Stepmother Marchen の小説・ストーリー

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.

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

Martin wanted his first daughter to find true happiness and hasn't approved of any arrangement marriage proposal yet from his business associate, as he only used it to remind Mella that she would have to get married someday. "There is no problem with that. When you are ready, you can bring him home for us to meet with him," Mr. Martin said as he smiled back at his daughter. And Mella stood up and went to greet her stepmother in her quarter, as she knew her stepmother was a conniving person and didn't like her because her children were still younger compared to her. Her stepmother's first son, who was still a young adult, was sixteen years old, and his mother wished he was older than Mella. M

Garcia exclaimed. "Don't you ever bring up my mother’s name. No matter where you look, you're not my mother and you will never be. You're just a mistress who can't be satisfied with her life. That's why you were so happy when my dad married you, weren't you? Because you thought you already had it all. You're only after money from dad; I don't know why he can't see that. Stop pretending that you consider me your second child because I never felt that way!" Chelsea replied angrily to her stepmother. "Shut up! You have no right on screaming in my face! You were just your father’s child and nothing else, while me? I’m his wife and we are his family."

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,

Jake’s uncle says calmly. “I still believe the late alpha would ne-“ The beta didn’t get to complete his words as Jake cut him off “That’s enough. I’ll decide if what she’s saying is true or not.” His voice deep and authoritative, leaving no room for arguments. "What’s your mother’s name?” He asked the lady. “Melinda.” She replied. I could tell she was uncomfortable after all she’s been subjected to this whole thing. "Melinda?” Jake whispered. “This is so weird.” Dario whispered again. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Are we going to stand here all day? Aren't we going in?" Marco chuckled and started the car. "You're right. Let's go in." ~~~ After they got out of the car, they made their way to the mansion's back garden, where the family was already waiting. The moment Marcello caught sight of Silvia, his stepmother, from a distance, he slowed his steps and froze, as if unable to move forward. Memories of the past surged through his mind, and Silvia stood at the center of them, the villain of his story.

On those lips, he ran his sinful tongue to keep them wet and he made them more kissable with the glistening of his saliva and I had to gulp my lust down. My mother again repeated her question when I didn’t answer her, “ tell me what are you doing here, when I clearly told you to never come back?!” Her tone was fierce, it was nothing like her sweet loving tone. I looked into her eyes to see if she really was my mother because my mother would never raise her voice at her only daughter. My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9.

Malachar took off his skates and sat on a bench to wear his shoes. I just stood there, as awkward as a scarecrow, musing over my fucked up life. “Great, then. Have you uh met Ms. Rosier? She’s the documentarian incharge of the new project I spoke to you about at Sandy’s—“ “It’s Mrs. Kane. And of course, I’ve met my step mom, coach.” Malachar’s eyes bored pits into my soul, yet I couldn’t read him. Stetson looked utterly confused. “Step mom?” He turned to me just as Malachar stood up to leave. “Is this true?”