I became DIO's vicious stepmother

Alyssa was fidgeting after meeting me. She didn't want her husband to spend too much time with me, so she made an excuse that she was not feeling well, and left with Earl Brown.

I kept smiling and watched them get into the carriage, then took Dio's hand and came to their position just now.

"Just watch the acrobatic show here." I said happily.

"..."

Dio didn't seem to be interested in the circus. He stared at me for a while, and finally couldn't help asking, "Are you here for those two people?"

"No, I just want to relax. It was a pure accident to meet them."

I slowly curled my hair with my fingers, watched the "sharpshooter" on the stage smash a glass bottle with his eyes closed, and said to Dior with a smile.

"Is that your family? She looks like she hates you."

Dior hit the nail on the head about the relationship between me and Alyssa, something a ten-year-old can see at a glance, but Jenny White can't see through it.

...Although Dio is no ordinary ten-year-old.

"Yeah, you can see it." I flattened my mouth and said indifferently.

"Unless I'm blind, I can't see her obvious hostility. What's wrong? What did you do to make her like this?" Dio snorted, with some sarcasm.

"You don't have to do anything, just like I obviously didn't do anything, don't you also dislike me?"

"..."

Dio, who was exposed by my words, frowned.

"There are many reasons to be hated by others, why should I care about the opinions of those who don't care at all."

I smiled, with an indifferent expression on my face, "Probably because I am so beautiful and excellent in all aspects, that makes people who are not as good as me envy and hate me."

"I'm afraid it's not just that."

After revealing his true nature in front of me, Dio didn't bother to pretend. He sneered and said, "That man also looks at you very differently. Maybe there is some dirty relationship between you."

"Yeah, because after my second husband died, that man came here specifically to ask me if I wanted to be his mistress."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Dio, and mocked him indifferently at his bad attitude, "But I was an impulsive and stupid woman at that time, and I actually accepted the marriage proposal of a scum like your father in order to reject him, otherwise you think you What kind of shit luck is there to have a young, beautiful, gentle and reasonable woman like me be your mother?"

"..."

Dio looked at me speechlessly, and every time I said the same mean thing to him, he didn't bother to say anything to me again.He maintained that look of being sorry for him by everyone, staring at the sharpshooter performing in the stands, his whole body was so gloomy that he didn't look like a ten-year-old child at all.

The performance of the acrobatic troupe was actually very boring, but all the audience seemed to enjoy it.The sharpshooter is a charismatic and strong man, which makes many girls laugh and glance at him secretly.

"Speak up, Dio."

After watching the performance for a while, I suddenly asked, "Have you considered what you plan to do when you grow up?"

Dio froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect that I would ask this question. After a moment of silence, he replied, "Things that can make money."

"Yes, who doesn't want to make money, but the problem is life planning."

I decided to set goals for Dior since he was a child, so as to prevent him from thinking about crimes, so I analyzed to him very seriously, "Although it seems difficult to improve the class, it is also difficult. It's not impossible. Your father is a scoundrel at the bottom of society. He can't bring you any help, so you can only rely on yourself. Reading is a good way. The only way to get ahead is to study, although I will find you now The school is not very good, but you have to keep studying by yourself, and you must not leave any stains. Any criminal behavior will ruin your future life. You are smart enough to think about what career you plan to pursue in the future , as long as you think, you can do it, and I will help you."

Dio gave me an odd look. "What's in it for you to help me?"

"Not everything has to be calculated for profit. Only when it is beneficial will you do it. You are different from your father. I hope you can live a better life, Dior."

Of course, I can't tell him, my little mother, that I did this to prevent you from harming the world.The latter words are also false, he is just as bad as his father.

I still looked like a female Bodhisattva on the surface, smiling at him very kindly, and continued to make suggestions to him.

"In my opinion, studying law is a good way. Of course, you can take the path of finance and trade. Or being a priest is also very good. It depends on your own plans for the future."

"..."

Dio looked at me with complicated eyes, but he didn't answer me anything.I don't know what he was thinking, and he didn't say a word after that, until he went home with me, he was very silent.

