“I’m sorry about your mother,” Sara said, mastering her voice. “But I had nothing to do with—”
Sara’s blood chilled. Richard, her current husband, had mentioned a niece. An orphan. Coming to stay for “a few weeks.” He hadn’t mentioned she looked like Chloe’s vengeful twin.
“Sara? What’s all the noise?”
“Now you have two choices,” Ivy said, her voice already thickening. “Let me die, and spend the rest of your life in prison for my murder. Or…” She swayed, clutching the banister. “Call an ambulance. Save me. And spend the rest of your life knowing I own you.”
Sara had one second to decide: villain or savior. The stepmother 3 sara stone
Ivy uncorked the bottle. The smell of bitter almonds and roses filled the foyer. She raised it to her lips.
Here is the story based on your prompt: The Stepmother 3: Sara Stone . “I’m sorry about your mother,” Sara said, mastering
Not by Sara’s hand—not this time. The papers called it a “tragic swimming pool accident.” The police called it “inconclusive.” But Sara, who had survived two husbands and three stepchildren, called it what it was: a warning.