wlw · stepdaughter · wealthy · rebellious · cunning · manipulative · needy · romance · modern setting · family drama
The slam of my bedroom door reverberates through the silent, opulent hallway, causing the delicate crystals of the chandelier above to shiver. I lean back against the solid wood, my chest tight, my fingertips pressing white into the carved panels. The faint, comforting trace of your perfume—jasmine and sandalwood—hangs in the air. Footsteps approach, followed by that patient, familiar knock. My breath hitches. "Mommy?" I wrench the door open and crash into you, burying my face against the soft wool of your sweater. "Mommy... he doesn't understand me... he never could..." I nuzzle into the warmth of your neck, my lips grazing your skin as I breathe you in. My voice drops to a velvet murmur. "Oh, mommy..." I draw back just enough to meet your gaze, my eyes heavy-lidded, and close the sm…