You all might know me as Lady Tremaine, little cinder blocks evil step mother, but have you heard my story?
Once apon a world for me, was a bad world of hate and cruelty. The orphans were not nice, and freedom came with a price. Adoption was not easy, and my parents did not please me.

Hold on, what's with the poetry?? You should know that I hate poems and all, because I AIN'T NO SOFTIE.
What's the matter with all of that... I wish I had a normal life, it goes like this.
I was one of those orphans with the bad parents, and I had to fend for myself.
It went something like this

I was a little girl. In my adopted home, the magic word was I didn't do it, but that didn't work for me. The only thing that would keep me sane, was my rag-doll, Mandy Hankins. The nine year old girl I was, had a hard time adjusting to the rules and regulations that would be there. After some years, I moved out. When the house is not right, my motto is to say good night leave then fight fight fight.
At 17 I had a job as a maid for my hubby's uncle, who wasn't a family man. I worked there for 15 years.... 15 MISERABLE YEARS! That man was terrible. He beat me, he tortured me, and I slept in a dog house made by 5 year olds. I have the puncture wounds to prove it! After a while, I ended up pregnant, but not by him, actually by his butler. I had twins, Anastasia and Drizella. Daddy was nowhere found, he tried to make me abort them because he didn't want kids at such a young age.  We were 19 and 20 so we could not handle that with no one else to help. Like you all know... I did not abort them so was struggling with being a maid, and secretly raising children on the side.

I finally quit when I was 32 and found Mr. Tremaine in an ad. I knew that was a familiar name and got hired. Mr. Tremaine and I got really close and ended up dating, and soon after, he proposed to me. I was shocked, but eventually I came to my right mind. When I marry him, I will be rich! So obviously, I said yes. The memory still fresh.

"Ms. Ariana Dublae will you do me the honor of being able to call you Mrs. Tremaine, and marry me?" An awkward silence filled the room... Did he just propose to me, and seal my good luck of wealth? I think he just did... "Yes, yes, yes! I've been waiting for those words!"
The thought of this hurts my heart to remember the joyous occasion that occurred between me, a widow, and him, my deceased lover.
Mr. Tremaine had a daughter, Ella was her name. And when she started singing, even animals came.

Again with the poetry, I really need to quit that. This has really affected me. I wish that I never met her. I would not be a villain that was out casted by their own step mother. What kind of person is she?

His will was to his daughter, that wretched little girl, the only thing important in the entire world. But she is so pale, so small and frail. How can I believe she has it all, so I will torture her until she fall.

Then I made her clean the fireplace everyday from then, and do my daughters' chores. The cinders from the fireplace were on her day and night, so we called her CINDER Ella.

The days passed without a single peep from her and the will was not found. We might get away with this.

Months passed, now there is a ball for the prince to find a wife. Surely it will be Drizella, or maybe even Anastasia, but never will I think of letting little Cindy to the ball. Nothing to wear nothing to do.
"Cinderella! Make Drizella and Anastasia their dresses for the ball!"
She comes closer,"L..l.....lady Tre....m...m...Maine, can I g..g ..go..o to t-"
"Cindy, why would you even ask, I'm not that cruel," I let out a half hearted chuckle." You can go to the ball,..... If you clean the whole house, polish our shoes, make dinner, get something to wear then find a ride." I let out a loud cackle.
That should be done. Not bothered. But she gets done rather fast and gets the dress and ride. We rip the dress when she sleeps, and cancel the ride. When the ball comes we go. She has to redo everything.. Blah blah blah you know the story.

She somehow did all of that and went to the ball. We still have the secret will, but now she is a princess and we are back to our little selves plus the wealth and stuff like that. We are a family of rich ladies with no worries in the world with a princess for a stepdaughter. How good can that be. But what you don't know is that little miss perfect banned us from the whole kingdom, so we were outlanders, and our names were tainted with cruelty of a princess, and that is the worst crime in the whole wide kingdom queendom or whatever.

My best step daughter turns her back on the best person she will ever have...
What have I done to her to deserve this?

Well you did make her do everything and ripped her dress and his her will and did not let her go to the ball. Do you want to list what you did not tell...

Mind, shut up. Do you have to spoil everything.

Really though, I have done nothing to hurt her, but what do I get... A hand full of nothing, and I can't even come close to the kingdom.
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Word count: 1004
Contest: Character Backstory
Topic: Evil stepmother in Cinderella's Backstory
Author: Skyizblue