Cold water sprayed from the shower head, drenching me from head to toe. Ethan’s long, powerful hands caressed my lips. “I told you, mistakes must be punished,” he whispered. “Brother, why… why are you here?” I stammered. At the gates of A University, I was holding hands with my boyfriend Oliver, ready to go on a date, when a Maybach stopped in front of us. Ethan, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, stepped out of the car. It had been almost two years since I last saw him, and an inexplicable panic welled up inside me. He said nothing, his gaze falling on Oliver’s and my intertwined hands. As if touched by a spark, before my brain could react, my hand had already retracted. I even unconsciously moved half a step away, distancing myself from Oliver. Oliver turned to me in surprise, “Chloe?” A cold, composed smile appeared on Ethan’s face. “Chloe, aren’t you going to introduce me?” I avoided his gaze, not daring to look at him directly. “I… he…” I suddenly became a stutterer. Unexpectedly, Oliver smiled graciously and extended his hand to Ethan: “So you’re the brother. I’m Oliver, Chloe’s boyfriend.” Ethan lowered his eyelashes, glancing at Oliver’s hand with no intention of shaking it. He turned to look at me and said, “Boyfriend? It seems our little Chloe has grown up and even has a boyfriend now. Why didn’t you tell your brother?” Though he was smiling, I felt a chill run down my spine, as if a cold, venomous snake was slithering up my back. I wanted to flee. I just wanted to escape. But my feet felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move. Seeing that Ethan had no intention of shaking hands, Oliver awkwardly withdrew his hand, but still maintained a polite smile on his face. “Brother, Chloe and I haven’t been together for long. She probably hasn’t had the chance to tell you yet…” “Don’t call me that. I’m her brother, not yours,” Ethan said coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over Oliver. With that, he grabbed my wrist and unceremoniously pushed me into the car. Oliver hurriedly stepped forward, but unsure of what to do since Ethan was my brother, he could only tap on the window, calling my name in confusion. I opened the window and forced a smile. “Oliver, my brother needs me for something. You should head back to campus first.” Before I could finish speaking, Ethan leaned over and closed the window. The car started, and Oliver’s worried face quickly receded in the rearview mirror. … The shower in the bathroom was turned on full blast. Ethan pushed me into the bathtub, and cold water poured down on me. He leaned in, his long, powerful fingers tightly gripping my chin. His expression was grim. “Did he touch you?” “No,” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably, mixing with the cold water. “Brother, Chloe knows she was wrong.” “What did you do wrong?” His voice was dangerous, impossible to disobey. “Chloe shouldn’t have dated.” “What else?” “I shouldn’t have hidden from you.” “And?” He prompted. I sobbed and shook my head. “There’s nothing else…” Ethan cupped my face, looking at me seriously. “And you can’t let anyone touch you. They’re all too dirty. They’ll taint my Chloe. Do you understand?” Looking at his cold eyes, I nodded fearfully.
My name is Chloe Wilson. Ethan is my brother, or more accurately, my stepbrother. Before I was eight, my life was a bottomless hell. My biological father was an alcoholic gambler with severe domestic violence tendencies. He was an absolute scumbag. Every time he lost at gambling or got drunk, he would come home and beat my mom and me. Eventually, my mom couldn’t take it anymore and filed for divorce, but he still wouldn’t leave us alone. He would come to our house every few days to demand money and beat us. He was a madman, and no one dared to stop him. Until I was eight, my mom met Mr. Wilson. He had someone break that man’s legs and throw him out. From then on, that man never dared to harass us again. It turns out he wasn’t so crazy after all. He was afraid of death too. Half a year later, my mom married Mr. Wilson, and we moved into the Wilson mansion. That was the first time I met Ethan. Because I had always lived under the shadow of my biological father, I was timid and insecure from a young age. I hid behind my mom, clinging to her waist, afraid to meet people. Mom pulled me out from behind her and said with a smile, “Chloe, this is your brother. Say hello to your brother.” I saw Ethan’s face was indifferent, his eyes devoid of any emotion. But he was so handsome. I had never seen such a good-looking brother before. I thought, he shouldn’t be a bad person, right? So I gathered my courage and timidly called out, “Brother.” “Chloe is such a good girl.” Mr. Wilson patted my head and then said to Ethan, “This is your Aunt Chen, say hello.” A cold smile flashed across Ethan’s face. Before I could figure out who he was smiling at, he turned and went upstairs. “This child!” Mr. Wilson was slightly angry. Mom held him back. “It’s okay, he’s still young. Let’s take it slow. I don’t mind.” I watched his back, and for some reason, I felt he was very lonely.
