The Kept Womans Reckoning

At seven, my mother married a rich man, throwing me into their opulent world.

I was supposed to call him "Dad," and get a new life.

Instead, I met Ethan, my new stepbrother, a teenager with eyes like ice chips.

That very day, he shoved me into an infinity pool, sneering, "Know your place."

My own mother, too busy solidifying her new status, hissed, "Don't embarrass me," and locked me in a utility closet.

For the next decade, the Sterling mansion became my gilded cage.

Ethan systematically made my life hell: torn homework, pushes downstairs, humiliating chores like cleaning his muddy shoes.

I became a ghost in the vast house.

When my mother was brutally discarded, I lost everything, plummeting into poverty.

But Ethan' s torment didn't stop; it followed me, escalating from cyberbullying to physical threats that nearly cost me my life.