Chapter 12
OSWALD
WHAT VOODOO WITCH had I ticked off in this life or a previous one to make my fate so crappy? When gold-digging step-mother number four said she'd take care of my nanny problem, I'd been stupid enough to believe her. I figured she'd been up to no good, but I didn't expect her to send over her daughter to my house and force me to use her as a nanny. Was my father's money not enough for them? Now they wanted to get their greedy hands in my pockets too.
Her mother had already redecorated their house twice! He'd spent more than a hundred thousand dollars on furniture since he married the woman. I figured she had a hidden storage unit somewhere, and she saved all the cast-off furniture so when they eventually divorced, as he always did, she'd have herself a nice little nest egg of secondhand supplies. She might not have been the prettiest woman he'd married, but I saw the gleam in her eyes, making her the smartest.