My father’s mistress?
Angel.
Years ago, Dad had kicked me out of the house when I was sick, all for Angel. The whole neighborhood knew about It. They’d all condemned her.
After Mom died. Dad and Angel had never stayed at our house in the gated community.
“She’s with an older woman. She’s claiming to be your stepmother. I didn’t want to let them in, but..”
Angel must have bribed him.
Thanks for letting me know,” I said with a smile.
They looked… angry, Ms. Larson. They already went inside. Be careful.”
“Thanks again.” I glanced at his taser. An idea formed in my mind. “Hey, can I buy that from you?”
Before going inside. I checked the security footage. Angel, Hazel, and an older woman were sitting in the living room. The older woman was picking up my antiques, slipping one into her purse.
I saved the footage.
Then I walked to the front door, punched in the code, and burst in, waving the taser.
Intruder! Get out! Get out!” I screamed, swinging the taser wildly.
There were screams, then a familiar voice.
“Cecilia! Stop it! It’s me! It’s your stepmother!”
I pretended to be surprised. “Aunt Jean? What are you doing here?”
Aunt Jean’s face was red, covered in welts. She glared at me. “You little brat! How dare you attack your elders? You’ll be punished for this!”
“You startled me! I saw people in the living room and thought they were burglars! I have all these antiques, you know! Anyone could just walk in and steal them!” I said, my voice trembling with faux–fear.
Aunt Jean instinctively clutched her purse.
She cleared her throat. “Cecilia, why did you cremate your father so quickly? You should have notified the family.”
“Family? Grandma’s dead. Who else is there?”
“Cecilia, Jean is your aunt! Your father’s sister! Have some respect!” Angel chimed in.
Reborn. My Family Tried to Bury Me. So I Hurned In All Down!
We dont share the saine parents. I said, rolling my eyes.
My paternal grandfather had died when I was young. My grandmother had remarried, and Aunt Jean was her new husband’s daughter from a previous relationship. We weren’t related.
“Cecilia Aunt Jean yelled, her face turning red. Angel patted her shoulder, reminding her to focus.
Aunt Jean took a deep breath, composing herself. Your father is gone, Cecilia. Someone needs to handle his affairs. I heard you took all his money. That’s not right. You need to share it with Angel.”
“Why?” I laughed. “She wasn’t even legally married to my father.”
rd already checked with Dad’s lawyer. They’d planned to get the marriage license the day before the wedding.
What a shame.
“But they were going to get married! Aunt Jean insisted.
They weren’t, though, were they? And the law doesn’t recognize their relationship. Why should I give her anything?”
Aunt Jean’s face turned purple.
Angel put on her best innocent act. “Cecilia, honey, it’s not about the money. It’s just.. well..” She patted her stomach, her voice trailing off.
Just spit it out, Angel.
Hazel jumped in. “My mom is pregnant! With your father’s child! Even if you don’t give her any of the inheritance, the baby has a right to it!”
I laughed. “And who’s going to prove that’s my father’s child?”
“I will!” Aunt Jean said. “Cecilia, we’re trying to be nice to you because you’re just a child. But we could easily take this to court!”
I laughed even harder. “Go ahead, then.”
“You’re insane!” Aunt Jean grabbed Angel’s hand and stormed towards the door. “I told you this wouldn’t work! She’s a monster! We’ll get a lawyer!”
“Hold on,” I called out.
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