Novel & Cerita Young Stepmother

“It's okay. That your stepmother, I've always doubted how loving she was.” My stepmother is the nicest person I've ever met. Since I lost my mother at a tender age and my father remarried, I've never felt like she's not my real mother. Meanwhile, it was all a scheme to get to what she wants. “It's obvious they're the ones now running the Jenkins group. They have really messed up with the wrong person,” he stated and smiles creased on my face, this is the time I've been waiting for all these years.

My mouth dropped open, wide in shock. But I wasn’t even of age to be mated. This… this wasn’t supposed to happen. The hall, once filled with murmurs and shifting feet, now felt suffocatingly silent or maybe it was just me. Everything sounded distant, like I’d slipped underwater. My heart pounded like a war drum, but my feet refused to move. Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them; hot, bitter, shameful. What have I done to deserve this? To be mated at eighteen… to my cruel stepfather?

They exchanged worried glances. “Fine, if you intend to play it this way, then suit yourself. We are moving. We came out to inform you about it from the last strand of humanity we had left; we could possibly have left without informing you good for nothing, and this is what you do?” My stepmother snapped, yelling at the top of her lungs. This is way better; this was more like it. Putting up that false act had nothing good to do with Me. “So?” I asked with my words laced with bitterness; I enjoyed watching the horrid and stunned expression on their faces.

“You wouldn’t want us to inform Mr. Quinn how you used to break curfews to chase after boys in high school do you?” “What?” I gasped, “I never did that” She smooths the side of her hair which is up in an elegant twist. “Mr. Quinn doesn’t know that now does he? I can’t imagine he would be pleased to learn that his new bride is such a slut, and it wouldn’t be hard to find a few boys you used to go to school with and ask them to help confirm my story” my stepmother’s eyes gleam as she issues her threat. Bile fills my mouth, are they really going to go this far?

“My daddy got me a stepmother for my birthday. Can you believe it?” Coco shook her head. “What is a stepmother?”

After all these years, I still don't know how to be the stepmother you want. She looked up, her eyes sharp for the first time. It broke through her usual gentle facade. "If I can't be the stepmother you want, then I'll just have to be the best mother I can be. If you so much as threaten my daughter or granddaughter, Yosef, you might find yourself looking for a new wife." The second her last word dropped, Yosef spun around and his hand was suddenly around Macy's throat!

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.

I slammed my fist onto the table, barely able to contain my rage. “There’s nothing I can do, Henry; he married Sol. Besides, your stepmother is a good person—” "Even you, uncle? You fell for the act of that gold-digging maid my father married?!" Uncle Roberto sighed and slowly adjusted his glasses, trying to calm me down. "Henry, calm down. Solana is kind. Yes, she used to be a maid here, but she’s a good girl. She took care of your father, and—”

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Ava wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.