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After nodding and taking one last look at her appearance, Steph exits her room. She meets her dad and brother in the living room watching the TV. "Where are you going to?" Brody asks the second he sets his eyes on her. "I'm meeting up with a friend," Steph replies. Her dad chuckles but says nothing. "The same friend you've been hanging out with and have failed to mention their name?" Steph smiles. "Yeah, that same friend." "I told you, son. It might be that Luke guy," their dad comments. Brody frowns on hearing that which only makes Steph grin.

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

Kahit nga minsan nasa harapan or tabi lang namin si Mama, nakakagawa parin ito ng kalibugan At kabulastugan. "Stop doing this Dad. Stepdad kita at stepson mo ako, hindi tama ito," pahayag kong hinanakit dito dahil stress na ako. Ito na lamang Ang palagi kong sinasabi sa kanya sa twing magkasama kaming dalWa lang dahil kung anu-anong kababuyan ang lumalabas sa bibig nito.

“I know, but we're talking about fifty thousand dollars here?! We won't be able to get this off the street. Besides, you still owe me a lot from the previous time.” “You're so delusional to assume I'd just go along with your plans. Good luck, but don't expect anything from me.” “I'll tell you something, Steph. You may not want it right now, but I'm sure you'll come around to check on me soon.” “Only in your dreams.” Stephenie finally hung up the phone and stuffed it inside her bag. She was sick of talking to her father. There was no point in wasting more time talking to him when all he could think about was him profiting from selling off her own daughter again.

"Tell me, what kind of relationship do you share with Anna now? And what are your plans for the baby?" Stephen's sigh was a mix of contemplation and uncertainty. He leaned back, his fingers lacing together as he regarded his father. "Dad, there are a lot of gray areas," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of complexity. "I'm still figuring things out, trying to navigate this situation." He knew he owed his father honesty, even if the truth was a bit tangled.

Steffan took the dress from Justin, and asked him to arrange for a private ward. The couple walked into this private ward, and Steffan began to swipe through his phone. “Your father would be very mad,” Racheal said. “He will.” “You are defying him.” “I am.” She exhaled in frustration. What did Steffan have on his father? What did Spencer Sherrod owe him? Why were both his parents scared of him in some way? She understood he was wealthy, and with that kind of wealth came so much power.

I turned to the bathroom door and Gabriel was still watching, he was not seeing his brother's erection and he did not know about it yet, so I had to be careful not to give it away with my expression. The last thing I wanted now was this family to fall apart, that was the last thingy life needed to finally break. My stepfather looked down and saw his erection, he cleared his throat and shoved both of his hands into his pocket trying to block it but he knows I already saw it. “I'll be leaving... Good night." He told me making an escape through the door. He was not even fully out of the door and Gabriel was walking towards me. His eyes were dark with rage and anger. “What the hell was that abou

“Where is my friend? What did you do to Sophia?” Stephan laughed. “Your friend?” He leaned against the doorframe, completely relaxed. “You mean Sophia? We’re mutual friends, don’t worry. She said I should take care of you well.” Mutual friends. The words didn’t make sense. “Mutual how?” I asked. “Sophia Valdez. My father’s favorite.” Stephan stepped into the room. I stepped back. “She’s been promised to Gavin since they were children. His future wife. Though my brother seems to have forgotten that particular arrangement.”

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

"You can't just say such a barbaric statement. How could you sleep with your father, it is unheard of!" "But he's not my father, Rico," I cried. "He's my stepfather. We have no blood relations…" I was still searching for ways to justify the relationship. "He fucks your mother!" He yelled "She's just another woman. Does it matter?" I screamed too. "This is wrong," he muttered. His eyes grazed me multiple times, like he was seeing a new Olivia. "You cannot…no. No. I… can't believe this" he said.