The Boy I Raised Now Owns Me

Three months after I married the wealthy Eleanor, she passed away.

She left behind a vast fortune and a rebellious teenage son.

Caleb was volatile and sullen, filled with an intense hatred for me, his stepfather.

To force me out, he'd put cleaner in my food, scatter cockroaches on my bed—he stopped at nothing.

But I didn't care. I continued to dutifully look after him.

Finally, when Caleb turned eighteen, I had fulfilled his mother's dying wish. I packed my things, ready to leave.

But Caleb, eyes red, tackled me onto the bed.

"Didn't you promise my mom you'd always take care of me?"