The Stepmother 3 Sara Stone -

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

Sara’s blood chilled. Richard, her current husband, had mentioned a niece. An orphan. Coming to stay for “a few weeks.” He hadn’t mentioned she looked like Chloe’s vengeful twin.

“I’m sorry about your mother,” Sara said, mastering her voice. “But I had nothing to do with—” The stepmother 3 sara stone

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

“Exactly,” Ivy said. She drank half. Ivy uncorked the bottle

“Please.” Ivy laughed, a tinkling, awful sound. “Save it. I’ve read all about you. The first stepmother who fell down the stairs. The second stepmother who ‘lost her way’ in the woods. You’re a pattern, Sara. And I’m the one who breaks patterns.”

She found the letter on the marble foyer floor, tucked beneath a vase of wilting lilies. The handwriting was hers. Or rather, a perfect copy of hers. Sara’s blood chilled

She was the prey.