Stepmom Belongs To Me Novels & Stories

“You said that wouldn’t help. He’s part of a team. Kill him, someone worse comes next. We need his secrets or to turn him.” I groaned. “Right… I said that.” “Yeah, you did. That’s why Dad made this school plan—get close, gain leverage, cripple them from inside.” I rubbed my temple. “Maybe I’m more screwed up than I thought.” Conti nodded. “You think? And you haven’t even heard the best part.” I scowled. “Go ahead, ruin my day.” Conti grinned. “Your stepmother and stepsister are moving in tomorrow.”

“Meet Steve, your stepdad.” “Stepdad,” I echoed the word sounding sour on my tongue. Impossible. “I know, I know. I didn’t tell you anything about it, but we wanted to keep it quiet,” she said with a smile. “You can help yourself, Carmen. This is your home as much as it’s mine. I’ll go make sure everything is set for you.” Steve kissed Mom on the cheek and walked away. “Stepdad?” I frowned at my mom. “It has to be a joke, a really expensive one. Literally. I can’t believe—”

She stammered and swallowed hard with her eyes looking at him so cautiously, she muttered pleadingly, “Please, stop.. Don't come any closer. I am your stepmom!” Corban chuckled then trapped her in the middle of his arms and traced her face with his lips. He blew air on her skin to her ear and let out his tongue to lick the tip of her ear before whispering in his sexy hoarse voice, “You know? That makes it more kinky, stepmum.” Stepmum shivered from the cold air and also his voice that made her tummy flip. She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth before regaining her sanity, she clenched her fist hard and looked at him boldly.

I just feel like I have been pushed to the edge countless times. My stepmother. My stepsisters. And now, officially, Weston’s mother. My life is a MESS…

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

I can't think of it and I kinda feel like I'm gonna throw up somehow because the fact that he is my stepbro. I should remember that my father and his mother are in a relationship and we are now considered as one family! Aren't we? I just sighed and put my pillow beside. I immediately looked at my phone when it rang. I didn't stood up anymore and just stretches out until I reached it on my mini side table. I looked at it first and answered it immediately when I saw that is was my dad's name that was registered in the monitor of my phone. "Yes, dad?" I immediately asked after I picked up the call.

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

I smirked and she stared at me with shock written over her face. “How did you know all that?” “Remember you said it the other day? So yeah, I know” I replied, sitting on the couch as she stood in front of me. “Good that you've know. And deliberately speaking, I'm carrying Aldrich's baby and we're both going to be reunited soon. You can't keep staying with him. I studied you and found out you're even his stepsister. How shameless of you” She spat at my face and my heart bled.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

He was the CEO, and he had left his mark. He hadn't just claimed me; he had owned me. The ritual in the study was just the beginning; this was the true confirmation of my status. I was the family property, and Daniel had ensured that I knew exactly what that meant. I lay there, my body unable to move, my mind entirely focused on the weight of his claim. He was gone, but the reality of his possession was absolute. The silence was not empty; it was filled with the lingering echo of his presence.