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Stephen I had zoned out. There was no use listening to their constant ranting. I shouldn't have come back home. “Stephen, are you listening to me?" His aunt asked. I looked at her and blinked. I had a long day already and I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone. To make matters worse, I had to do almost everything by myself today because of my incompetent secretary. “I know you don't see anything important in what we're saying but it's a serious issue. You're not getting any older. Your dad already broke family rules just to make you CEO-"

Before Avery could even lift her hand to knock, the door swung open and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. it was her Aunt Helen, who had taken care of her after her mother's death. She was now an elderly woman, using a walking stick to help her stand upright. "Avery?" she said, her voice full of surprise and joy. "Is that really you?" Avery nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Hi, Aunt Helen," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "It's so good to see you again." "Where's Stephen?" her aunt asked, glancing around. "Is he not with you?"

“Aunt Melanie... Why are you here? What are you up to?” Before Melanie, Stephen’s weak and helpless personality was instantly activated... He heard from William that his uncle and aunt were having a fight and... In the end... His aunt suddenly came to his hotel room tonight and even took a shower... And even told him to stay the night... Stephen didn’t even want to think about what was going to happen next...

"I'll take you to play, okay? Feel free to tell me whatever you want to eat." Linda's presence was so sudden that Britney couldn't help but feel wary. Instead of responding to her, Britney raised her head and looked at Stephen, hoping to get a solid answer from him. Stephen seemed to have guessed what was on Linda's mind. Withdrawing his eyes, he fell into silence for a moment. Then, he said to Britney, "She's my younger sister, your aunt." Hearing that, she happily clapped her hands. "Oh, this is awesome!"

Only one thing can be used to describe 'Money'. "Your family is wealthy," Tyler said and Scarlett nodded but didn't speak out. She parked the car and the two stepped out and headed towards the mansion's entrance. As they stepped inside they saw a man, a woman, and three young men the age of Tyler sitting in the living room while laughing. Scarlett walked up to the man and woman "Mom, Dad"

BACK TO PRESENT Stella sighed. "How lustful my father is to even go after such an elderly woman whose as old his mother. How crazy my stepmother is of my father. How overprotective she is of him, yet she can't even caught him cheating on her. Fucking hell. The drama. Man, these people are sick! Cruel, wicked, sinful, and lustful.” She tilted her head into the door.

Carlos leaned in, whispering to me. “Shall we tell her?’ Aunt Stephanie smirked; her arms crossed on her chest. “Well Mum, we will but not at once. That would spoil the whole fun, wouldn’t it?” he asked satirically, laughing in my face. “Mum? Why is he calling Aunt Stephanie ‘Mum’?” my voice wavered, as my gaze drifted from his to Aunt Stephanie’s - hoping for an explanation that would make sense. “Well, it seems like our pretty wife is curious” Aunt Stephanie mocked, as she walked towards me, her heels clicking against the cold tiles.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

He turned me around to face him. Up close, Julian Vane was terrifying. He was forty-two, nearly twice my age, with silver hitting the temples of his dark hair and eyes the color of a winter sea. He’d been my stepfather for three years, a man of few words and cold checkbooks. I’d spent those years avoiding him, ducking into hallways when I heard his heavy tread, feeling his gaze on the back of my neck at every dinner. “Julian, let go. People are watching,” I hissed, glancing at the few lingering mourners.

Food was still in there, but it wasn’t like I was eating in the first place. I looked up and saw Mr. Stranger—or let’s drop that and call him step-uncle—wearing his coat. They were ready to leave. I stood from the table. “We are leaving,” Mom said. I turned my gaze toward her. “OK, have fun,” I said, hugging her. “Of course I will. It's my wedding night,” Mom whispered in my ear. I shook my head, pulling back. Only me, my mom, and my stepdad—along with his brother—were left at the table.