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My best friend sent me a wedding invitation, coincidentally for the same day as mine.
Upon closer inspection, I realized we were marrying into the same family.
However... I was marrying the older one, and she was marrying the younger one.
"Your taste is awful, how could you go for an old geezer?"
"Your taste isn't any better. At least the old man is healthy. The sickly one you're marrying might kick the bucket any day now."
After marrying in, we discovered that this family's harmonious facade masked a cesspool of filth.
It wasn't until we found hundreds of women's corpses in the basement that we realized this was all just a plot against us.

I Became My Best Friend's Stepmom

I sweat profusely, my pajamas sticking uncomfortably to my back.


But at this moment, I couldn't care about that. Trying to appear calm, I asked:


"Why are you here? Isn't it too late to be up?"


Wylie's golden wire-rimmed glasses obscured half his face, and with the dim lighting, I couldn't make out his expression.


"Stepmom, why aren't you sleeping in your room? What are you doing out here?"


Meeting the man's probing gaze, I shuddered.


This man... it's impossible to tell what he's thinking.


"What sound? It's the middle of the night, everyone's asleep. There are no sounds."


"I was feeling thirsty and wanted to get some water, but I couldn't find the kitchen."


I explained calmly, not daring to let Wylie see through my lie.


"I'll take you there. Why didn't you ask the maid if you couldn't find it?"


As Wylie was about to lead me to the kitchen, I didn't dare follow him and quickly waved my hand in refusal.


Chapter 6