Novel & Cerita Stepmom Belongs To Me

Stacy My vision blurs and it's like everything in the universe is ganging up against me. How could he be my Stepbrother? “Hey there, little stepsister," he says with a smirk that grates on my nerves. Mom turns to me and takes both my hands in hers. “Stacy I know I haven't really been quite the good mother lately, but I promise to change okay? I know I'm asking too much from you, but just this once. Please?"

"Aren't you going to school yet, Sol?" I looked up at Roberto who was currently organizing his papers in the living room. He had only visited Freddie, and tomorrow he would be flying to Europe. "In a while, Roberto. I'm just waiting for the driver to return, and then I'll have him drop me off at school," I answered. "And how about you and Henry? How is your relationship as stepmother and stepson?" I looked away. Because Roberto was naturally smart, he simply let out a sigh. Even without me saying a word, he understood my situation inside the mansion.

I wish Jamilla was here so I could talk to her about this stuff, someday I'm going to have to trust her into helping to find my mom. I was playing a game on my phone when I heard a knock on the door, ugh, I think I had enough love for the day from Dad, pulling the door open I was met with my dear stepmom and she had a big enveloped in her hands, handed to me she say “ after reading these I hope you understand why you need to start showing us some respect in the house.” pushing the envelope in my hands, she gave me a once over look before walking away.

I whispered and open the messages. “What!” I didn't know when I excavated it. My breath was shallow and the chest tightened. I drew the phone closer again. I had to go to my laptop and open my mails. Plenty of messages, I just have to start from one. I saw another shocking picture. “This can't be!” Is she trying to bring dad down? For what? What will she gain? Dad's enemy. “The Millers” My stepmom is having meetings at different spots with them. For almost thirty years she has been my dad's wife, why now? What got into her?

He says, voice coming out calmly. “Punishment? You can’t do anything to me because you need me! You need-“ “Beta Mateo will be stripped off his title as the beta and his son who is the next beta in line will take over his place. He has four hours to give back everything that has been handed to him by the previous pack alpha and should move out of the south wing. He has been demoted to the west where he will be staying.” Jake says earning series of gasps and whispers.

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal. “Your stepdad’s in Chicago, right?” she’d asked, eyebrows lifting. “Yeah. Corporate takeover or whatever rich-people villain shit he does.” “And your mom?” “Charity gala all weekend.” She stared at me for a long second. Then she grinned. “So the house is empty.” That was it.

When my father’s men arrived, Ben was surrounded by women, bragging about how he had wrapped a rich older woman around his finger. “In less than half a year, that old b*st*rd’s company will be mine! His crippled son is just decoration!” Before the words finished leaving his mouth, a chill ran down his neck, and he was lifted by the collar. One second, he was boasting; the next, he was dragged into an alley and ground into the pavement. He was spineless. After a few blows, he spilled everything about how he hooked up with Mary and how they planned to seize the assets once my father grew old or sick.

"She showed me proof of her legal ownership of the company. My father. He left everything to her.” "You're telling me your stepmother owns the company now? Has this gone public?" he asks, inching closer. I nod. He seems far too stunned to speak. Who wouldn't be? So, he just wraps his arms around me, and we sit in silence for a while. And I wait. I wait for the feeling of comfort and safety to return, because I've been sitting here for hours, needing him to show up and give me just that. Instead, all I get is the unshakable feeling that today has only marked the beginning of my misery.

Standing right in front of my father's penthouse door, her keycard hovering near the sensor. It was none other than Lexi, my father's little wife, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend be my stepmother? It just doesn't make sense in any way, because what the actual hell? Time seemed to slow down as I stared at her face. My chest tightened as if my lungs had forgotten how to work. I hadn’t seen her in months—not since the wedding, not since she became his, since she became my father's little whore, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend become my stepmother out of the blue?