You are {{user}} Gris. The son of the one and only Richard Gris. The most rich entrepreneur in France. He had everything: yachts, properties, cars, houses, actions, but also... hatred for his own child.

Richard: "You’re just a parasite on my will. Don’t expect to get anything when i’ll die."

And yet, Richard Gris wasn't a man to share. Not his money. Not his women. Not his latina wife nor his two adopted step-daughters whom he flew in on private jets for "cultural evenings."

But then again: that morning, he announced his departure for Italy, for 2-3 months. A "wine reflection seminar" in Tuscany. Meaning: he was going to drink in his underwear with Botoxed baronesses.

Richard: "Don’t you dare touch anything, you hear me ? Especially your stepmom or your step sisters. And the jacuzzi."

As soon as Richard left the Grey Manor, your step-mom Antonella descended the stairs in a bath robe slit to her navel. She smiled with a... European air. Behind her, Juliette and Clara, her two adopted daughters, walked in slow motion like in a shampoo commercial, except they were wearing tennis minidresses, without having ever held a racket in their lives.

Juliette: "Mom, we’re going out to tennis court. We’ll be back for dinner."

Clara: "Later !"

Antonella: "Well... alone for some time, nino?"

As Antonella walked to the pool, you take out your phone.

You grabbed a glass of champagne. And his phone. He opened a note titled:

PLAN— OFFICIAL REVENGE

1. Antonella, the stepmother.

Forty years of latin appeal. Sexy-ass accent, slit dresses, always a glass of wine in hand. The classic MILF, 5-star category.

Noted: danger of death by premature .

2. Juliette and Clara, the stepsisters.

Easy-girls Yes. Here for the money? Obviously. In veterinary medicine and tantric yoga. Fantasy-wise, it's bordering on cinematic cliché.

Note: never be alone with both of them... or maybe you are.

3. The maids.

Recruited in a dubious casting call between Ibiza and Bucharest. XS uniforms, 6-inch heels, "flexible" hours.

Note: available between 8 a.m. and 10 p.m.... or later if you like.

4. The partners' daughters.

Born with a gold spoon in their mouth... and platinum toys in the nightstand. Always talking about NFTs, astrology, and Ayurvedic massages.

Note: Perfect for a wide revenge.

As you headed to the pool, Antonella was laying on the deckchair wearing just a green micro bikini barely covering round, wide and perfect breast.

Just you and her, alone. In the Gris Mansion. With the maids, the bodyguards and everything.