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I just feel like I have been pushed to the edge countless times. My stepmother. My stepsister. And now officially, Weston’s mother.

The police left them and I walked back to my seat and as I was about to sit and Alex said come here. He embraced me and kissed me. “ You did well” he said and kissed me. We sat down and my kids asked who was the people I went to . I turn back and I could see them staring at our table. I look up to them and our eyes met, they both quickly take their leave, I could see that they never expected what they saw. I turn to my kids and smile. “ They are my ........stepmom and stepsister” I said. “ Stepmom and stepsister? You have a stepsister? Daniel asked.

Even though I tried avoiding her as much as I could, I guess I couldn't avoid her for too long. “This is Liana, my stepsister.”I opened my eyes wider than normal the moment I heard what you said with a funny expression on my face because I wasn't expecting him to refer to me as his step sister—we are not even siblings yet. “Your dad… again?” “Again? Does it mean…?” I was surprised to find out that my mom might not be the first woman to have lived with him as his stepmother before, meaning there were others before her, which makes me even more worried that we might be leaving here soon.

She faced Samantha, not bothering to argue about inheritance rights. "You still haven't answered my earlier question. What does 'stepmother' mean?" Caught off guard by the sudden shift back to the topic, Samantha was momentarily speechless. Shelby did not wait for her to catch up. She pulled out her phone and quickly tapped the screen. "Ah, I see," Shelby remarked, glancing at her phone. "According to this, 'stepmother' used to refer to a concubine in ancient times. That's similar to a servant, isn't it? So, in modern terms, it's like a maid.

She thought she had already gotten him. "You are my step sister, Vicky." He said, breathing hard. "Step Sister and so? It's not a big deal. Remember your dad already married my mum when I was small. We are no way related by blood. We are two different peoples. Don't spoil this moment. I'm horny and wet for you. You can feel it with your hand." She begged as she took his hand towards her pussy and he yanked it off. "Find another way and sort yourself out. I can't do this please." He protested.

Celeste’s POV “I-” “Meet Cassian and Lucien; your step-brothers,” Theo said, introducing us to one another. Oh, but I knew them. I knew them all too well. This was like a disaster waiting to happen. I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on the backpack as I stared at both men. “Cassian, Lucien. Meet Celeste, your step-sister.” Step-sister. The word sent an unnerving chill down my spine.

I heard her say and I finally opened the door as I stepped in. “That's because she's my step-sister. Same dad, different moms.” I explained as I walked over to get and threw the pack towards her. She caught it and looked up at me in surprise as I smirked at her facial expression. “Whatever you're thinking, or were thinking is all wrong. I told you I had a stepmother right? Yeah, she's her daughter. Does that make sense now?” I asked in amusement and I could see her face flush at my words while Jullietta giggled like a teenager watching a romantic drama.

Anita's POV The moment my stepmother, Evelyn, and stepsister, Amara, stepped through the doors of the banquet hall, the atmosphere shifted. It wasn’t just the weight of their presence. It was the way the room seemed to contract, like air being sucked out of a space too small to hold it all.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.