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Stephano was a dear son to Mr Foyer because he was always there for his daughter. “I am well Mr Foyer. I am only worried that Rose gets better and takes her medication. She accidentally spilled her soup so the maids should make another one for her.” Stephano repiled with a wide smile and Rose was bubbling with anger at how shameless he was in making conversations with her father like everything was just normal.

I said in a voice that doesn't convey that message and after a glare from Mom behind his back, I gave him my most charming smile and that seemed to be enough. "I'm sorry we didn't meet before this. I've had a lot to do and the time just wasn't enough. I hope we get along well" He said with what I came to realize was a genuine smile. He leaned closer to me and I instinctively moved back but he was close enough that only I could hear him when he said "I'm not and will never take the place of your father. I wouldn't dare to. I love your mother and I hope you allow me get to know you and love you as my own daughter even though I'm your stepfather like you said"

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.

Well, my circle was still on, so he hadn’t achieved much. I watched him briefly before advancing. “Stepfather, huh? You really want me to call you Daddy?” Jesus, Elizabeth! That was just damn awful. I felt secondhand embarrassment the moment the words slipped out. But it was too late—I couldn’t take them back now. And besides, Damien hadn’t reacted. He was quite good at pretending I didn’t exist.

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?

My stepfather. My stomach clenched as I watched him speak to the officer, his expression unreadable. Missing person? I wasn’t missing. But somehow, I had a feeling that wasn’t the point.

“Wait… is Mr. Caesar Aidan’s father? How did I not know that?” Still processing everything, Malikha was about to leave when the door suddenly opened again. “I’ve told you countless times—stay out of my business! You’re not my father!” Aidan snapped as he stormed out, turning back to face Brandon. Brandon stepped closer, taking a deep breath. “Can’t we talk like two grown men for once? Or better yet, as father and son? Whether you like it or not, I am your stepfather. I have legal custody of you.”

What kind of a reaction was that? I know he's only going to say that I shouldn't fall in love with Luke. It would be a shame to admit to him that I liked my father... "No, I don't." "Do you know you're a bad liar?" "I care about him because he's my stepfather." "Chill, why so defensive? I just want to know how much you like him." His inquisitiveness annoyed you. When i act like i don't want to respond to his questions, he looks away and is silent for a while.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Go upstairs, freshen up. There are beautiful dresses in the guest room closet. Pick something nice and come down when you’re ready. I’ll introduce you to your new stepfather later, he’s been asking about you.” Stepfather….the word felt distant, irrelevant compared to the storm inside me. I nodded and climbed the wide marble staircase, each step heavier than the last. My body ached with exhaustion, but deeper was the hollow shame between my thighs, the reminder of all the nights I’d lain there, unsatisfied, wondering what was wrong with me. I pushed open the first door on the right, desperate for a bathroom t

~Lila~ “Baby, your stepfather is Sire.” Everything is happening too fast. I blink, rooted in place, staring at my stepfather. Ryder’s allegations sound so far-fetched, so surreal. I wait for Adam to vociferously deny them. My stepfather glares at Ryder. “That’s a lot to hurl at my head. You can’t back that up. You just hate me because I tried to separate Lila from your bad influence.” “You lying motherfucker.”