Stepmother Cast Novels & Stories

Camellia was forced to smile too to be more convincing, even though in her heart she was very upset because Crish called her mother, she didn't accept it because it seemed as if she was much older. "Yes, that is true. I have to be close to my stepson, even though in terms of age he is actually older. But it doesn't matter, because my position is here as your stepmother, you must not disobey me, don't be like yesterday," Camellia replied. "Okay, stepmother. I'd be a good stepdaughter,” said Crish in a mocking tone.

Would Xavier leave me? I am brought back to reality by my stepmother's irritating remarks. "Oh wow, not bad. You did a good job of picking my son-in-law." She smiles like she won a trophy. Is this woman even human? How can one possibly be this shameless? "Karma is a bitch, you know." I have no energy left to tolerate this nonsense. "Oh honey, are you still holding a grudge? Karma has no transport money to return to me" she speaks half laughing as she walks to me and I feel like I will throw up if she touches me in any way.

She was found by the man she calls father when she was only five, alone in a world of dangerous men. "Keisha, this is enough. Nothing will be resolved if the two of you argue," Shadow butted in the conversation. Keisha breathed heavily while glaring at her stepmother. The two women continued glaring at each other without any words said. Loud ringing from the telephone broke the deafening silence. Her stepmother took one last look at her before taking the phone call and turning to the side. "Yes, that would be me." The partners looked at each other with confused looks before staring at the headmaster. "What?!" she screamed in shock before staring at Keisha. "This might be some sort of misunde

“It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!” “Don't you dare blame the moon for your own disgusting choices!” she roared, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders as she shook me. “A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!”

At the head of the table sat Alessia, Silvia's mother, a woman in her early seventies. To her right sat Silvia De Rossi. To Alessia's left sat Monica, Silvia's eldest daughter and the CEO of the family company. Beside Monica sat Marco, her twenty-three-year-old younger brother and her partner in managing the company. Across from them sat Maria, Silvia's youngest daughter, twenty years old. Beside Maria sat Sophia, Silvia's niece, who had been living with them for the past five years after losing her parents in a car accident. Monica set her glass of juice down. "We have the final presentation with the board today regarding the Amalfi Prestige Resort," she said calmly.

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

I can feel her: the thrill of her mischief, the way she lingers near Jason’s shadow just to feel the echo of us. But she’s not coming back yet. She is not willing to yet. And if I leave without recalling her… There will be two Arias. And there will be problems because the world was not built to hold two of me. The knock comes again,softer this time, but laced with venom. I didn’t answer as usual. The door swung open anyway. My stepmother stood in the doorway, silk robe draped over her shoulders, lips painted red, eyes sharp with contempt. She refused to come inside. She just leaned against the frame like she owned the air in my lungs.

My hand moved slowly at first, then steady, as I stroked myself. I bit my bottom lip and moaned softly, letting my eyes flutter close, the sound filling the room. I heard a creak. I opened my eyes immediately, but instead of shock and shame, a strange fire burned in my chest. Salvatore stood there, his frame tall blocking the dim light, his jaw ticking tightly. His eyes dropped and followed the line of my body, and I saw him tense as he fought to stay put. “Hi, Stepfather,” I said, smiling wide, my hand still moving boldly under his gaze.

The very people I had once confided in him about. "Of course, Leon dear. I’ll talk to Isla when she arrives. You two can’t just break up like this—after three years together? That would be such a shame," my stepmother said, her voice laced with feigned concern as she delicately held her teacup. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "If you promise to take care of the pregnant woman and not let her bother Isla, I’m sure she’ll come around. We all know how much she fancies you, haha." She let out a light, amused laugh.

Leora closed her eyes, feeling comfortable in Monica's arms. Leora is longing for a mother's hug, even before she was still with her stepmother. Leora didn't want to get close to her stepmother, just look at her Leora didn't want to. He wanted to kill the woman because from the beginning Loera knew the bad nature of Sintia-her stepmother. The proof is now that all his father's property was taken and taken away without a trace.