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The chairman stared at his grandson for a while. The reason why Callum did not want to marry again was that he had a stepmother who neglected him. The chairman was aware of Callum’s grudges but there was nothing he could do but to keep those two away from each other. It was his fault that Callum was like that, but still, he wanted him to know that not everyone was the same. Because he wanted him to experience love, he forced him to get married with the excuse of producing an heir. He thought that he did the right thing, but he realized that Callum did not love his wife. He respected and took care of her, but never loved her.

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

My family had deemed him unworthy of me. Yet, I had defied them, fleeing with him, following him back to the Phantom Pack. I had foolishly believed that we could finally live a life of happiness together. But shortly after our arrival, his father had passed away. The Alpha King had issued an ultimatum: only if Olivia—his stepmother—conceived would Mason be permitted to inherit the Alpha title. Thus, he had begun sleeping with another woman, over and over again. Each time he returned home, his body bore Olivia’s scent markers, strong and stinging—like blades cutting into my heart. And each time, he would utter the same empty promises:

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

From the very beginning, Rufus Carter was in love with Leanor Ford. At the age of seventeen, Rufus was already known for his towering height, costly lifestyle, and aloof attitude. Unfortunately, Rufus was left motherless at an early age, and this year, his father decided to remarry, making Leanor's mother his new stepmother. As if fate wanted to play a twisted game, Rufus turned eighteen and found out that Leanor was his mate - adding a new level of complexity to their already complicated situation.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

I took a calming breath to soothe my nerves. She gave me a warm hug. “I hope you remember me Seph. I am his older sister Claudia.” “Yes, I remember. It’s nice to meet you.” “Likewise,” I was struck by her beauty. Each action of hers was synchronized with greater ethics. She even smiled with charming grace. His mother finally got rid of anyone who had stopped her and offered me her hand. Hades hasn’t spoken a word to them. Do they have a typical stepmother and stepson relationship? I have to confirm this because maybe I can use it in my favor.

She had said so much, yet she still didn't know who she was! Marissa had never seen anyone more foolish than Charlotte, she stated with some disdain, "I am Leandro's stepmother." "Ah, so you're the mistress who took over as the stepmother!" After speaking, Charlotte quickly covered her mouth, blinked her eyes, and looked at Marissa with an innocent face, "I'm sorry, stepmother, sometimes I speak without thinking. Stepmother, is there something you came for today?" Marissa's face stiffened, Charlotte's constant reference to her as a stepmother made her uncomfortable.

Leon opened the chat app, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming message: "Bro, how's it going today? Still at war with your new 'stepmother'?" With fingers trembling with emotion, Leon replied: "It's terrible, Dra. She's getting more and more persistent. She cooks for me, tries to strike up conversations. My dad told her to persuade me, he said. I can't get rid of her from this house. This house is full of memories of Mum, you know? If she stays here, I'll go crazy."

She'd found that this was the best way to manage careful non-answers—build them out of real material, real stones, just arranged to leave the most important things in shadow. Jade considered this. "Independent. For how long?" "A few years." "That's unusual." "My mom's unusual." Lily let a small, genuine smile through. "She likes to do things her own way." "Kane's mentioned her independence," Derek said, which was the first thing he'd said since sitting down, and he said it without looking at Lily, eyes still on his food, tone easy. Just a fact. Just her new stepfather having mentioned her mother's personality in a way that confirmed the story without making it seem coordinated.