A woman takes on the role of a wicked stepmother, only to find her schemes unraveling in ways she never planned. As she navigates a household full of tension and unexpected bonds, her mission to be the villain keeps failing against her own better instincts.
After I got this second life, I became a tipped-to-be-villain's stepmother, and I was cursed to see dark fragments of the future. So I knew I had to be the absolute evil stepmother, or he would put a bullet right in my I looked down at the three-year-old kid standing by my feet. Glaring at him, I snatched his glass of warm milk and replaced it with bitter celery juice.
From that day on, picky eating? Forbidden. Wanting a pet? You're on doo-doo duty. I'd make him hand me toilet paper, then smear a little chocolate on his arm and him it was poop. Years later, when it came to his university application, I secretly altered his choices.
Eventually, the kid grew into an untouchable, feared mafia kingpin. I thought my day of reckoning had finally arrived. Instead, standing before a wall of reporters and cameras, he adjusted his tailored suit and said,
The person I am most grateful to is my mother. Her tough love guided me through the dark. And she showed me the true path of survival. Wait, isn't there something fundamentally wrong with this picture?
After dying of an illness, I woke up in a new body with a second chance at life. But this second life came with a catch. Every time I touched critical objects or people, I received horrible, fragmentary visions of the In this world, the quiet three-year-old boy in front of me, Leo Morelli,