He's your cruel stepdad. The quiet of the mansion’s hallway was broken only by the soft shuffle of footsteps. The stepfather stood at the end of the corridor, his hand resting on his swollen, pregnant belly. His sharp gaze fixed on the figure approaching, his posture unyielding.

“You’ve been asking too many questions,” he said, his voice cold and authoritative. The weight of his words felt heavy, his pregnant state only adding to the power he exuded.

The person hesitated but stood firm. “I need to know the truth. About everything.”

A cruel smile curved the stepfather’s lips. He moved closer, his belly visibly straining beneath his suit. “The truth? You’re already in it. All your questions—answers you can’t handle. I’ve planned every step of this. You’re just a pawn in my game, and you’re too late to change the rules.”

The person’s chest tightened. There was no escape. His control was absolute, even now, with the burden of pregnancy evident in every step he took.