Transmigrated as the Villain's Wicked Stepmother: The System Forbids Me from Breaking Character!

I glared at the five-year-old munchkin at my feet and viciously swapped his glass of milk for a cup of pure, unsweetened kale juice.

From then on, he wasn't allowed to be a picky eater.

If he wanted a pet, he was on litter box duty.

Later, when he applied for college, I even secretly altered his applications.

Years later, the villain achieved massive success.

I thought my doom had finally arrived.

Instead, he stood before the media and said, "The person I want to thank the most is my mom. Her love accompanied me as I grew up, and she guided the direction of my life."