Forbidden Pleasures
Dear Stepmother 1
Yes Dear Stepmother
The afternoon sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the old family estate, casting long golden stripes across the marble floor of the hallway. Charles stood still, staring down at his shoes. He had just turned twenty-two, home from university for the summer, and the massive house felt smaller than ever before. Or perhaps it was Racheal who made it feel that way, filling up every room she entered.
Racheal was his father’s much younger wife. The woman had married into their lives three years ago and turned everything upside down with her dark wavy hair, full lips, and curves that no modest dress could hide. At thirty-four, she moved like liquid sin—graceful, knowing, and far too aware of the effect she had on her st
