Novel & Cerita Stepmother Marchen

Lena's stepmother and her daughter named Tracy team up against Lena, because a suitor was coming with his parent and with the first gift, and Lena's stepmother doesn't want the suitors to choose Lena over her daughter, and she had a conversation with Lena and she was trying to discourage Lena from getting married to the suitor before she left for work, and when Lena's stepmother noticed that Lena didn't comply with her reasoning, she called her daughter and said, "Tracy, I want the best for you, and I want you to get married to the CEO that's coming, and please, do according to my Instructions" Lena's stepmother said,

By the time I finished my duties, it had gotten soaked. A long sigh left me. The hierarchy in my house was messed up. It was neither by work, nor would I have been the highest; nor by age, nor would I be higher than my stepsister; nor by bloodline, nor would I be the highest again as the only true blood of Draven Household. My stepmother married into the family after she and her kids lost their pack. Yet they forgot all that. The door opened downstairs—my stepmother must be back from escorting her friend home. "Donna! Get down here!!"

His chest tightened, and a low knot of dread twisted in his gut. Still, he obeyed. He entered the throne room as he was....sweat..soaked, shirt half-unbuttoned from training, boots stained with dust. His presence stirred no warmth in the room. Only silence. Judgment. And betrayal. The throne gleamed in sunlight. Upon it sat the King Arthur Valerian—cold, unmoved. Beside him, stiff and distant, the Queen Rosha. Xavier’s mother, the royal concubine, sat as if turned to stone. Pale. Stricken. Powerless.

Her voice was beginning to rise, provoked by my refusal to back down. "I never asked for his money!" I shouted. My chest heaved as my anger reached its peak. "If I had known you remarried, I would never have come back. This house is hell to me." "You don't know your stepfather well enough, Selena." Mom looked at me with a mixture of hurt and pleading in her eyes. "Alexander has been nothing but kind to us. If it weren't for him, who knows what would have happened to your father's company."

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."

Dira, who was supposed to go home, canceled her intention and ran to catch up with Sena, who was on her way back to home to bring Sena's cell phone that she had left at school. When she caught up with Sena and was about to call out to her, she saw Sena who fell to the ground after being slapped by a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who looked at Sena with a haughty and condescending gaze. That was the first time Dira saw Sena helpless. Sena's face, which was usually straight and expressionless, suddenly turned hateful. Later, Dira finds out that the woman is Marrie, Sena father's lover who is now Sena's stepmother…

mode. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I also thought about the text message sitting on my phone like a live grenade. The stalker had seen us. He had seen Chadwick pinning me to that desk, he had seen me unraveling under my stepfather’s touch. But how? how did he see us? I just didn't understand it. "I see you are your stepfather's slut. I want you too. We should meet." The threat against my mom was still the leash around my neck, but after last night, after the way Chadwick had looked at me with such cold dismissal once he was done, I felt a sudden, sharp spike of defiance.

“Lord Damien is still in town.” Everything inside her went cold. Still. In. Town. Waiting. Somehow, she wasn’t even surprised. No one could say her stepfather wasn’t ambitious. He’d married Gwen even after all the trouble Liz had given him. “For what?” She had her suspicion, but just to be sure. “For you.” Phoenix met her eyes. “He said whenever you change your mind, he will come for you.”

"Answer me." This time, it isn’t a question. It’s a command. His fingers tighten on my chin, his irises shifting from yellow to amber. I shiver. "My stepfather and my mother's sister—who is now my stepmother because they are now married to each other. There. Happy?" "Your stepfather and aunt are now married?"

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.