My 47-Year-Old Stepson Calls Me Daddy — Novel

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In the shadow of a lavish funeral, Peter Harding finds himself thrust into a twisted family drama. After the death of his wealthy wife, he becomes entangled in a bitter power struggle with his 47-year-old stepson, Lucas, a ruthless CEO intent on reclaiming the fortune he believes is rightfully his. As tensions rise, an ill-timed New Year’s Eve dinner spirals into chaos, revealing the lengths Peter will go to secure his place in the family—even if it means taking a scalding hit for the very son who's trying to push him out.

But when the stakes soar higher with the revelation of a forged marriage certificate, Peter realizes he may be fighting for more than just alimony. As Lucas grapples with his conflicted feelings towards his younger stepfather, the lines between love, loyalty, and betrayal blur. Can a bond forged under such bizarre circumstances withstand the weight of family expectations and hidden agendas?

With each confrontation, the question looms: what does it truly mean to protect family when the ties that bind are so tenuous? In a world of wealth and deception, both Peter and Lucas must confront their demons—or risk losing everything.

My 47-Year-Old Stepson Calls Me DaddyChapter 1

My 68-year-old rich wife had just passed away, and my 47-year-old domineering CEO stepson was about to kick 26-year-old me out.

To score a massive alimony payout, I decided to give him a taste of family warmth this New Year's Eve.

At the New Year's Eve dinner, my stepson deliberately splashed scalding dumpling soup at me, trying to make me humiliate myself.

But I spun around and shielded him instead, letting the hot soup drench my entire back. Through tears, I choked out, "That was close—almost burned the pillar of our family."

My stepson's expression twisted. The relatives started ripping into him for being unfilial to me, his "little stepdad."

He refused to take it lying down. During the New Year's Eve countdown, he sent in a debt-collection crew to cause a scene—his play to drive me out.

I charged straight at the ringleader and bear-hugged him. Even after they beat my face black and blue, I was still shouting, "Don't be scared, son—Dad will protect you with his life!"

My stepson finally cracked. He knelt beside my hospital bed, called 26-year-old me "Dad," and swore he'd take care of me in my old age until the very end.