My step father was born in a rich family, but he was very lavish, and it was his fourth marriage. I opened the door, and I saw a woman. It was my step mother. Although it was the first time I saw her, she was the picture of my real step mother. It sounds shameless, but I got the urge to fall on her bosom as I used to do when I was young.<br><br>When I looked at the miserable figure of my step father who had past away of falling from a horse, I wondered why my step mother and she had been attracted by such a person. The next day, a gorgeous carriage arrived at the house. It was from my grand step father. He would take care of us because my house was already mortgaged. I didn't know at that time, but he had another reason to take care of us. He didn't have any man relative. Therefore, he call me to make me an heir. In this way, my step mother and I went to the step grandfather's house.

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