Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Stefan let out a cold laugh. "Cover the expenses? Or use my mom as leverage to control me? You already know the answer."

Michelle chuckled. "If you don't appreciate my kindness, fine. Transfer her wherever you want. But don't expect a single cent from the Snowdens."

"Oh, you'll pay," Stefan said.noveldrama

"What?" Michelle frowned, about to speak, when she suddenly felt a blade press against her neck.

Her expression shifted instantly. "Stefan, are you insane? One phone call, and your mom will be dead in minutes!"

Stefan nodded and smiled. "I believe you. But I just realized something... The Snowdens only have one successor-you. If you die, who do you think will inherit everything?"

"You're dreaming! If you dare lay a hand on me, my dad will make sure you suffer!" Michelle shouted.

"That's not your concern," Stefan said.

Upon seeing the cold intent in his eyes, a wave of fear finally surged through Michelle.

She forced herself to stay calm and locked eyes with him. "What do you want? Your mom's medical bills? Something else?"

Stefan shook his head. "No, none of that matters anymore. My mom's been in a vegetative state for years. Whether she lives or dies doesn't make a difference. You know what I kept thinking about on my way here?"

"W-What?" Michelle stammered.

"I was thinking about how, ever since I can remember, you've treated me like a servant-like a dog to be ordered around and bullied. No matter how much I tried to stay out of your way, you wouldn't let me go. Again and again, you used my mom to manipulate me. Why?" Stefan asked.

As he spoke, the knife pressed harder against Michelle's skin, leaving a thin, bleeding cut.

Michelle winced at the pain, her fear deepening.

"Stefan, put the knife down! I swear I won't mess with you again!" she screamed.

Stefan raised an eyebrow. His voice was eerily calm, devoid of emotion. "You look pretty good when you're scared."

"What... What do you want? I can give you money-more money than you could ever spend in a lifetime!" Michelle offered desperately.

"Money?" Stefan laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, I needed it before. If you had

offered me money when I was

just to

working seven to eight jobs working stay alive, maybe I would've Been grateful. But now? It's too late."

Michelle's face went pale, her body trembling, unable to say another word.

For the first time, she realized Stefan might really kill her.

Her bodyguards stood nearby,

unsure of what to do. None of them

had expected the situation to

escalate this far. If anything

happened to Michelle, Brad Would

never forgive them.

"S-Stefan, think about your mom... Think about the person you like..." Michelle tried.

Stefan sneered. "It's because of the person I like that I refuse to let you control me anymore!"

Michelle was on the brink of breaking down. "What do you want? Killing someone means going to prison!"

"Yeah, I know. But I'm willing to bet Brad Snowden won't let me go down when he finds out I'm the only heir left. I die, the Snowdens lose their only successor," Stefan said.

Michelle's breathing quickened. "He might take it out on your mother instead."

Stefan fell silent, as if considering her words seriously.

At that moment, Michelle's bodyguards began to inch closer, preparing to strike.