My Stepmother Turned Me into a Statue for My Father

My father suffered from serious manic depression.

When I was eight, my house was robbed and my mother was killed. I became blind while shielding my father from being stabbed.

I became the only solace for my father after that.

Anyone who hurt me would suffer my father's wrath.

When my classmate made fun of me for being blind, her thermos suddenly exploded a few days later and she was blinded. When the class bully targeted me, he was found lying in an alley the next day. Something had dropped on him from a high building that broke his limbs.

Not long after, my father achieved great success in his career. He was known for being a sharp businessman.

I continued to be the most important person to him. Whoever dared touch a hair on me was as good as dead.

I was lucky that a top medical research center overseas successfully came up with a treatment to restore my eyesight. On the day they removed my bandages, I received my father's wedding invitation.

[Rina, I found you a new mother. We'll both dote on you when you come home.]

My father told me how gentle and kind my new mother was and how much he looked forward to us meeting each other. I was touched and specially prepared a present for her.

However, she instructed her bodyguards to abduct me and bring me to an abandoned factory.

"Of all the things to learn in life, how dare a young girl like you learn to seduce another woman's husband? How shameless! How dare you steal something that belonged to my husband's late wife? I'll skin you alive!"

My present was flung to the ground and destroyed.

She ordered her bodyguards to force themselves on me and broke my bones. She skinned me alive and put plaster all over me to turn me into a statue. She then put me into an exquisite gift box to give to my father as a surprise.

"Sweetheart, this is the vixen you've kept hidden from me. I turned her into an angel statue. You can see her every night if you put her in your bedroom. You won't need to sneak out to see her.

Today was my father's wedding day.

When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd.

It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother.

My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

It was a coincidence that she looked similar to my mother. The moment I saw her, I felt close to her.

I smiled, wanting to give her the present in my hand. However, I did not expect her to slap me angrily. "You sure have a pretty little face! Is that why you like seducing men publicly?!"

What did she just say?

She stomped on my present while I stood there, stunned. I stumbled and fell sitting on the ground.

Brenda gave me a vicious kick to the stomach.

"Urgh! What are you doing, Brenda?" I screamed in pain and questioned her while yelling her name.

She sneered and looked down at me with crossed arms. "How dare you call my name after being bold enough to seduce my man? Is it a habit of mistresses now to challenge a wife openly like this? You're a brazen one, aren't you, you vixen?"

Brenda raised her leg and stepped down hard on my face.

"I'm warning you! I'll be marrying Wilson Corman in a few hours. It doesn't matter how beautiful you dress up, you won't be able to take him away from me!"

"Mmph… I'm not…"

I was finally able to catch my breath after I scratched her calf. I yelled furiously at her, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Why would I seduce my own father?!"