Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

She’s contagious. “Fine,” he said, grabbing his jacket. “Die alone. I’m out.” But just as he turned to leave, her voice called him back. “I was thirteen when my mom ditched me and my brother for some guy. My dad brought in a stepmother, and she brought a son—seven years older than me.” Marvin stopped.

his secretary’s squeaky voice stammered through the intercom. “What?” he growled. “Uh…your mother called.” “STEP-mother,” he corrected her, rubbing at his temple again. His stepmother, a thirty-year-old actress wannabe was a gold-digging whore who only married his father for the sake of money. And she was close to making her dream come true. His father went senile a year after they got married and she’d somehow manipulated his old man to change his will. If he didn’t act sooner, his family legacy and Winters Architecture, the country’s biggest and most influential architectural firm would fall into the hands of an airhead.

At the sight of me, her expression hardened, transforming into a mask of barely contained rage. “You!” she snapped, rising to her feet. “Open this door right now! I need to give her food!” I folded my arms, a smirk playing on my lips. “Oh, stepmother, I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. “But nobody can release your precious Mara without my permission.” Her face twisted with fury. “You stupid girl!” she spat. “She’s your sister! This revenge of yours has gone too far! I just want to give her food, that’s all!”

stepmother retorted. "The marriage has been arranged to take place in three days. Start getting prepared," Father ordered firmly. I was surprised to see him acting so coldly towards Debra. This had never happened before. Debra stood up angrily pushing her chair aside. It fell onto the floor with a loud crash. "I'm never getting married to Prince Keith. Never!" she yelled and stormed out of the room. "You have to reconsider this," my stepmum said to my father as she hurriedly followed after Debra. The room fell into total silence. I gently stood up, my chair screeching against the floor.

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

Even little Leo was fully focused on him as if he could understand what was being discussed. "You said that... that that demon I married... she told you to leave, didn't she?" "Yes," Mara nodded, her mind flashing back to when her stepmother had warned her at the hospital to stay away from them completely. "She made it clear that you had found out that you're not my father. She said nasty things about my late mother and said I should never come near you guys ever again."

She called out, grabbing my father's arm. Getting married, giving birth to a male heir, is that only I can do? No, I can't show my emotions. Weaknesses are not allowed. I tried to keep myself calm, hiding my shaking hand. “If you want me to do my job properly, then do yours-” My words were cut short when I had a sharp stinging pain on my right cheek, my stepmother's face filled with horror before worry gushed over her evergreen face as she ran up to me.