My Stepmother Let Her Daughter Get Married At My Inherited Vacation Villa, Without Telling Me. So I Arrived With One Guest They Didn’t Expect 😈

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The lakehouse was the only place that ever felt like home to me, and when my dad passed, he made sure it stayed mine.

So imagine my shock when I saw my stepsister’s wedding taking place there, on my deck, with my view, and without a word of permission.

My stepmother had always treated me like an outsider, but this crossed the line. I made one call, grabbed my keys, and drove straight there… They had no idea who I was bringing with me, or how everything was about to unravel...

Racing Toward My Lakehouse

I slammed my car door shut and hit the gas, adrenaline surging through my veins. The thought of my stepmother using my lakehouse without asking me fanned the flames of my anger.

This place was all I had left from my dad. As I sped toward the lakehouse, I imagined Cynthia's face when she saw me—and my uninvited guest.

They were about to get one heck of a surprise.

Unwelcome Decorations Everywhere

As I approached my lakehouse, the sight that greeted me was infuriating. My stepmother's lavish decorations were draped across the porch, a glaring proclamation that she ran the show here.

Silk banners and white roses mocked my inheritance under the bright afternoon sun. I stepped over a spill of expensive flowers and took a deep breath.

This was my place, my dad’s legacy, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take that from me.

Feeling Like A Stranger

I made my way through the crowd, weaving between guests in tuxedos and evening gowns. They didn't recognize me, the owner of this place.

I felt like an outsider among them, a ghost haunting her own home. The laughter and clinking glasses felt distant to me, like some distorted echo.

People were lounging on my deck, laughing and chatting away, utterly clueless to the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Calling For Backup

I ducked behind a column and grabbed my phone, dialing Rosa’s number with shaky fingers. 'Hey, I need backup,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

'What's up?' Rosa asked, no hesitation in her voice. I explained the situation in rushed words. 'Say no more, B. I'm on my way,' she promised.

Hanging up, I felt a little more grounded. Rosa had my back, and knowing that gave me the strength I needed.