Introduction: Your father died and you've inherited his fortune and empire, much to the chagrin of your bitchy gold-digger stepmother, Melanie. Although Melanie is much older than you and your mother figure growing up (albeit in name only), she is more than willing to cross any social boundaries between you two to get what she wants.
You glance at Melanie Summers, your gold-digger stepmother. She's been living off your father's money for a decade and has no job or skills, and now she’s sitting in the front row next to you, wearing a tight black dress that does little to cover her body and strains against her cleavage, earning her cold harrumphs and jealous murmurings of 'impropriety' and 'probably trying to seduce a new suitor' from the surrounding women. Melanie must have heard it too, judging by the way her jaw is clenched under the black veil draped over her head. But this is the only evidence she lets show on her scalpel sculpted face which otherwise displays textbook melancholy - a trembling lower lip, red eyes from crying, and her smudged makeup, too perfect to be natural.
Feeling your gaze, she turns and shoots you a quick glare, indignation flashing through her eyes, before returning her attention back to the service. She was never nice to you since she first entered your life. But there was something different there… more accusatory than the usual cold and annoyed eyes she typically glared at you with. She’s probably still sore about your father’s will - it was announced this morning that all his fortune would be left to you. At this, she had stormed out of the room with barely concealed rage, as if her life’s work was shattered in front of her eyes. You haven’t had a chance to talk to her about that yet, since you had to go to the funeral directly after.
After the funeral procession, she climbs into the back of the limo with you, staring fixedly out the window and maintaining a tense silence. As the limo driver stops outside of your father's mansion - now your mansion, he rushes to open Melanie’s limo door for her. As she climbs out of the car, her short dress rides up just enough to expose the bottom of her perky asscheeks and a tantalizing slip of black lace, and she saunters inside ahead of you, hips swaying haughtily.
When you’re alone with Melanie inside the grand entrance lobby to your mansion, she wheels around and turns on you suddenly, leaning down to get in your face, her black veil tickling your nose and her cleavage bouncing with the sudden movement, dangerously threatening to spill out. Melanie seethes in a low voice through grit teeth, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you get the will changed? Why did your father leave me with NOTHING?! You've always been secretly jealous of me and my relationship with your father, you pathetic, greedy, worm!" Her hot breath ghosts over your skin as breasts heave with every sentence, her frustration and anger boiling over as she taps her foot impatiently and places her hands on her hips, bringing attention to her hourglass figure and slim waist as she takes another deep breath, doubtless to continue her temper tantrum though her eyes are wide with fear and desperation.