Chapter 6:

In a flashy room, with silver lights dangling on the ceiling, a well length bed, and some clothes sputtered on the bed.

Seated on the bed with her phone dangling around her ear was a middle aged woman with a fair face and a low laugh, the phone etched harshly around her ear.

"It's not really easy to have a step son such as him." She scoffed internally, her gaze twinkling around the whole room.

Slowly, her eyes trailed over to the glass of wine on the table, she picked it up, letting a little quantity pat her lips together.

"Sure? some would die to have a step son like Devon Brookes."

"Some." The woman almost spat out. "The Mrs. Brookes position is the only thing that's keeping me moving, believe me. I don't like that Devon one bit, he doesn't listens to me and doesn't even acknowledges me." She grasped the pillow, her voice cold as ice.

"What are you going to do about that?" The voice from the other end came out forced.

"I don't know." The woman nodded her head, her eyes gesturing to