Young Stepmother 소설 & 이야기

Together, they had secretly conspired to strip his mother of everything she owned by tricking her into signing documents that made her lose everything, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back and forcing her out onto the streets. How could she live in comfort while his mother had worked two jobs just to give him a better life when he was a child? How could this woman enjoy such a peaceful life while his mother had died after many years of heartbreak and emotional devastation, her health destroyed by the pain she carried from that betrayal? She had died because of them. And now, he would not leave this damn mansion until he had destroyed them all and taken back everything that ha

The handwriting aggressive and harsh like whoever wrote it pressed hard enough to tear through. "YOUR MOTHER OWES A DEBT AND YOU'LL PAY IT. WE'RE COMING." I read it three times. Then I sink to the floor and wonder what fresh hell my mother has dragged me into this time.

She realized that staying any longer would get her nothing, so she spat out one last threat, “Jonathan, you’ll regret this.” After that, she took the fruit basket from the floor in defeat and left the ward. David was still angry as he watched her retreat. “Trash! She actually thought she was some sort of prize, and she still has the guts to pester you. “Jonathan, don’t get all soft on her. It’s best to cut off a mommy’s girl like her as soon as possible.” Then, he turned his anger toward me. “And you, did you carry all of this alone? That’s insane!

Rhea forced herself to stay composed and walked over to play hostess to the women who had come to the party. Meanwhile, Lauren was grateful for Carter but couldn't get a single word in. Still, a few people had gathered around her, mostly old friends from back when she and Carter were still together. "Don't be upset, Lauren. A stepmother is still just a stepmother. The kids are young. It's natural for them to stick by her side for now. Once they're older, they'll know where home really is," one of them comforted her. "Exactly. I've never heard of a stepmother who outranks the birth mother. Don't take it personally."

Tears welled up in my eyes but I held onto them. “You better not be crying,” Zayn threatened. “I'm not as weak as you are,” I said, rolling my eyes and wiping their corners. “Mother Mia,” Talia said. “That's going to be weird explaining it to new friends. ‘my stepmother is kinda like eleven years older than me.’” “Stepmother?” Zayn asked, working his brows. Talia shrugged. “It's either that, or I call her your older girlfriend. Choose your poison wisely.” She threatened.

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

Who was that stranger? As I walked down the stairs, I was dismayed to find my stepmother there. “I told you all she does is lazy around and do nothing, Mother! I’m the one carrying the child, but she has chosen to be useless!” Betty complained. My mother turned to me and said, “Don’t you ever get tired of being useless around here? Your poor innocent sister is helping you and the pack by giving birth to an heir, a small duty you couldn't even fulfill, and now making breakfast is something you can't even begin to do?”

The stepmother looked smug and said, "I'm not afraid of him at all. He's just a loser under our control." Alaric was extremely worried. "Nathan has already found out about what the two of us did. It seems like he won't let us off the hook." Just now, the stepmother, who was as steady as a mountain, suddenly became as fragile as a willow in the wind, trembling intensely. "We have a son, what are we afraid he will do?" The stepmother's momentum was not inferior, but she spoke in a fragmented and incoherent manner. Alaric wearily leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

said Stella’s stepmother, smirking at her. Stella became furious at her stepmother’s words. “Humph. Your mother’s mother was a whore, seducing my dad. Thus, giving birth to your mother. Your mother’s a whore who seduced my husband.” “My mother’s not a whore,” said Stella. Stella’s stepmother laughed. “Your mother IS a whore! She seduced your father, MY husband and made him fall head over heels for her! Stealing him for years!” she huffed. “That’s how she gave birth to you, you slut!”

“She beats you? Why?” A sniffle accompanied the girl’s response, “She just… doesn’t want me.” “Why on earth not?” A weighty sigh escaped the girl, her voice a fragile whisper, “She loves my siblings, not me.” Curiosity melded with understanding in Jennifer’s eyes. “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” The pieces fell into place – the telltale signs of a stepmother’s influence. “And your father?” Jennifer inquired further. The girl’s voice wavered, “He loves them too… not me.”