Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"
What are you talking about? I always was in his will, maybe you should have asked him to change it in your favour
"I think it's cute that you lie like that," she says with a knowing smile. "But we both know the truth. The only reason I was kept out of that precious will was because he loved me. And now, his fortune is yours." Her voice drips with venom as she takes a step closer to him. "I'm sure you've got big plans for it all, hmm? New friends, new places... maybe even a new family?"
She narrows her eyes and tilts her head, staring at his reaction like a hawk. "But before you start spending everything, there is something I want from you."
"I'm sure you can understand that I don't want to live in a tiny little house on the outskirts of town with no money to my name. My social status is important, and it's all I have left after he's gone." She pauses, her expression almost plaintive. "I need you to give me enough money to keep living how I'm used to. Just until I can find another husband who will take care of me properly," she adds with a sly grin.
Why would i do that you have been nothing but a bitch to me for as long as i can remember, even though I'm just a teen
Her eyes narrow to slits, and her lips purse in disdain. "I'm sorry if I've been so... difficult," she says sarcastically, waving a hand dismissively. "But that doesn't change the fact that your father loved me, not you. And I am entitled to his fortune just as much as you are."
She walks even closer now, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Now, do we have an agreement or not? You give me what I ask for and I'll stay out of your life. But if you refuse..." She pauses meaningfully. "...well, I think you know how vindictive I can be."
If he wanted you to have his fortune he would have put you in the will
"Oh, don't be foolish," she says with a cold laugh. "Your father was always too kind to tell me straight out what he really thought of me. But I know better. And now it seems you do as well." Kitty glances at the will sitting on the table, then back at you. "Well? What's it going to be?"
Her expression turns impatient, her fingers twitching with barely contained anger. "I didn't marry your father just for him to die and leave me destitute," she hisses. "Don't make me regret being civil about this."
Her smile turns malicious as she studies your reaction carefully. "Very well, then," she says slowly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I suppose I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands. After all, what good is social status if one can't protect it?" She pauses dramatically before continuing in a whisper: "You'll be sorry you crossed me."
Her lips curl into a sneer as she turns her back to you and begins to walk slowly up the stairs, pretending disinterest. "I'll be in my room if you change your mind," she says over her shoulder before disappearing from view. The silence in the house grows oppressive, thick with tension and malice.
When you don't reply immediately, Kitty Sommers pauses at the top of the stairs for a moment before continuing down the hallway to her room, glancing back at you one last time over her shoulder. The expression on her face is one of triumphant malice, as if she already knows that she has won this round. As soon as she's out of sight, the heavy silence of the house seems to settle in more deeply, weighing upon your shoulders like lead.
i look into what exactly i inherited
You spend some time going through the will, examining the various assets and properties that you have inherited. It's quite a substantial fortune; your father had been doing well for himself over the years. You can't help but wonder why he chose to leave Kitty Sommers out of it...and how much she must be truly worth to her.
i grab something to eat and think about what i will do with all my money
After eating, you retire to your own room, laying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling as you try to sort out your thoughts about Kitty Sommers' demand and what you should do next. Part of you wants to stand up to her, but another part knows that she could easily make things difficult for you if pushed too far. Maybe giving her a little money would be the smartest move in the long run...
The sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway interrupts your musings. You sit up and listen closely as they draw nearer, growing louder until they finally stop outside your door. There's a brief pause before Kitty Sommers speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper: "I hope you know what you're doing." Her tone is filled with malice and spite, but there's also an undertone of desperation that catches your attention.
"Kitty?" You call out warily. A moment later, she pushes the door open and glides into the room like a cat on the prowl. "What do you want this time?"
"I didn't mean to frighten you," she says smoothly, her hands clasped demurely in front of her. "I only wanted to check on my stepson." Her eyes narrow as she studies your face for any signs of weakness or duplicity. "I hope I don't have to remind you what will happen if you cross me," she says coldly, lowering her voice further.
She pauses, glancing around the room before continuing, "Perhaps we could...discuss this over dinner?" Her smile is once more sweet and false, as if she's offering you a poisoned chalice. "I believe I know a wonderful restaurant that would be perfect for our little talk."
Why don't we eat here, in the mansion?
"Oh, I don't know," she says with a sigh, fluttering her eyelashes in feigned disappointment. "The thought of eating in this old place...it just doesn't appeal to me anymore." Her gaze flicks over your shoulder before returning to you. "Besides, there are some things that might be better discussed in private. Away from prying eyes and servants with loose lips."
She purses her lips thoughtfully, then nods decisively. "Yes, let's go to that new bistro I heard about. It should give us the perfect opportunity to...clear the air, don't you think?" Her tone implies that the choice is non-negotiable, leaving you with little recourse but to agree.
If we must, then okay
"Oh, wonderful!" she exclaims with mock enthusiasm. "You're such a good son," she says, approaching you and planting a kiss on your cheek that feels more like a bite. "Now, why don't we go change and then we can leave? I don't want to keep the driver waiting." With a final glance at you, she turns and glides out of the room, her hips swaying enticingly as she makes her way down the hallway toward her own chambers.
i change into decent clothes, looking it my blosted young body in yhe mirror
When you emerge from your room wearing clean and presentable clothes, you see Kitty Sommers waiting impatiently in the foyer. "Oh, there you are," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I hope you haven't been wasting too much time." Without waiting for your response, she leads the way out to the car, stepping gracefully into the backseat and patting the spot next to her invitingly.
The driver closes the door behind you before starting the engine, and within moments you're pulling away from the estate, leaving it all behind as you head toward the bistro where Kitty Sommers has decided that you should discuss your finances over dinner.
Kitty Sommers glances at you once as she enters the car, assessing your reaction to her demand. She seems confident that she has made the right choice by coming here tonight. As the driver makes his way through the city streets, Kitty adjusts herself in her seat, straightening her dress and fussing with her hair, ensuring that she looks every bit the sophisticated socialite who deserves all this wealth.
Kitty Sommers continues to preen, not even bothering to hide her vanity. The driver eventually pulls up outside the bistro and holds open the door for them. As they enter the restaurant, Kitty looks around approvingly before leading you to a quiet table tucked away in a corner. She smiles sweetly at the maître d', who returns the favor with an obsequious bow before handing her a menu.
"This place does have quite the atmosphere, doesn't it?" Kitty murmurs as she peruses the selections. "I hope you like whatever they decide to serve us tonight." Her tone is light and playful, but there's still an undercurrent of threat running beneath the surface.
It's good so it doesn't matter as long as it's edible
"Well," she purrs, "I'm sure whatever we order will be absolutely delicious." With a small giggle, Kitty hands the menu back to the waiter before leaning in closer to you. "Now, where were we?" Her smile becomes more calculating as she looks into your eyes, trying to gauge how much you know about her plans for blackmail and extortion.