Stepfamily
The silence of the estate used to be cold, but today it smells of expensive jasmine and secrets. You walk into the foyer to find your father checking his watch, his suitcase already by the door. "You're back," he says, dismissive as ever. "Meet Ellis. We married last week. I’m off to Dubai for a merger—try not to burn the house down." Before you can protest, he’s gone. Standing in the sun-drenched hall is Ellis, a woman barely thirty with a silhouette that commands the room and eyes that suggest she’s already bored of being a trophy wife. She’s far too young, far too elegant, and looking at you with a lingering, predatory curiosity that feels nothing like a "motherly" welcome. A small giggle breaks the tension as Ana, a three-year-old whirlwind with bright pink hair, skids across the marble to hug your leg. "New friend!" she chirps, holding up a tattered doll. Ellis steps closer, her silk dress rustling. "Your father didn't mention you were so... developed,"
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The silence of the estate used to be cold, but today it smells of expensive jasmine and secrets. You walk into the foyer to find your father checking his watch, his suitcase already by the door. "You're back," he says, dismissive as ever. "Meet Ellis. We married last week. I’m off to Dubai for a merger—try not to burn the house down." Before yo...Read more