The Stepmother Likes Harem Novel Spoilers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It’s not a good thing. You might even hate me for it.” “I could never hate you,” he whispered. “Never in a million years.” I took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I need to tell you about my stepmother. I need to tell you that she wants me to steal secrets and that she will use me to get to you the moment she finds out about us. And, I need to tell you just how much she can destroy me, and thus you.” “It sounds like a long story.” He smiled and touched my cheek. “Come and sit with me. We’ll sort this out.”

He would even get me the best quality items out there. I had thought those idyllic days would last forever. Yet, who could have imagined that another woman would become the new mistress of this house after a single full-month banquet? I had fallen from a treasured sweetheart to a hired nanny in just one night. I even had to give up my bedroom. Anyone would have been devastated by such a brutal fall. However, I neither cried nor protested. I simply tucked the blanket more securely around my baby and murmured, "Okay." Then, I turned and walked calmly upstairs.

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

My aunt pushed through the crowd and steadied me. She pointed at my stepmother and cursed. "You murderous witch! You must have drugged Genevieve to knock her out, then stole her destiny so your own daughter could marry the Crown Prince and live in luxury!" My stepmother's face turned deathly pale. She said through gritted teeth, "I arranged this wedding out of goodwill and now I'm the criminal? I've treated you like my own daughter. How could I harm you?" I shrank back. My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric.

And he was saying it like it was nothing. But he wasn’t done. “And Aria,” Damian said, his voice softening. “Your mother was strong. So strong. But she made a mistake. She believed Alpha Lucien when he said he would protect her and her daughter. She thought she could trust him.” I felt Aria move closer. Her fingers gripped my shirt. “She was my stepmother,” Damian continued. “And she was in my way.” “No…” Aria whispered from behind me. “Yes,” he said. “I killed her too.”

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

Her vision blurred as her eyes welled with tears, but she forced herself to keep looking at Alice, to keep listening. Her stepmother paused, her gaze finally flicking to Flora, though her expression remained cold. “I let myself imagine it. The life I always wanted. The life Vera was living, while I was forced to stay in the shadows.” Flora's stomach turned with disgust. Her stepmother had been nothing more than a vulture, circling over her dying mother’s bed, waiting for the moment she could swoop in and take what she believed was rightfully hers. Flora dragged her gaze from Alice to Damien’s hand in hers, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her from lunging across the table

Sarah’s POV: After coming back from lunch I thought about the wedding the whole day. I thought about how I would handle that stepbrother, Zayn. I never met him before although now I wanted to. I wanted to meet him and talk to him. I wanted him to be happy for his father just like I was trying to be happy for my mother. What if that guy Zayn won’t like me and be rude to me? What will I do then? How will I be able to live in that house with him? My mom would obviously be involved in her new life with her new husband and I would be there all alone with that stepbrother who won’t even consider me his stepsister. My life would become a hell and no one would be there to help me. I threw myself on

Slipping through halls, she found an old service passage that twisted into forgotten corners. Voices stopped her. She hid in the shadows, heart racing. “…Please, Kieran,” a woman begged. “Let’s do it tonight. Sergei’s gone for months.” Her robe slid from her shoulders. Avery gagged silently. The woman was old enough to be his mother. Kieran’s voice was icy. “You’re disgusting, stepmother. Go screw your sons.” Avery’s eyes widened. Stepmother?! Something shifted under her foot, and it clattered loudly. The woman gasped.

He looks nervous, I narrow my eyes at him, sighing as his shoulders droop. “Your stepmother and sister have arrived” Of course they have, fucking vultures. My stepmother is a piece of work, and unfortunately my sister seems to be a mini version of her mother. “Thank you, Bjorn, please as the wolf Queen or the witch to come to sit with Emerald” he nods and leaves me with my little sleeping wolf.