Stepmother Cast Novels & Stories

he said in a deep voice. Leaning weakly against his chest, I spoke hoarsely. "My face hurts so much. Why did you come so late?" Lukas stared at the scene before him. His eyes were bloodshot. "Dad, please let Isabella go. I was wrong, okay?" "You finally know you were wrong? It's too late." Cain sneered. He looked at Lukas briefly. "Lukas, I'm officially informing you that I've already marked Cecilia. From this moment on, Cecilia is your mother. Watch your tone when you speak to her."

At night, Rufus showed up at the estate, expecting to meet his supposed stepmother and new sister. He wanted to see with his own eyes the sort of woman his father had deluded this time. Be that as it may, when he really saw Mrs. Kate, he was shocked by her look. She was really different from the past ladies who were aggressive and wore weighty makeup, anxious to turn into his stepmother. Mrs. Kate's lovely face, notwithstanding giving indications of maturing. "Apologies, there was traffic jam on the way.." Rufus's demeanor was gentle and accommodating.

“How many years now? Three? Four? Goodness, you look amazing.” “Five,” I correct her, keeping a polite smile in place. “But who is counting? I’m certain it isn’t you.” Smirking, I wait as anger flashes in my stepmother’s eyes over what I’ve said, but it quickly disappears. “Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” She says, putting on the kind mother act. “How was I to know that Jason would do that to you? He seemed like such a nice man, but did he and his subordinates truly deserve what you did?”

STEP SON × STEP MOTHER Step Son: Axel Step mother: Gwen AXEL~~ Gwen's full breasts were spilling out of her bralette but this time her white short jeans were zipped up. She looks up at me smirking as I take a step back, knowing she's fully aware of my hard on from Sarah and now her. “I could tell your father what's going on between you and Sarah or..” “You could repay me a favour.” I reply thinking fast.

“So will you stay with her?” “No,” Spencer answers quickly. “You are my mate, my Luna, my world.” I smile and look at the tiny princess. “I think I might be second on the list.” Spencer smiles. “I’m sorry, but she is something special.” “Can I hold her?” I ask, looking at the baby’s mother. “Who are you?” the mother asks. “I’m your daughter’s stepmother,” I answer. Aunt Stevee and Luna both exhale and smile. Uncle Victor is stone faced and staring at us. Alpha has a soft smile and nods his head.

Complaining too much would give me away. “Really? You’re going to quit the job you spent two years trying to get into because you hate your mother’s new husband,” she says almost jokingly, like she clearly read meaning into it. “It’s not about my mother.” “Yeah, I know, it’s about the handsome rich man she’s married to. The one you hate before even knowing him.” “I’ve spoken to him, Betts; he has an attitude… you’d hate him too.” “I’ve known you my whole life, and you have an attitude,” she immediately counters.

He bowed his head to the old man before he hugged her and guided her toward his parents. Now, it was her turn to pay her respects to Callum’s parents who were waiting for a few steps away from the altar. She hugged Callum’s stepmom first before she hugged his Dad. She did not know what to say since she was not even sure if she was truly welcomed into their family. That was why she was surprised when she heard the chairman whisper, “My son’s a bit rough around the edges but he is a good man. Please take care of him and teach him how nice it was to be in love.”

When we got downstairs, I sighed when I saw no one in sight so we headed towards the door ‘I thought you were supposed to be resting,’ Karen suddenly said behind us and I groaned in frustration. I didn't want to put anyone in danger. ‘You people have been keeping my child up there like some kept wife. She needs fresh air and some sun on her skin. I am taking her outside. My God, look how white she looks,’ my stepmother said in her usual exaggerated way of expressing herself. She deserved an OSCAR award for her performance. That was how she had been able to deceive us all, by pretending.

“Thank God. I would’ve burned everything down otherwise.” I laugh, slow and tired and real, and let Cole guide me further inside. He looks proud of Steph, of the house, of me. Of all of it. His parents are already here, his mother perched gracefully on the sofa, his father standing nearby, glass of sparkling water in hand. “This is lovely,” his mother says warmly, pulling me into a careful hug. “Steph has outdone herself.” Steph places a hand over her heart. “Validation received.” Sawyer arrives next, with Jasmin in tow. Jasmin is sixteen and unapologetically herself, arms crossed, expression permanently unimpressed by everything except the people she actually likes. She makes a face the mom

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.