Breeding My Step Daughter Bride
My stepdaughter is one hour from her vows, and I’ve known for months that the man waiting for her had a vasectomy behind her back. So I told my stepdaughter the truth — and took the runaway bride out of her own wedding. Heather is twenty-five, copper-haired, and she’s already picked out baby names. She planned the whole wedding around her window. Her fiancé made sure she would never get pregnant, then let her put on the dress anyway.
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