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Zoe instantly had a bad feeling upon hearing that name, and her intuition proved correct a few seconds later when the woman called by Grayford turned around. Emily, Wolf's stepmother, was known to Zoe. A stepmother who is even crueler than Cinderella's. Her face, already quite beautiful yesterday, became even more beautiful with exquisite makeup and a stunning dress. With a sweet smile, the woman walked toward her. Zoe groaned inwardly, regretting being so happy to get the extra payment. Apparently, the job she was doing today really had to be extra special—there was a new burden because she had to meet the insane psychopathic woman.

Lily has now taken Kai from me then jumps happily with him, "Yayyy I don't have to stay with the evil step sister anymoreee! Cinderella is free! Yayyy!" Kai innocently cheers with her, "YAYYYYYY!" Bloody Lily and her wicked self, "YOU are the evil step sister!" "Yesterday YOU asked me to mop the floor!" "So you expect me to give you pocket money ‘and’ mop the floor?" "Toffer can you please take her back? Urgh!" She stomps her feet out of my room while carrying Kai, I seriously hope that little boy doesn't learn anything from her behaviour. Serious last-child syndrome!

He stepped closer. "Did you know?" I asked, sharply. "Know what?" "That I was his Wife? Is that why you came after me?" He grimaced. "I wonder too." "You're unbelievable." I turned. "That's it. I'm done." "I guess this is the part where I get to chase after you, Cindrela?" "Try it and I'll throw my heels right between your eyes. My aims are quite decent when I'm pissed. And it's Cinderella, not Cindrela!"

I’d frame him for a scandal so damaging it would destroy his chances of ever becoming Alpha and with his father's leadership gone, he would have nobody to help him back up. Then Avery, the wicked stepmother in the Cinderella story though she wasn't my stepmother. I laughed at how perfectly she fit the role. Elegant, charming, and vicious under the surface, vile as well with a foul mouth like a venomous snake. She’d made my life hell for years, but I would have the last word. I would strip her of everything she held dear, her social status, her wealth, her influence. I’d expose her secrets and whatever I lay my hands on, once I'm done with her, she would amount to nothing but a laughingstock

It makes me itch and worry that he’ll touch me in more ways than just adjusting my bonds. Catherine breathes in, then lets out a long sigh out, a smile beginning to take over her entire face. She’s not even pretty, she’s nothing but the epitome of an evil stepmother. Cinderella’s stepmother must have taken inspiration from Catherine because no one could possibly top this.

I spat at her, "Don’t smile at me, you witch! Who the hell are you?" "That’s no way to talk to your aunt, you know? How could you not know who I am? Did you not look at the family register at all? I am your father’s stepsister, Princess Olivia," she introduced herself. "I have never looked at the family register, and I don’t really care who you are. I guess you are not that important if no one told me about you," I said, hoping to provoke her—and it did. She angrily rushed towards me, grabbing my neck to choke me. She tried to lift me up, but Ripley tried to save me, though he was held down by a lot of the guards.

She was one of those that referred to her as a witch. The stranger was standing beside her. She raised her brows in confusion. "Why is he beside her?" She asked herself. "Who doesn't know the Prince?" a random girl answered. The answer shocked her. The real bomb was his announcement. It kept ringing in her head. "My chosen bride to be is Lathrina Mevens!" Their eyes locked and Lacey gulped. The bell of the clocktower and her heart bounded in a rhythm. This cannot be happening She thought.

She twisted her lip and snapped her head away from the pity-filled sight of the pair of eyes. She could read the girls' face despite the night as it wasn't a new book to her; it was a book which had had all her ordeal written. A book that had sold more in her residential area than Julius Caesar had sold in the part of the country she was in. The youngsters had crowned her with all sorts of names; from Watergirl to filthy to ugly to maid to Cinderella without a prince. All of which made her wonder if they could even remember her birth name. Finally, the tap was crowd-free. Nora rushed to deposit her twenty-liter jug beneath the recently vacant flowing tap after which she turned to its former

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

I hoped for all their lives, they could sleep as much as they wished, whenever and wherever they wanted. "All right. If Sleeping Beauty is awake now, maybe she can be persuaded to shower together?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't call me that. I'm so not a Sleeping Beauty." "Then my Cinderella." He grinned as he lifted me up from the bed and carried me to the master bathroom. "My lovely Cinderella who I found all on my own." "With my scent, that you remembered. Because I found you first." I reached up and tweaked his nose. "Fine. I'm afraid of what other princess names you're going to call me. Cinderella isn't too bad, all things considered."