Novel & Cerita Stepmother Cast

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

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.

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

She bowed gracefully, waving like she had created every piece herself. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. My fists clenched at my sides. Why is she taking credit for my work? Pushing through the crowd, I spotted Vivian Windsor, my stepmother and CEO of all companies and investments standing near the stage, her elegant frame poised as always. “Mother,” I called, barely managing to keep my voice steady. She turned to me, her expression softening as she saw me “Hilary darling, you should be resting at home” Her hand reached out to gently pat my arm.

"Do you really want to know the truth?" My stepmother’s voice slithered through the darkened chamber, curling around me like a serpent. I clenched my fists. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t." She smiled—a slow, deliberate expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Her silver robes shimmered under the candlelight, making her look every bit the powerful enchantress she had always claimed to be. The woman who had stolen my father’s will murdered my mother, and crushed me beneath her heel now held the final answers I needed.

There was a complexity in those eyes that he was trying hard to cover with his anger. "Clove, my goodness!" Another woman with blonde hair, dolled up in a Chanel gown, made her way to Clover. It was her stepmother. Clover rolled her eyes inwardly. Though she had thought it would not be hard to watch the drama, now it was making her feel nauseated. "Child, where have you been? Oh my god! Only god knows how madly we had looked for you." Before Clover could open her mouth, her stepmother hugged her, then she withdrew herself, "But I can no longer complain because you have decided to return on such a day."

Four more hours until the close of work. I plastered a smile on my face and met her glare, "Thanks, ma'am. Sorry for bothering you. Do have a splendid day ahead." In the actual sense, I wished she'd have the worst day of her life today for treating me the way she just did. *** KESTER. I strode into the living room and was greeted by a troubling sight. My stepmother sat curled up on the couch, her shoulders tense, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from unraveling. Her eyes—puffy, red-rimmed, and glassy—told me everything I needed to know.

Not when I’ve clawed my way into being taken seriously in this godforsaken company. Not when one mistake could put him in line for the inheritance instead of me. So I open the door and step out. And she’s already strutting my way like she owns the damn sidewalk. My stepmother, draped in a skin-tight crimson dress that looks two sizes too small, her heels clicking like gunshots on marble. Gold chains tangled at her neck. Hair piled high. Nails long enough to draw blood. She makes a beeline for me, fake concern painted all over her heavily contoured face. But Theodore moves faster.