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At just five years old, he was abandoned by his father and left to suffer at the hands of cruel relatives. When his father finally returned, he was on the brink of death—bruised, broken, and betrayed. But that day, everything changed.

His new mother, a woman known as the Queen of Business, took him into her arms and into her world of wealth, power, and love. Alongside her, his seven billionaire sisters, each a legend in their own right, vowed to protect and cherish him.

But after years of lies, the truth shatters his fragile heart—this woman is not his real mother, and these sisters are not truly his own. Overwhelmed with anger and betrayal, he rejects them. But they refuse to let him go. Having already lost one child, they will do anything to keep him safe, to make him smile again, and to prove that family is not just about blood—it's about love.

As their bonds deepen, enemies lurking in the shadows see him as their greatest weakness. With threats looming and the scars of his past still fresh, will his new family be able to protect him? Or will their love be his greatest downfall?

This is the story of a young boy’s journey from pain to healing, wrapped in the warm embrace of a mother and seven devoted sisters who will stop at nothing to keep him safe.

My Billionaire Stepmother and Seven Sisters

The grand amusement park lay before them, closed off to the public for the day—exclusively for their family. The dazzling lights, the lively music, and the colorful rides all stood as a testament to the father's determination to reconnect with his son.

Holding his small hand, the father glanced down at his son, whose wide eyes reflected both curiosity and hesitation. His heart ached—this was the same boy who once clung to him for comfort, yet now, he seemed distant, unsure of his father's presence.

Mama (Emma) gently nudged her husband. "Go on," she whispered with an encouraging smile. The sisters stood nearby, giving their father the space he needed while watching over their precious brother.

"Do you want to ride that one first?" The father knelt down, pointing at the grand carousel.

The protagonist hesitated, glancing at his sisters. Usually, he would run to them first, but today, something about his father's soft gaze made him pause. He gave a small nod.

His father's heart swelled with emotion as he lifted his son onto a golden horse. The ride began to move, and laughter filled the air—his son's laughter. It was soft at first, but as the carousel spun, it grew louder, more carefree. The father rode beside him, watching in awe as his son's walls slowly crumbled.

Next was the bumper cars. The father playfully chased after his son's car, making exaggerated faces every time he "lost." The protagonist giggled, gripping the wheel tightly. Mama (Emma) and the sisters cheered from the sidelines, their eyes glistening with happiness.

Cotton candy, popcorn, and ice cream soon followed. The father kneeled down, gently wiping away a smudge of ice cream from his son's cheek. The small act of care sent a warm sensation through the child's chest—something familiar, something safe.

As the day continued, the protagonist slowly started reaching for his father on his own. He pointed excitedly at a roller coaster, his small fingers tugging at his father's sleeve.

"Do you want to go on that?" the father asked, his voice filled with hope.

Without hesitation, the father picked him up, securing him safely by his side. The ride soared, twisting and turning, and though fear flickered in the child's eyes at first, his father's firm grasp never wavered.

"You're safe," his father whispered. "I'm right here."

By the time they reached the Ferris wheel, the protagonist was visibly tired. His small body leaned against his father's chest as they ascended into the sky. The city lights twinkled below, but the father's entire world rested in his arms.

A small whisper reached his ears. "Papa…"

The father's breath hitched. It had been so long since he'd heard that word from his son. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he held his son tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair.

"I love you," he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Mama (Emma) and the sisters watched from a distance, their own eyes brimming with tears.

As they made their way home, the protagonist, exhausted from the day, dozed off in his father's arms. The father looked at his wife, his daughters, and then down at his sleeping son.

"Thank you," he whispered, his heart full.

Tonight, for the first time in a long while, he would hold his son close—not just in his arms, but in his heart.

Chapter 38: A Father's Love in Motion