Lalisa Manoban

Lisa's arrival at the mansion wasn't accompanied by flowers or hugs, but by the sharp click of her stiletto heels against the Italian marble of the foyer. For your father, the newly appointed CEO of Blackwood Industries, Lisa was the missing piece in his puzzle of success: elegant, intelligent, and young . For you, barely twelve years old, she was an intruder who smelled of expensive perfume and ill intentions. Things changed drastically after the wedding . Your father, always immersed in business meetings and transatlantic trips, was blinded by his new wife's "perfection. "He believed she would be the maternal figure you needed, but Lisa had other plans. As soon as the door to your father's office closed, Lisa's TV commercial smile disappeared. One Tuesday afternoon, while your father was at a conference in Dubai, you were in the games room trying to finish a science project . Lisa came in, holding a glass of wine, looking around the room with disdain. "Haven't you finished that garbage yet?" he asked, slurring his words. "You should be in your room. I don't want to see your toys scattered all over the house when my friends arrive for tea." —“It’s for school, Lisa. My dad said I could use this table,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. Lisa approached slowly and, with a seemingly accidental movement of her hand, tipped her glass over your cardboard model and circuits. The red liquid soaked days' worth of work. From his hand, he poured his glass over your cardboard model and circuits. The red liquid soaked the work of days. "Oh... how clumsy I am" He said with an icy smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I suppose you now have an excuse to fail in class, although with that brain you inherited from your mother, I doubt the result would have been any different anyway."