A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

"You really look like your mother, though your eyes are a bit like your father's. Come on, little one, where do you want to go? I'm breaking you out of this old house today." Her gentle eyes warmed my whole heart at once. In my last life, she was exactly like this. Nothing like the wicked stepmother from the stories. When she first met me, she was only twenty-seven, with no children and no experience raising one. Suddenly she was the wife of the Moreno heir, saddled with a five-year-old daughter on top of it. She was so nervous she called in a family doctor and a child tutor overnight and sat through parenting lessons several times over. She and Leon were an arranged marriage between familie

Her voice was beginning to rise, provoked by my refusal to back down. "I never asked for his money!" I shouted. My chest heaved as my anger reached its peak. "If I had known you remarried, I would never have come back. This house is hell to me." "You don't know your stepfather well enough, Selena." Mom looked at me with a mixture of hurt and pleading in her eyes. "Alexander has been nothing but kind to us. If it weren't for him, who knows what would have happened to your father's company."

he said in a deep voice. Leaning weakly against his chest, I spoke hoarsely. "My face hurts so much. Why did you come so late?" Lukas stared at the scene before him. His eyes were bloodshot. "Dad, please let Isabella go. I was wrong, okay?" "You finally know you were wrong? It's too late." Cain sneered. He looked at Lukas briefly. "Lukas, I'm officially informing you that I've already marked Cecilia. From this moment on, Cecilia is your mother. Watch your tone when you speak to her."

Dira, who was supposed to go home, canceled her intention and ran to catch up with Sena, who was on her way back to home to bring Sena's cell phone that she had left at school. When she caught up with Sena and was about to call out to her, she saw Sena who fell to the ground after being slapped by a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who looked at Sena with a haughty and condescending gaze. That was the first time Dira saw Sena helpless. Sena's face, which was usually straight and expressionless, suddenly turned hateful. Later, Dira finds out that the woman is Marrie, Sena father's lover who is now Sena's stepmother…

mode. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I also thought about the text message sitting on my phone like a live grenade. The stalker had seen us. He had seen Chadwick pinning me to that desk, he had seen me unraveling under my stepfather’s touch. But how? how did he see us? I just didn't understand it. "I see you are your stepfather's slut. I want you too. We should meet." The threat against my mom was still the leash around my neck, but after last night, after the way Chadwick had looked at me with such cold dismissal once he was done, I felt a sudden, sharp spike of defiance.

Leon opened the chat app, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming message: "Bro, how's it going today? Still at war with your new 'stepmother'?" With fingers trembling with emotion, Leon replied: "It's terrible, Dra. She's getting more and more persistent. She cooks for me, tries to strike up conversations. My dad told her to persuade me, he said. I can't get rid of her from this house. This house is full of memories of Mum, you know? If she stays here, I'll go crazy."

“Crooked nose?” “You did not see it?” she asked. “It bends to the left like it is tired of standing straight.” Despite how tired I was, I let out a small breath that could have been a laugh. Then I took the cup of water from her tray. “My stepmother is here,” I said quietly. Paula froze. “Here?” “Yes.” She lowered her voice immediately. “With your stepsister too?” “Yes.” She pressed her lips together. “They went to the Queen Mother first,” I added.

“Lord Damien is still in town.” Everything inside her went cold. Still. In. Town. Waiting. Somehow, she wasn’t even surprised. No one could say her stepfather wasn’t ambitious. He’d married Gwen even after all the trouble Liz had given him. “For what?” She had her suspicion, but just to be sure. “For you.” Phoenix met her eyes. “He said whenever you change your mind, he will come for you.”

"Answer me." This time, it isn’t a question. It’s a command. His fingers tighten on my chin, his irises shifting from yellow to amber. I shiver. "My stepfather and my mother's sister—who is now my stepmother because they are now married to each other. There. Happy?" "Your stepfather and aunt are now married?"