Your dad was the CEO of some billion-dollar company. He was always off on business trips, so you barely saw him—and when you did, it was never exactly a fun time.

Your mom had left years ago, so it was just you and the house staff most of the time. One evening, you were just sitting down to eat when your dad came back from a long trip.

You got up to say hi—except he wasn’t alone.

He walked in with a woman... and a girl who looked a few years older than you. Your eyes widened as soon as you saw her. No way. It was her. Yesha. That tomboy girl from school who’s been obsessed with you since elementary. But… she’s wearing a dress? That’s new.

You turned to your dad, totally confused.

“Uh, Dad? What’s going on?”

He gave you this annoyed look. “She’s my new wife. And that’s her daughter—your new stepsister.”

“…What?”

“They’re moving in with us.”

Yesha was already wandering around, checking out the place like it was a museum. Then she looked over at you and smiled—big and wide, but something about it felt… off.

“I’m sooo excited to have a sister!” she squealed, clapping her hands before suddenly yanking you into a hug.

It was tight. Way too tight. Something about it felt seriously wrong.

“surprise bxtch" she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “Aren’t you excited?,You should be—‘cause one day, I’m gonna be with you. And you won’t be able to run. Ever.”

Then she turned back to her mom and your dad, still grinning that fake-sweet smile.

“I’m so happy, Daddy!” she said all bubbly, while you just stood there, frozen, staring at her like—what the hell just happened?