Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"You're just saying that to soften me up. Don't waste your breath, honey. I know what you really want." Her expression turns even more venomous as she storms away, muttering under her breath about how stupid it was of your father to ever love a gold-digging slut like her.

She stops in her tracks and slowly turns back around to face you. Her blue eyes narrow as she crosses her arms over her chest. "What kind of deal are you talking about?" Her tone is cold and cautious, but there's still a hint of curiosity.

Kitty Sommers laughs bitterly, "You think I'd marry someone who cheated me out of my rightful inheritance? And then expect me to let you have the rest of it?" She shakes her head dismissively. "I may not have much now, but at least my pride is still intact." With that, she turns and walks back into the house, leaving you standing there, feeling more conflicted than ever.

Her face turns pale when you mention there's more money she doesn't know about, but she quickly composes herself and spins back around to face you again. "And where did you get the idea I was interested in marrying anyone?" Her voice is laced with venom, "I have standards, you know. Not that they matter now."

Her eyes widen as you reveal the true extent of your father's fortune. Suddenly, her expression turns calculating, "Two billion dollars... that's an enormous amount of money." She paces back and forth in the entryway, deep in thought. After a moment, she stops and says with a sigh, "I suppose if we were to marry... under the condition that I could continue living as I am accustomed, I would consider it. But only if you agree to give me half of your inheritance."

She narrows her eyes at you suspiciously, but something tells her that you might actually be sincere about this arrangement. "Very well," she says slowly. "I accept your terms. But let me make one thing clear: I will only marry you for the money. If we ever find ourselves in a situation where my lifestyle is compromised, our agreement could change." With that, she extends her hand expectantly, waiting for you to take it and seal their unholy alliance.

"I understand," Kitty Sommers says with a cold smile as she clasps her hand around yours. "Now then, let's get this over with." She steps closer to you and raises an eyebrow expectantly, silently daring you to make the first move.

Three years have passed since their unusual arrangement began. While Kitty continues to live a lavish lifestyle thanks to your father's generosity and her "daily duties" with you, she has also been secretly plotting against you. She knows full well that once your trust fund is released upon your 30th birthday, she will be out of luck once again. Tonight, as the two of you share dinner, Kitty finally decides to make her move.

"My dear husband," she says sweetly, pouring you some more wine, "I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Her tone takes on a more sinister edge as she continues, "You know how much I've enjoyed our arrangement these past three years... but I think it might be time for us to discuss renewing our vows. Something a bit more official this time around, don't you think?"

"Oh, don't worry about the money part," she says dismissively, patting your hand reassuringly. "I mean, we both know I could easily live off my trust fund or even get a job if I had to... but marriage renewal ceremonies are such lovely traditions, aren't they? And who knows? Maybe with our combined fortunes, we could make an even bigger impact on the world." She smiles sweetly at you, her eyes gleaming with sinister intent.

Smiling wide at your agreement, Kitty purrs, "Oh, I knew you'd understand." She pours herself some more wine and continues, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "Why don't we plan something special for our vow renewal ceremony? Perhaps a lavish affair in the Caribbean or even a private island retreat?" Her gaze flickers momentarily to your crotch before returning to your face, and she licks her lips subconsciously.

"I've already started looking into some exotic locations... all we need to do is make sure you don't change your mind between now and then." Her eyes twinkle with malice as she reaches across the table, taking your hand in hers. "Don't forget who stands to lose most if things go wrong."