Whatever, let him think about it for himself.

I don't care what Dio plans, as long as he doesn't become the villain in the original book that will endanger the world.Of course, it is definitely not acceptable for him to enter politics, and he cannot be allowed to control too much power, otherwise it may cause unpredictable consequences.

After I got home, because I was going to eat today, I couldn’t let Dior get in touch with my food and get poisoned, so I decided to cook by myself and stopped Dior who was about to go to the kitchen.

"You go to read, I'll make dinner." I said like a loving mother.

"Okay." He replied, although he was very suspicious, but because I just mentioned that I should help him study hard, he didn't doubt anything at this time, he just took a look at me and went back to the room, lying down. On the bed, he continued to read the Latin textbook I bought for him.

...It's really tiring to get along with the scheming BOY.

For today's food, I made spaghetti and baked potatoes, but in order to create a chance for Dio to poison his scumbag father, after I finished cooking, I specially called Dio over and handed over the plate containing the food. Gave it to Dior.

"Go and take it to your father and let him eat." I ordered naturally.

"Oh." He responded blankly, took the food I prepared for him and his father, and when he was about to take it away, he asked me, "Where's yours? I'll take it for you dining table."

?

What the hell!

I slowly played black question marks in my heart.

What kind of unfamiliar little white-eyed wolf is this?I treat him so well, does he still want to poison my food? !

No, it's not surprising, that's the kind of person he is...

Although I was furious in my heart, I replied with a smile on the surface, "It's okay, I've already eaten, you father and son go eat."

"Row."

His answer was very concise and straightforward, as if he was too lazy to do futile work after realizing that he had no chance, and left the kitchen with his and Dalio's dinner plates.

After watching Dio leave, my smile also faded.

I really have to be on guard against this kid all the time, he will never want me to eat any food that has been handled by him.

However, the effect of distraction is still good. I finally recovered a bit and finished the second half of "The Domineering Duke Forces Love".After sending Dior off to charity school on Monday, I also took the completed manuscript to the publisher.

"Are you a typewriter? Madame, your speed is unheard of. If only the writers who dragged their pages were as prolific as you."

Editor-in-Chief House saw me smiling and brought me a chair.He was very happy to tell me that their publication had tripled its sales by serializing my story.This unpopular story was unexpectedly popular at the beginning. I have received many letters from readers these days, but some of them are more critical. Many readers said that this is a ridiculous story that will make women have unrealistic fantasies. It is impossible for the Duke to marry such a poor woman. The status between them is too disparate, and the heroine Mary can only be a thorn in the sidelines at best.

"Don't pay attention to these comments, it means you are going to be famous. Any popular story will have two levels of comments, our writers often receive letters like this, but there are also more people who will support you .”

The editor-in-chief of House handed me the pile of letters addressed to me with a smile on his face. After reading a few of them casually, I was quite happy.

The bad reviews are almost all from male readers, they just can't get used to this kind of Mary Sue story and think it is very unrealistic.The female readers praised the rhetoric without hesitation, saying that watching the love story between Duke Duke and Miss Mary is what they look forward to most every day, which makes them feel the feeling of being in love.It’s already so painful in reality, it’s great to have such a dreamy story, I hope I can continue to create.

"Well, I don't care about those negative comments, they can't affect me."

"It's great if you think so. Many writers stopped their serialization after seeing the letter scolding them." Editor-in-Chief House nodded and said with emotion.

"It's okay. The positioning of this story itself is not for male readers. It is impossible to please both parties."

After I put down the letter, I suddenly had the inspiration for the second part of the Sixty Shades of Yellow series.

"I'm thinking about the plot of the new work!"

"Oh, what is it?"

"Just write a story about a woman who has a dead husband who has no male relatives and inherits all the property, and starts hunting for beautiful young men."

"I'm afraid this will cause objections from a large number of male readers, Mrs. Brando." Editor-in-Chief House reminded me.

"It doesn't matter, even if you want this effect, they will not affect me if they get angry."

Regardless of whether those men are satisfied or not, women also have the right to pursue freedom. I just want to punch in the story.