Novel & Cerita Stepsister Movie

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

We didn’t need to be involved in dark shit like this. The mate bond was in distress—Steph was in distress. She continued to be bombarded with more and more secrets, harsher truths, and even greater confusion. In just two weeks, she went from a financially-struggling waitress to finding out her mother was part of a rebellion to save rogues from being tortured and possibly killed. My anger fizzled out. There was no point getting riled up about what I couldn’t fix. What mattered was taking care of Steph.

I stayed standing longer than I meant to. Watching them. Aaron didn’t lean on Mera’s shoulder, but he didn’t move away either. She offered him a piece of her granola bar halfway through the movie like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t take it, but he didn’t snap at her either. Just shook his head, eyes soft. It was something. I’d forgotten how much progress could look like almost nothing at all. There would be more court dates, more hearings, more strategies whispered between Reeves and me behind closed doors. Victoria wouldn’t vanish just because we won this time. Clara wouldn’t give up simply because the lies had unraveled.

I'll never be her's and she'll never be mine. "Amber, as bad as I actually want you… it can never happen." I sigh. "What do you mean?" She questions, sounding confused as she breaks free from my grasp. "You're my step-sister." I say, stating the obvious reason. "And?" She says, her voice cracking in the process. "We can fuck. But we can't be anything serious, it wouldn't look right." I say, looking down at her as I study her reaction.

I didn't say anything. "I know what that makes me," he said. "You don't have to tell me." "It doesn't make you anything." "It makes me the guy who's been in love with his stepsister for eight years while pretending he wasn't." "Stepsister," I said. "Not sister. There's a difference." "Don't do that." "Do what?" "Give me an opening." His voice was rough. "I've spent three years not taking openings. Don't hand me one now and then change your mind."

Someone has gone to great lengths to erase the evidence, which means the meeting between my stepfather and the stranger was never meant to be discovered. “Is there another copy?” I ask. The guard shakes his head. “Not on this system.” I thank him and leave the security room, trying to appear calm as I make my way upstairs. I need to tell Josh what I have seen, but I also need to find out what my stepfather exchanged with that man. When I reach my bedroom, I lock the door and take out my phone. I send the unknown number a message. I saw the footage. My stepfather met the man on the night John died. What did they exchange?

He turned me around to face him. Up close, Julian Vane was terrifying. He was forty-two, nearly twice my age, with silver hitting the temples of his dark hair and eyes the color of a winter sea. He’d been my stepfather for three years, a man of few words and cold checkbooks. I’d spent those years avoiding him, ducking into hallways when I heard his heavy tread, feeling his gaze on the back of my neck at every dinner. “Julian, let go. People are watching,” I hissed, glancing at the few lingering mourners.

That was also when I realized that my fated mate's eyes and heart were filled entirely with his fragile stepsister. Drew said protecting her was his responsibility. I understood. I even gave up all external affairs to focus on supporting him and helping him consolidate his power. Five whole years had gone by. Now, my fated mate was willing to let me die for his stepsister. Why should I? I'd never wait around like a sitting duck.

I lied quickly. “I see,” she whispered. “Don’t cry, Mommy. It has a happy ending. I’ve already watched it.” I laughed softly. Such a sweet child. Stephie didn’t make it to the end of the movie. She fell asleep halfway through. Just like the doctor said, she was getting tired more easily these days. Still, we stayed and finished the film. After the movie ended, Steffano gently took the sleeping Stephie from my arms and carried her upstairs. We brought her back to her room together. Savvy, on the other hand, said we didn’t need to walk him to his room because he could manage on his own.

I lie there a long time before sleep finally takes over — *The next morning* I wake at six-forty to the sensation of being looked at…with sleepy eyes , I see a younger man staring at me and when I opened my eyes there is a man in the chair by the window with one ankle crossed over his knee, watching me like I'm a programme he's halfway through. I sat up fast and the sheet comes with me as my mouth flew open to shout. He lifts a hand to face me before finally speaking…"Hey there," he says. "Who are you." "Cashmier." "Cashmier?." "Mm." He smiles, and it's his father's smile with the manners taken off. "Eldest. Nice to meet you, stepsis." "Stepsis." "Your mum's been running this house right? Th