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Julian grabbed a heavy wool blanket from the ottoman—a gift he’d bought for himself—and draped it over their shoulders. He sat on the rug between them, the firelight casting long, flickering shadows against the walls. For the first time in years, they weren't barking orders. They were just three people huddled against the cold.

Mia, the younger and more mercurial of the two, leaned against the mahogany banister, tapping a manicured nail against her tablet. "And the caterer forgot the white truffles for the appetizer. I told you to double-check the manifest, Julian. Now Christmas is officially ruined." LifeSelector-XmasWithYourSpoiledStep-Sisters.rar

For Julian, Christmas wasn't about carols or cocoa; it was about survival. Since his father had married into the Sterling estate, he had become the de facto assistant to his two step-sisters, Chloe and Mia. They were "spoiled" in the way only old money allows—viewing the world as a giant vending machine that occasionally stuttered. Julian grabbed a heavy wool blanket from the

"Tell us a story," Chloe said softly, her voice losing its sharp edge. "Not a business report. Something… real." They were just three people huddled against the cold

"The truffles are stuck in a snowbank three miles away," Julian said, stepping into the dim light of the parlor. "And the wine is as cold as it's going to get without a freezer. Maybe for once, we just… sit down?"

It was a game they played—a choreographed performance of helplessness designed to keep him in orbit. But tonight was different. The storm had knocked out the main power grid, and the backup generator was struggling to keep the lights flickering.

The heavy snow muffled the sound of the world outside, but inside the mansion, the air was thick with the scent of pine needles, expensive perfume, and the simmering tension that always defined the holidays.