the living room as well. Mom smiles when she sees me and pulls me to stand beside her. Jacob simply nods and turns to the staff. “Everyone, this is Stacy, Helena's daughter. She'll be staying here as from today and I want you all to accord her the same respect you give to Joshua and I. Is that clear?"

Lacey said again. “Oh, sure, it was my pleasure,” I said. Ryder didn’t ask me to walk Kara down the aisle, but I wanted to do it. Despite everything, I still looked at her as my own kid. And now she really was. In a weird twist of fate, my stepdaughter became my actual daughter. You’d be proud to see them, Layla.

Years passe by, and Thelia as a teenager at the time, learned to live with the fact that Stephanie was now part of the family. Stephanie on the other hand, was a social worker whom Mr Actona had mat during a charity function. Mr Actona had donated to the NGO she was working with and soon became a partner. Months after, the both of them started going out on dates. Stephanie was stunning, and the fifty-three year old man was handsome too. Things worked out and they decided to get married. Since Stephanie got married to Mateo, she had tried her best to warm up to her step daughter over the years, but they were only ever cool with each other, not too close. Stephanie accepted her relationship wi

"It's no big deal, but I expect her to move out as soon as she has found a part-time job. She is too spoiled by her father. We aren't even related to her, and she gets to live here for free?" My eyes narrow. "You don't like Natalie?" My mother meets my eyes. "I realize it's terrible to say about your step-daughter, but no. I don't like her. Natalie is... Weird. Okay? She is reserved and arrogant, cocky, and not a proper lady." I clench my jaw. It's not like me to get irritated at my mother. We usually get along, but my patience is about to explode. I don't like it when people talk ill about Natalie, and it seems that goes for my mother too.

Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this? Mom: I just want to warn you and .. Me: do what you want mum, his equipment put it where you want I don't care I'm getting out of there again, he's pumping my air out. I have to go and cool off a bit Louis A few hours later, my wife decided to store my materials in her late husband's studio. Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes