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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 warmth of the evening wrapped around us like a soft blanket, the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I sat curled up beside Mama, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her dress. My sisters sat around us, their laughter light, their voices warm, their presence safe.

Papa was there too. Not too close, but not so far away either.

Something inside me still felt strange when I looked at him. He wasn't the same man I remembered—the one who left me behind, the one who let me suffer. He looked... tired. Sad. But there was something else in his eyes tonight, something that made my chest feel tight. Hope? I didn't know. I didn't want to know.

Still, for some reason, I kept stealing glances at him. Quick ones, barely there. But each time, my heart pounded a little harder.

The sisters were arguing over who got to hold me next, their voices filled with playful bickering. I didn't mind; I liked when they fought over me. It made me feel important. Loved.

And then, Papa moved. He didn't speak, didn't ask me anything, didn't force me to look at him. He just reached for something on the table.

I watched as he carefully turned over the pieces, his fingers tracing the edges like he was making sure they weren't broken. He picked one up and slowly, methodically, placed it in the right spot. He wasn't looking at me, but I knew he wanted me to notice.

My fingers twitched slightly as I stared at the scattered pieces. I loved puzzles. They made sense. They weren't loud or scary. They didn't ask for anything from me. I could just sit with them, fix them, and make them whole again.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and hesitantly reached out. My fingers brushed against the cool cardboard as I picked up a piece. I didn't think about it—I just placed it down, fitting it next to the one he had placed.

For a second, no one said anything. I could feel Mama's arm tighten around me slightly, her silent support wrapping around me like a shield. My sisters weren't laughing anymore. They were watching, holding their breath.

Papa didn't react right away either. He just stared at the puzzle, his fingers motionless against the table. Then, after what felt like forever, he spoke, his voice so quiet I almost didn't hear it.

I didn't respond. I didn't know how to. But I didn't move away either.

Papa slowly picked up another piece, fitting it into place beside mine. He wasn't looking at me. He wasn't pushing. He was just... there.

I glanced up at him again, only for a second, before turning my attention back to the puzzle. We kept going, working side by side in silence. I wasn't sure why I stayed, why I kept picking up pieces and setting them down. But I did.

I felt Mama press a soft kiss to my head, her silent approval making my chest feel warm. My sisters were smiling, not saying anything, just letting it happen.

For the first time, Papa and I were doing something together. No expectations. No pressure. Just us, and the quiet sound of puzzle pieces clicking into place.

Chapter 76: A Step Closer