Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

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.”

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

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.

the MC continued. Movement shifted across the room again. Young warriors, battle-scarred sentinels, and noble sons all hopeful, some desperate as they walked with measured steps to the left. And then I saw him. My stepfather. Alpha Lucien Thorn. His dark robes swayed as he joined the line of unmated males, like this wasn’t the fifth time he’d done this ritual. Like my mother hadn’t died loving him. Of course he did. A bitter laugh clawed at my throat, but I swallowed it down.

she rolled her eyes and was seen to try hard not to laugh. I held her hand and continued driving with a smile, “Tara Winters. My stepmother. She used to work at Blanc Group” Well, that got her attention.

My other option is the one he gave me stay here marry him can I really do that I look at the ring in my finger which he shoved bruising my finger in the process, I just can't have this psychopath raising my son with a clear mind and a plan I go down stairs. I hear voices down stairs I know Dad is home and my siblings but there is voices I don't recognise I come to a dead stop when I find people decorating our living room setting it up to what it looks like a wedding? But who's getting married. " you like it ?" A voice whispers in my head the white roses full on display are beautiful I can count the chairs as it will be a few guests I turn to a smiling Zach " Yeah Uhmm it's okay " I am glad y