Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

“Aren't you going to ask who they are?“ He asked me. I took a seat, “I don't think it's necessary for me to know them. I only helped because you are my patient.“ Deep down, my curiosity is at the maximum level. It's hard not to be curious when I'm tied to him. “That's my stepmother and stepsister. She left five years before I met you, so we never talked about her.“ He explained anyway. “Oh.“ Was all I could say. A step mother and sister I never heard about. Why are they coming back now? “She used to be my mother's best friend until she died. She drugged my father one day and got pregnant with Crystal. My father had to marry her.“ I finally got interested, “Whoa. That's really bad.“ He nodded

She was aware of how they wanted to humiliate her, including her own father. “You should move back. I misunderstood you last time. Forget what I said. Anyway, we are family here.” Marga chimed, trying to act like a real mother, but her action made Kendra want to vomit. Kendra isn't surprised by what her stepmother has been doing and frowned. “Kendra, just come back.” Bianca held Kendra’s hand and gave a warm smile.

Maren My stepmother's voice was a knife in the dark, sharp and cold. "We can't afford you anymore, Maren. You're twenty-five years old. It's time you earned your keep." I stared at the floorboards of my father's study, counting the splinters. "I work hard. I've always worked hard. I'm not a burden." "Not as hard as your sister," my father said. "And your sister is marked. She has a place in the pack. You don't."

Aiden asked, his voice gentle, laced with concern. I didn’t answer immediately. I was trying to keep myself from breaking down all over again. Carefully, I adjusted my position, steadying myself as I gathered the strength to speak without crying. “You wouldn’t believe what my stepmother did,” I said finally. “She’s trying to marry you off to my stepsister.” “What do you mean?” Aiden asked, frowning. “She wants me to have two wives? Two half-sisters?” He shook his head slightly. “That’s… very weird.”

His anger… His tone… Everyone watching. Her mind drifted to their wedding day. To when he held her hand and said, “I do.” Six years of giving her life… Only to be called “stepmother.” To be mocked silently by his friends. Something inside her cracked. Maybe… Maybe it was time to stop being Mrs. Marchesi. Stop being a stepmother. And be Lucia again. She blinked her tears away, smiled faintly, and said: “Alright then. Carry on.”

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.

"Oh. Is there any way to make the baby go away? I don't want Scarlett to keep being sick. She hasn't played with me in forever. Can you figure something out? Make whatever's in her stomach disappear?" I pushed the door open. Rosalie heard me and came running. I felt dizzy. I pressed a hand to my temple. "You're up! Is your head hurting again? Can I help?" She reached toward me. Without thinking, I stepped back and covered my stomach. She stopped and stared. Then something shifted in her face, like a lock clicking open. "Mom's right. You never liked me." "Nobody likes me. They all say I'm strange." "And now you hate me too. That's why you got pregnant, you're not even scared to die, because y

she explained. Aiden looked at her coldly. 'That scum actually abandoned his own daughter, and she is my step sister? My irresistible step-sister' Aiden cursed in his head. "He went on a vacation with my mother yesterday, for one month," Aiden told her. Aria's eyes widened and despair came crashing into her heart.

He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in all dark velvet and smooth skin while his hand rested like a brand on the waist of his fiancée, Vanessa Marrow, daughter of the Minister of Trade and fresh out of some finishing academy where girls were taught to smile just enough to be owned. They looked perfect. That was the point. My glass of champagne was lukewarm, but I sipped it anyway. Bitterness suited me tonight. "You're going to chip a tooth, grinding it like that." The voice at my side startled me. It was deep, smooth, and threaded with something unplaceable. Authority. Amusement. Something darker. I turned slowly, already knowing who I’d find. Alaric Crest, Devon’s stepfather. He stood

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.