"No matter how outlandish my demands were, she had to agree, for fear of being the talk of the town. But no matter what she did, she was still my stepmom."
Nobody in this family had their happily ever after.
Why should Clara think she's entitled to everything? And to take it all for granted!
Clara let out a derisive snort, eyeing Ivy with disdain. "You're getting exactly what you deserve. You know it's karma, right? All because your mom married my dad."
Ivy lay face down, paralyzed. She clenched her eyes shut, no longer wanting to engage in anything Clara had to say.
"Why the silent treatment? Feeling guilty, are we? Even you can feel the shame. It's all down to your wretched mother. So, everything I'm doing to you now is just claiming what should've been mine all along. Had you not stolen my spotlight, had you not taken what was rightfully mine, how could you possibly be with Balfour now? Go on, gloat, you bitch!"
At her most furious, Clara grabbed Ivy's hair and slapped her hard across the face. "There, two slaps that balance the books, perfectly symmetrical, how beautiful. Oh, I wonder what Balfour would think seeing you so pitiful?"
Ivy bit her lip, silent, now utterly confused about what Clara really wanted. If this was just a simple kidnapping to vent her anger, why bring up Balfour?
Clara pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Ivy in her sorry state.
"Are you going to show him?" A taste of iron filled Ivy's throat as she said.
"Yeah, it wasn't my original plan, but seeing you like this, such a spectacle, it would be a shame if I were the only one to enjoy it. Isn't your pretty face what pleases Balfour? Will he still love you when he sees it all broken?"
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