I Became My Enemy’s Stepmother

When my sister died, I was only eighteen.

Her body was delivered to our front yard along with a suitcase full of cash and a short, arrogant note at the bottom of the case.

"She's dead. The livestream money goes to her family."

I held her lifeless body, not shedding a single tear.

That day, I took the money, dropped out of school, and began preparing to leave the country.

Relatives called me cold-blooded, accusing me of indifference toward the sister who raised me. They said I didn’t even care to investigate the cause of her death.

I slammed the door shut with a loud bang, telling them to mind their own business.

What was there to investigate?

The entire internet had witnessed her death through a live broadcast. Everyone knew.

She had been humiliated and shamed after intimate videos of her, with multiple men, were streamed online. She had taken her own life out of despair.

In my suitcase, along with two changes of clothes, I packed that note and a photograph of Victoria Beaumont.

Victoria Beaumont, you had better wait for me.

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Victoria Beaumont was arrogant and flamboyant. She was a social media star, but not the kind that sold products.

Her videos were filled with displays of her opulent lifestyle and romantic escapades.

Everyone knew Gideon Blackwood was her fiancé. Victoria was spoiled, and Gideon indulged her every whim.

They were the perfect couple in the eyes of the world—he was dashing, she was beautiful, and their families were equally prominent. Everyone saw them as a match made in heaven.

Gideon, however, was a notorious playboy. While he doted on Victoria, it didn’t stop him from flirting with others on the side.

A month ago, rumors swirled that Gideon had slept with a minor celebrity. Not long after, the woman was reportedly sold into human trafficking. When they found her, she had been brutally dismembered—a horrifying fate.

That incident led to one of the most public and severe arguments between Victoria and Gideon. They had even fought loudly in front of others.

Yet, within a month, Gideon had won her back with his extravagant displays of affection, funded, of course, by his wealth.

The two reconciled and returned together to Beaumont Manor.

Shortly after they entered the grand estate, I walked in as well, arm in arm with Sir Reginald Beaumont.

The moment Victoria saw me, she froze in shock. "Who is she?"

Sir Reginald gently patted my waist and said calmly, “Victoria, she’s your new mother.”

Victoria stormed up to me, her face twisted with rage, and slapped me hard across the face. “My mother? Her? As if she’s worthy!”

Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled and fell into Sir Reginald’s arms for support.

His expression darkened instantly. “Victoria, what nonsense are you pulling now?”

Gideon quickly stepped forward, trying to steady Victoria. “Victoria, calm down.”

She shoved him away with a sneer. “Calm down? That tramp is already in my house! Don’t tell me you’ve gone and married her, you senile old fool!”

Sir Reginald's face turned crimson, humiliated in front of Gideon by his own daughter. His fury was palpable.

“Victoria Beaumont! Whom I marry is none of your concern.”

Victoria pointed a trembling finger at me, her eyes blazing with contempt. “You little tramp. You dare seduce my father? Do you believe I won’t kill you?”

Terrified, I buried myself deeper into Sir Reginald’s arms.

He took a deep breath, his voice cold as he addressed me. “Go upstairs and change into something more comfortable. I need a word with Victoria alone.”

I nodded, sniffling, and made my way upstairs.

As soon as I stepped into the master bedroom, a large hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me into a warm embrace.

I looked up, and my eyes met Gideon Blackwood’s piercing gaze.