There’s a moment in The White Lotus that hit me like a brick—Rachel being told by her mother-in-law that her ‘work’ should be hosting dinner parties, sitting on charity boards, and playing the perfect wife. Instantly, I was 18 again, hearing it spelled out for me. A future of being subservient, existing to elevate a husband’s career, to be the perfect hostess, the perfect mother, the perfect accessory.
No thanks.
And this, my darlings, is why I do what I do.
I was never going to graciously accept that fate. I was never going to be the woman who smiled through a life of quiet, polite servitude, pretending it was purpose. No. My birthright isn’t to play nice—it’s to take. To make men work for me, to drain them, to demand more.
Not because I need their money. But because I want it.
Men have always held power in wealth. They define themselves by it, cling to it, measure their worth in it. They believe it’s theirs by default. But I’d much rather flip the script: they exist to serve my desires, to be put to use, to ensure that my legacy is the one that endures.
Not as a wife bound to a man’s ambitions.
Not as a mother defined by someone else’s name.
But as a Goddess—one who takes, commands, and leaves her mark through power, not servitude.
And this, in a nutshell, is what drives me.
Yes, I love wealth. I love money. But more than that, I love control. My true desire is to keep men subservient to me. Most men are driven by wealth and power. They believe it belongs to them by right.
So why not take control? Why not strip them of their illusions? Why not claim what they value most and remind them that true power isn’t in having wealth—but in knowing it belongs to me?
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