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.
gaslighting him, twisting his words, and framing him for bad behavior. After months of torment, he had become béton to him, meek and terrified to speak out. Now, my goal was to keep up the cruel cruel stepmother act, to ruin him and to keep myself alive. Leo had clearly never tasted juice before. His chubby face squished into a tight ball and he instinctively stuck his
out. My heart melted from how cute he looked, but I kept my expression cold and stern. You'd better drink every last drop. To a three-year-old, bitter celery juice was pure torture. Surely this counts as abuse, I thought to myself. God, I am nailing this evil stepmother gig. At the I couldn't help but let out a quiet, wicked chuckle.
After breakfast, the nanny prepared to take Leo to kindergarten. I frowned when I saw him wearing a scruffy, faded pair of hand-me-down Why are you wearing something so cheap and ruggy? The nanny hesitated.
Ma'am, earlier you said we shouldn't feed a child's vanity, and that it was better to keep him humble and low-profile. Tch, tch. This original stepmother was truly manipulative and petty,
trying to crush Leo's self-esteem like this, but she had it all wrong. What do kids in kindergarten care about when it comes to wealth? They don't understand money the way adults do, but they know when one kid has more than everyone else,
and they can be brutally jealous of it. A flash of the future hit me. I saw the kids at school shoving flashy little Leo into the dirt, sneering at him for being a spoiled rich kid.
Change him into a custom three-piece suit right now, I ordered,