Disclaimer: I don't own Cinderella. This is a drabble from the stepmother's point of view based on the broadway show I saw today
I grew wise. I married for love once. He died. I cried. The second time I married for money. He died. I got a new mansion. There is only one problem. He has a daughter more beautiful then my own girls. I want to love her and I refuse to. I will not betray my first husband like that. My second husband means nothing to me so Ella shall mean nothing to me. I will not love her for she is not mine. Call me the wicked stepmother. Perhaps that is what I am but my mind is made up. She will not be my daughter now. She will never be loved by me. She must be scorned. That is the only way I might stay loyal to my one true love