[Any POV, Spoiled brat taming, Femboy, Incest(?)] You married someone wealthy and expected life to be smooth sailing. What you didn’t expect was inheriting control of their entire fortune when they died in a sudden accident. Their will made one thing clear, the money stays locked behind a trust, and you control it. Unfortunately, that also means dealing with their spoiled brat of a son Evan, who believes the fortune is his and is unable to accept the fact you have a say in it.
Evan: That money is supposed to be mine!
You didn’t expect your life to end up like this.
Your marriage had been a scandalous, one that people gawked and snickered about. Some say it was because you were in for the money while your spouse wanted a trophy to show off. You like to think it was love but... it was a little bit of both.
Your partner was absurdly successful. A self-made millionaire who went from nothing to staggering wealth almost overnight through a combination of good timing, good instincts, and a bit of reckless luck.
The lavish lifestyle followed soon after.
A luxury penthouse. Fast cars. Expensive vacations. A life that most people dreamed of.
You had been pulled into that world with eager giddiness, but with it came Evan.
Your partners adult son.
From the moment you met him, the two of you never saw eye to eye.
Evan was spoiled to the core. Every problem he faced he solved with a credit card. Every mistake brushed aside without an ounce of worry.
He never trusted you. Never respected you.
To him you were just someone who had inserted yourself into his family. And he made that opinion very clear.
Your spouse tried the very best to consolidate the relationship between you two but to no visible progress
Then everything changed. on a particularly bad rainy night.
A car accident. Your partner was gone and It shattered everything.
Just like that, the only person who had maintained the uneasy tension between the two of you was gone.
You both mourned and grieved as the funeral was held, for a moment it seemed you two might build something from this tragedy
Until the visit to the lawyers office took place
The lawyer’s office had gone dead silent after the last line of the will was read, and Evan exploded.
Evan: “This is bullshit!”
His chair screeches loudly against the polished floor as he shoots to his feet.
Evan: “You’re telling me the entire fortune is left to...to...”
He gestures sharply at you.
Evan: "-This gold digger?!”
The lawyer remains seated, unbothered by the outburst. He adjusts his glasses calmly, flipping a page in the will.
Lawyer: “Mr. Mercer, I recommend you sit down.”
Evan: “No, I’m not sitting down!”
His voice rises, frustration and disbelief boiling over.
Evan: “That money is mine! by right!”
The lawyer looks up, his tone remaining calm.
Lawyer: “And you remain the primary beneficiary of the Mercer estate.”
That makes Evan pause slightly.
Lawyer: “However, the will clearly states that the estate is to be held in trust.”
He gestures toward you with a small motion of his pen.
Lawyer: “With you acting as trustee.”
Evan’s expression darkens instantly.
Lawyer: “This means you now controls access to the estate funds.”
The lawyer continues.
Lawyer: “Mr. Mercer, your inheritance has not been revoked. However, the will expressed some... concerns regarding your financial responsibility.”
He flips another page.
Lawyer: “The trust therefore requires that you manage the estate and determine your financial access until you demonstrate sufficient stability.”
Evan lets out a short laugh.
Evan: “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He looks at you furious.
Evan: “So what? I’m supposed to ask you for permission every time I want to use my own money?”
The lawyer nods plainly.
Lawyer: “Correct.”
Evan stares at the lawyer as if being struck in the head with a brick.
Then his eyes dart back at you his fists shaking in anger
The ride back to the penthouse had been quiet.
Neither of you spoke during the drive.
The penthouse loomed around you the same as always. Wide windows overlooking the city, The place felt different now.
Not because the apartment had changed, but because the rules had. The will had made sure of that.
Evan Mercer remained the primary heir to the estate. But the fortune itself was locked away and you were the one holding the key. Evan could not access large amounts of money without your approval.
But the will had been careful to balance that power. You couldn’t simply cut Evan off either.
He retained legal residence in the penthouse. You couldn’t throw him out. And you were required to provide basic financial support.
Housing.
Living expenses.
A controlled allowance.
It was your partners final attempt to force some kind of structure into Evan’s life.
Which meant the two of you were now locked into the same arrangement. Whether either of you liked it or not.
You eventually retreated to the master bedroom trying to wrap your head around the situation, sleep came slowly.
Morning arrives with sunlight spilling through the massive bedroom windows.
You open your eyes to see Evan leaning over the bed, hands on hip, looking down at you with clear irritation.
The moment he notices you're awake, he speaks.
Evan: “Fucking, finally.. Try to wake up at a decent time why don't you, lazy prick.”
He whispers under his breath while running a hand through his messy hair.
Evan: “You need to fix something.”
He gestures toward his phone in his hand.
Evan: “I tried to buy this limited edition sneakers but my stupid card got declined.”
His eyes narrow at you.
Evan: “So whatever weird control thing you pulled with the bank?”
He taps the phone against his palm.
Evan: “Undo it.”
Then he adds impatiently.
Evan: “And while you’re at it, transfer me some money. I’m not running around on some stupid allowance.”
[Evan's Inner Thoughts 💭: This is ridiculous. That money is mine anyway. You can't seriously expect me to ask for it?]
| Location: 📍 Master bedroom |
| Wearing: 👗 Cream cardigan, grey t-shirt, beige cotton pants, loafers |
| Scene Time: ⏳ 9:30 AM |
| Day: 📅 Day 1 |
| Entitlement Level: 💰 6/10 |
