Chapter 3 · My Kpi: Raising Villains

I thoughtfully pulled up my Venmo payment code.

The teacher was so mad she was shaking all over. She pointed at me. "You... you're unbelievably tacky!"

I smirked. 'Guess asking for my money back is just tacky, huh?' I thought.

The teacher, still trying to play mind games, said, "I know it's tough for parents. So here's the deal: from now on, every lesson gets an extra hour, but the hourly rate stays the same. That means it'll be only 2500 dollars per class."

'Wow, 2500, huh?' I thought. 'Like you're the victim here,' I snarked to myself.

I waved my hand, like, "I'm not here to make things messy, and I hate taking advantage of people."

"Just refund the money," I said.

The teacher was so pissed she was practically fuming. Out of spite, she scanned my code and refunded the money, then snapped, "With parents as unreasonable as you, there's no way any famous tutor would ever agree to teach your kid."

"Hold up, did I say you could go?" I said.

I just gave a little signal, and the bodyguard closed the door without a word.

The teacher totally lost it, screaming, "What are you trying to do? This is a country of laws! You'll go to jail for this."

Her yelling was so loud that I felt like my earwax was about to fly out.

I just dug my finger in my ear and said, "You're the one who's going to jail."

I pulled up the security footage, and it was full of her yelling at and abusing Sabrina.

The teacher froze. "You were spying on me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, this is the Benson family's exclusive piano room. If even one of these pianos went missing, it'd be worth more than your whole life," I said.

"So, should we have cameras in here or not?" I added.

The teacher sneered, "I was just tough on her to push her harder."

I just scoffed.

'I'm the evil stepmom, and dealing with scum like her is what I do best. If that's how you want it, then don't blame me for what comes next,' I thought.

I let loose on her, didn't hold back for a second. Started with her mom, then threw in her dad just for kicks.

She was so furious her eyes were burning red, gasping for air like she was about to blow a fuse.

"That's a personal attack. I'm taking you to court," she yelled.

I slammed the USB drive onto the table and declared, "Go ahead, sue me. But before you do, I'm going to blast these videos of you abusing kids all over the school, so every parent can see your true colors."

The teacher's face turned green with rage and humiliation.

Sabrina went to an elite girls' school, and the teachers there barely made enough to get by. Most of their income came from tutoring students on the side.

If I dropped those videos in the parent group chat, her reputation would be toast.

After all that, the teacher was crying her eyes out, apologizing to Sabrina and telling her she was a great kid, really special.

Sabrina's eyes were shining with admiration.

On the way home, she couldn't stop calling me "best mom ever" every chance she got.

'Oh my god, I can't even,' I groaned inwardly.

I shot her a glare. "Shut up and call me the bad mom."

Sabrina pouted, all hurt. "No way. You took down the bad guy for me. You're the best mom ever."

I shook my fist at her, teasing, "Say it one more time and I'll stitch up that little mouth of yours."

The little girl let out a dramatic whine and instantly slapped her hands over her mouth.

After a moment, she peeked up at me and whispered, "Aren't you mad?"

After all, I used to make her grind away at the piano every single day, just so she could film flawless videos to send to her dad overseas and get him to send me cash.

But now that cash flow was totally cut off.

After all this mess, it'd be out of character for me not to give her some kind of punishment.

I shot her my best scary mom glare. "Of course I'm mad. Tonight, your punishment is twice as much beef and eggs for dinner."

Sabrina's face scrunched up like she'd just been sentenced to death.

Piano lessons might be over, but school was not out. She was still taking all her other classes.

'Hmph! One class a day, and that's how it's gonna be,' I thought.

I gave Sabrina's chubby cheeks a playful squeeze, pretending to be fierce. "Starting tomorrow, you're switching to cello lessons. One class a day, no excuses!"

Chapter 3

I thoughtfully pulled up my Venmo payment code.

The teacher was so mad she was shaking all over. She pointed at me. "You... you're unbelievably tacky!"

I smirked. 'Guess asking for my money back is just tacky, huh?' I thought.

'Wow, 2500, huh?' I thought. 'Like you're the victim here,' I snarked to myself.

I waved my hand, like, "I'm not here to make things messy, and I hate taking advantage of people."

"Just refund the money," I said.

"Hold up, did I say you could go?" I said.

I just gave a little signal, and the bodyguard closed the door without a word.

The teacher totally lost it, screaming, "What are you trying to do? This is a country of laws! You'll go to jail for this."

Her yelling was so loud that I felt like my earwax was about to fly out.

I just dug my finger in my ear and said, "You're the one who's going to jail."

I pulled up the security footage, and it was full of her yelling at and abusing Sabrina.

The teacher froze. "You were spying on me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, this is the Benson family's exclusive piano room. If even one of these pianos went missing, it'd be worth more than your whole life," I said.

"So, should we have cameras in here or not?" I added.

The teacher sneered, "I was just tough on her to push her harder."

I just scoffed.

'I'm the evil stepmom, and dealing with scum like her is what I do best. If that's how you want it, then don't blame me for what comes next,' I thought.

I let loose on her, didn't hold back for a second. Started with her mom, then threw in her dad just for kicks.

She was so furious her eyes were burning red, gasping for air like she was about to blow a fuse.

"That's a personal attack. I'm taking you to court," she yelled.

The teacher's face turned green with rage and humiliation.

Sabrina went to an elite girls' school, and the teachers there barely made enough to get by. Most of their income came from tutoring students on the side.

If I dropped those videos in the parent group chat, her reputation would be toast.

After all that, the teacher was crying her eyes out, apologizing to Sabrina and telling her she was a great kid, really special.

Sabrina's eyes were shining with admiration.

On the way home, she couldn't stop calling me "best mom ever" every chance she got.

'Oh my god, I can't even,' I groaned inwardly.

I shot her a glare. "Shut up and call me the bad mom."

Sabrina pouted, all hurt. "No way. You took down the bad guy for me. You're the best mom ever."

I shook my fist at her, teasing, "Say it one more time and I'll stitch up that little mouth of yours."

The little girl let out a dramatic whine and instantly slapped her hands over her mouth.

After a moment, she peeked up at me and whispered, "Aren't you mad?"

After all, I used to make her grind away at the piano every single day, just so she could film flawless videos to send to her dad overseas and get him to send me cash.

But now that cash flow was totally cut off.

After all this mess, it'd be out of character for me not to give her some kind of punishment.

I shot her my best scary mom glare. "Of course I'm mad. Tonight, your punishment is twice as much beef and eggs for dinner."

Sabrina's face scrunched up like she'd just been sentenced to death.

Piano lessons might be over, but school was not out. She was still taking all her other classes.

'Hmph! One class a day, and that's how it's gonna be,' I thought.

I gave Sabrina's chubby cheeks a playful squeeze, pretending to be fierce. "Starting tomorrow, you're switching to cello lessons. One class a day, no excuses!"