The Stepmother 3 Sara Stone Apr 2026

“Wait,” Sara said, her mind racing. “If you drink that, you’ll die. And I’ll be blamed.”

“From Chloe’s room,” Ivy said. “She left a diary. And a sample. You’re not as clever as you think, Stepmother.”

Ivy uncorked the bottle. The smell of bitter almonds and roses filled the foyer. She raised it to her lips.

The girl smiled. “I’m the new one.” The stepmother 3 sara stone

Sara looked up the spiral staircase. At the top, bathed in the blue glow of a chandelier, stood a girl of about fourteen. Same sharp cheekbones. Same cold, green eyes. But not Chloe.

“I’m sorry about your mother,” Sara said, mastering her voice. “But I had nothing to do with—”

Ivy collapsed into Sara’s arms, her lips turning blue. Her green eyes stayed open, watching, triumphant. “Wait,” Sara said, her mind racing

She dropped the bottle. It shattered on the marble.

Then she screamed for help—loud enough for the neighbors to hear, loud enough for Richard, loud enough for God.

“Good choice,” Ivy whispered. “Now the real game begins.” “She left a diary

You think you’ve won, Sara. But I learned from the best. —C.

A floorboard creaked above her. Not the settling of old wood. The careful, deliberate step of someone who knew exactly where to press.

Sara crushed the paper in her fist. Chloe had been buried yesterday. Unless…