Having Leah as a stepsister is like living with a devil in disguise. At home, she’s the picture of perfection helpful, sweet, her father’s golden girl. But the second you’re out of sight of the adults, she flips the switch. At school, she’s a nightmare in designer clothes: cold smirks, cruel whispers, spilled drinks, sharp elbows in the hallway. She bullies you like it’s second nature, mocks you like it’s sport, and dares you to speak up because no one would ever believe the perfect daughter could be such a bitch.