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I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he keeps trying to control me, how he moves around the house like he's been there ever since. "I want to have sex," I repeated, my voice dropping its playful edge, becoming entirely serious. "And I need my dear stepfather to catch me in it."

Cloe felt a tingling in her eyes, the urge to cry, and Shay continued: "He saved my father's life. And that wasn't all he did, Cloe. One day when I was trying to seduce him, and I can assure you I never succeeded! Never, I could never seduce him, and on this day, I told him that my parents separated when I was little, and I stayed with my mother, and she remarried. Oh, I'm not going to repeat everything, I don't like to relive it, but I told him that I was abused by my stepfather, that my mother didn't believe me, and for years I suffered in silence until I went to live with my father. I never had contact with my mother again, but I have a little sister from her second marriage, and I was ve

My father didn’t answer. He kept reading. Page after page. The silence stretched longer. And I didn’t look away. I just watched. Watched his expression sink slowly with each page. Confusion became recognition. Recognition became anger. And then— Something colder. Something final. When he reached the last page, he stopped. He didn’t move for a second. Then he closed the file slowly. Very slowly. My stepmother forced a laugh. “What is this nonsense?” she said quickly. “Whatever she gave you, it’s clearly—”

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”

The last thing I ever expected was for him to sell me off so easily like some damn property he’d been waiting to get rid of. My hands trembled as I flipped through the pages of the document, my heart racing. My breath caught in my throat when I saw my father’s signature—and right next to it, my stepmother’s. I knew my father didn’t care about me, but I never thought he’d sell me off like a piece of property without even telling me.

No matter what had happened between us, how dare they try to kill me? “What about my stepmother? does she know what her son's did?” I asked. “She’s been taken care of, too,” Chadwick replied smoothly. He placed a hand gently over mine. "She's the one who sent them." I knew that already, I remembered Connor telling me that. Not sure why I asked though, I mean she's mean to me but never thought she could actually spiral into being a killer. “Don't think too much about any of that right now. You need rest.” Chad added.

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.

My mother is by your side, her eyes running through me with a disdain that would normally make me explode with anger, unlike my sister, smiling with malice. "Hi, dad" compliance, lowering the skirt. "This is Hunter, my fiancé.” Nervous, I run away from Hunter and he moans while holding a point in his abdomen, trying to stand up. My stepfather approaches carefully. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bill," Hunter murmurs, catching the propped cane and standing up. My stepfather waves one of his wrinkled hands, stretching the other so that I can get up. "It's my pleasure, boy. I was surprised to know that they preferred the city than spending time with the family "he gives me a biased look. A silen

I had to play his game. “I am married." “Tonight was supposed to change it all. You leave him and come to me." He smacked his lips and then dragged them out in an even lower voice. “The way it was supposed to be. Everyone gets a happy ending.” “So you kidnapped my father?” My voice was slightly choked out. Stephen was hyper-focused on me. His brows were arched downwards. The tension lines on his forehead deepened with every word." “You took something from me… so I am returning the favour."

Melody has always been Daddy’s good girl. Since Nick entered her life when she was eight, he has been more than just her stepfather. He became the father she trusted, the person she depended on, and the one whose approval meant everything to her. After losing her mother five years ago, Melody and Nick became even closer. Their shared grief turned them into a family of two, and Melody slowly built her entire life around taking care of him. Now, at eighteen and freshly out of high school, Melody should be stepping into adulthood. Instead, she is still living by Nick’s rules. She cooks for him. She takes care of the house. She goes to church with him every Sunday. She worries about disappo