Stepmother Cast Novels & Stories

“I refused to let you mark me, and also refused to run away with you. You felt rejected, so you decided to hook up with your chosen mate to feel wanted. I totally get it.” “No, no, I would never do that to you. I don’t even like her!” “I’m not mad, Theo. You were just fulfilling your obligations as the prince of Castillo Tribe. As your stepmother, I’m very proud of the step that you’ve taken.” Stepmother? Was this some sort of joke? “It may seem as though my peace around here has been compromised as well. I’ll leave now, and I would appreciate it if you do not follow me.” Even if I wanted to follow her, that thought died immediately when she showed that creepy smile again.

Damon exhaled heavily, his jaw tightening. The look in his eyes grew dark as he pressed on his lips. “Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing at the screen. It was my assistant, Rose. “It's fine,” Damon murmured, stepping back, but his gaze lingered on me as he rubbed his hair. I answered the call, managing to balance my breath. “Yes, Rose?” “Ma'am, your stepmother is here at the company,” Rose's voice came out with tension. “She's causing a scene and demanding access to the family account. We can't handle her.”

Alexis scoffed as the image of the most heinous human formed in her mind, the disdain she had for that image began to shown in her own expression, it was the image of her stepmother. "Isn't it very obvious, it's my stepmother." Alexis said in disdain. Tommy looked at Alexis in the eyes, he scoffed loudly. "You think your stepmother is so popular to be calling shot from her home." "Oh! really!, that is because you don't even known my stepmother then." Alexis said, he looked back at Tommy direction. "My stepmother was the famous A rated actress in the federation." "And you think that was enough for her to be this aggressive in dealing with you." Tommy scoffed at Alexis innocence once again. "Y

Garcia exclaimed. "Don't you ever bring up my mother’s name. No matter where you look, you're not my mother and you will never be. You're just a mistress who can't be satisfied with her life. That's why you were so happy when my dad married you, weren't you? Because you thought you already had it all. You're only after money from dad; I don't know why he can't see that. Stop pretending that you consider me your second child because I never felt that way!" Chelsea replied angrily to her stepmother. "Shut up! You have no right on screaming in my face! You were just your father’s child and nothing else, while me? I’m his wife and we are his family."

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.

Liam had barely stepped into the entrance when he heard her voice. "It's true what they say... the bastard son returns home." He froze and turned. Vanessa Klein stood at the top of the stairs, one hand resting elegantly on the banister. She was fifty-five now, but she wore it well. Beautiful. Graceful. Every inch the queen of this castle. And she looked at him with the same disgust she'd had twenty-seven years ago. Liam forced a smile. "Stepmother. You look well. Have you been feeding on the souls of the innocent? It's very rejuvenating, I hear."

“Plus, Brad probably travels all the time, liaising with shareholders, meeting politicians, and bribing important people with his deep pockets. You know that’s par for the course in the construction biz. Developers are all shady as hell, and I’m sure Brad Landry is no different. So yeah, I don’t think there’s a bat’s chance in hell of crossing paths with my ex-stepfather.” Lila looks thoughtful. “Well, when you put it that way ...” I nod firmly while stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase. “I definitely think it won’t happen. But what about you? Don’t you have a summer job lined up with your uncle? Don’t you need to pack?” Lila blushes and suddenly turns back to her laptop. “Yes, I

She struggles instantly, trying to pull her hand away, but I drag her toward the door. “You’ll thank me later,” I say without even looking at her. “Clinton, what the hell are you doing?!” Catherine struggles, completely unaware that I’m acting this way for her own good. I open the door… “Clinton.” My stepmother’s voice stops me immediately. I turn back to look at her. She’s leaning back in her chair with a dangerous smirk on her face. “She’s your weakness all along… and I didn’t know.” Suddenly, pain explodes inside my chest.

She seethed and unexpectedly pushed Stacy down the stairs with so much force. "Ahh!” Stacy let out a yelp, losing her balance as she tumbled down the stairs with a piercing scream filled with panic. "Get your stupid ass up and get the hell out of my son’s house!” with a pointed finger at the worthless human before her, she said. "Be grateful that I didn't rip your hair off from the scalp or else you would have ended up bald as you step your dirty foot out of this estate!” "Dave!” She called out and in no time a bodyguard hurried into the sitting room and saw his elder Boss’s stepmother standing at the top of the pinnacle with fury written all over her face.

“Who is the woman you brought into my home? Did you intend to embarrass me in front of Poppy?!” Instead of Rafael responding to her grandfather, Carita quickly turned her body and fixed her facial expression, making her look enveloped in deep sadness. “Mr. Dante, I'm Stella's stepmother! This woman just claims to be her mother! He also called Stella by a wrong name!” “You never seem to change, Carita. Your mouth is still like a poisonous snake,” said Poppy's fake mother, as if she knew Carita for a long time. If I knew you were going to do bad things to my family, I would never pick you up on the street and hire you as a maid!