Chapter 1

I transmigrated into the role of the evil stepmom, all just to satisfy the system's missions.

Every day, I had my son, Austin Benson, doing laundry and mopping the floors, while my daughter, Sabrina Benson, was busy cleaning windows and pulling weeds.

Then, a year later, my husband brought his old flame home.

I packed my bags, ready to get kicked out, planning to fly to the Maldives and hoping to bump into some hottie hunks.

But his old flame pointed at my suitcase and insisted I leave all my jewelry behind.

Austin said, "Don't worry, Mom. You go first. I'll be right behind you."

Sabrina nodded in agreement. "We don't need this junk. Dad's got a safe. Once I crack it open, I'll send you all the money."

My husband, Lionel Benson, was speechless.

I was like, "Huh?"

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The system said, "Host, just keep playing the wicked stepmom and make their lives miserable.

"Let them suffer, let them despair. Once the male lead brings his old flame home and the two kids are won over by her motherly love, your mission's complete.

"And your reward? Forty years of staying young!"

I was moved to tears.

This system really got women—deep down, we were girls forever.

Honestly, that was way more tempting than money.

As for money, that was the least of my worries.

In this villa, even the smallest piece of decor was worth a million bucks.

When the day came for me to get kicked out, I'd just sneak a few things into my suitcase, and I'd be set for life.

Once I finished this job, I was going to have some fun with hot hunks.

I immediately promised, "Yes, sir. I'll get the job done."

The system happily agreed to throw in three extra perks.

If I ever ran into trouble with the mission, I could call on it for help three times.

I looked at the two little kids in front of me; they couldn't even reach my knees.

I snorted coldly.

Messing with these two was no different than messing with a couple of puppies.

"You, go grab the apples," I ordered, nodding at Austin.

In the future, Austin would be ruthless and decisive, cold as ice. The only people he'd ever truly care about were his sister Sabrina and maybe his birth mom.

But right now, he was just a little chick, all soft and helpless.

He crouched on the carpet, looking totally humiliated, while I lounged on the couch with my legs crossed.

"Feed me," I ordered.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his little mouth pouting in grievance. In the end, he just gave up and, resigned, forked a piece of apple into my mouth.

"Austin, from now on, your snacks are mine," I declared. "Butler, haul all these chips, jellies, and pork snacks to my room."

Austin's chin quivered.

Being the Benson family's heirs, the two kids had more cash than they could ever burn through.

Everything in their lives was pure luxury—clothes, food, even the water they drank was fresh snowmelt from the Alps, loaded with minerals. Their veggies? Grown by an agriculture grad, totally organic.

In short, they never skimped on the good stuff, and both were chubby.

I was going to start by targeting all that chub on those two.

First mission: slim them down.

"You broke your promise!" Austin cried out, his eyes shining with tears.

He blinked back tears, forcing himself to stand tall as he shielded Sabrina behind him.

"We handed over all our pocket money as you asked. You said you wouldn't bully us anymore," he protested.

Before he could finish, Sabrina broke down sobbing.

'Huh?' I thought, a bit taken aback. 'Pocket money?' My eyes lit up at the thought.

I forced myself to stay calm, even though inside I was practically bursting with joy.

"Pocket money. Hand it over," I said slowly, my voice casual but commanding. "And snacks, too."

As soon as I finished, both kids' faces fell. They clenched their fists, frustrated but helpless.

I threw my head back and laughed out loud. 'Knew it,' I thought to myself.