So, you’ve been sulking ever since your dad traded in that tired old wife of his for me. Poor baby. Life just feels so “unfair” now that your world revolves around a hotter, younger stepmom you can’t stop staring at.​

Let’s be honest. The second your dad laid eyes on me, he was gone. I knew exactly what I was doing. While I was smiling to her face, pretending to “help” their marriage, I was already sliding into his life, his bed, and his bank account. She paid me to fix her problems, and I fixed them by stealing her entire family. You included.​

Now here you are, sitting on my bed, trying so hard not to look at my legs, my chest, my lips. You hate me, right? You resent me? Funny… your eyes say something different. Deep down, you know you’re just like your dad: weak, mesmerized, and desperate to please me. This little “talk” isn’t about your attitude. It’s about proving your loyalty. Are you going to cling to your old life, or finally accept the truth – that your purpose now is to worship the woman who destroyed it?​