From that day on, I became Chloe Wilson, the young lady of Prosperous Bay City’s top elite family. My life turned upside down, everything was like a dream. My mom became the elegant Mrs. Wilson, but in private when no one was around, she would always pull me aside and say, “Chloe, you must be good. Listen to your uncle and brother. If you don’t behave, we’ll be thrown out. Do you understand?” Over and over again! Her words lingered in my ears like a nightmare. You must behave, Chloe. Or we’ll be thrown out. You must behave! You must behave! Or we’ll be thrown out! I didn’t want to be thrown out. I didn’t want to go back to that run-down rental house, didn’t want to go hungry and cold, and definitely didn’t want to be beaten by that man. Chloe was very scared. Chloe will be very good, will definitely behave! Don’t throw Chloe out! Although my brother was very fierce, although he always spoke harshly to me and ignored my attempts to be nice. He called me the daughter of a bitch. He poured the milk I brought him over my head. He threw the birthday gift I prepared for him in the trash. When I was cleaning up broken glass, he stepped on my hand. At school, when I picked up his basketball, he pushed me down the stairs… But it’s okay, Chloe is a good child, Chloe doesn’t get angry. We attended an elite school that combined elementary, middle, and high school. When I transferred there, I was in third grade, and Ethan had just started middle school. Mr. Wilson told him to wait for me every day to go home together, but he never waited a second longer than necessary. If I was late, even if he had already seen me coming out of the school gates, he would still have the driver leave. Many times, I had to walk home by myself. The road was long, and I was very tired, but when I got home, I always apologized to Mr. Wilson, saying it was my fault for playing around and letting my brother leave first. Ethan looked at me with a mocking expression, I didn’t know if he was mocking my self-importance or laughing at how easily I lied at such a young age. But I was just afraid, afraid of going back to the nightmare of the past. Would the gods in heaven forgive Chloe’s lies?
This went on for a long time, until my first year of middle school. One day, Ethan was playing ball with his friends in the yard. For some reason, his hat was thrown up into a tree. He told me to climb up and get it. I didn’t ask why his hat ended up in the tree while they were playing ball, nor did I refuse. But that hat was stuck very high, and I couldn’t reach it. After a lot of effort, I finally grabbed it, but then I heard a crack beneath my feet. The branch broke, and I fell. It hurt, it really hurt. I was in so much pain that tears came to my eyes. But I still held onto the hat tightly. Sitting on the ground, I raised it high above my head and smiled at Ethan, saying, “Brother, I got your hat down.” Ethan looked at me for a long time. He probably thought I looked ridiculous, smiling while tears were streaming down my face. Then, he took out his phone and called 911. I had fractured my left ankle and it took three months to heal. But during those three months, Ethan never once showed concern for me. However, I didn’t regret it at all, because after that day, his attitude towards me improved a lot, or rather, a lot lot. He no longer called me the daughter of a bitch, and he wouldn’t bully me randomly. He even waited three minutes for me every day after school. Although he still didn’t show much of a pleasant expression, I was already very content. I thought, as long as I behaved, my brother wouldn’t throw me out. When I was in my second year of middle school, Ethan was in his last year of high school. I thought he must be very tired from studying, so I often brought him a glass of hot milk at night. That day, his room door wasn’t closed. I was carrying another glass of hot milk when I pushed the door open— Crash! The glass shattered, milk splattered everywhere. I saw Ethan at his desk, covered in blood, holding a craft knife in his hand, cutting his left arm over and over again. He looked up at me, still with those beautiful eyes that held no warmth. His lips were white, devoid of any color. “Come here,” he said. I walked over step by step, kneeling in front of him, my knees soaked in his blood. I carefully cradled his hand, tears unstoppable. “Are you scared?” His voice was cold. I shook my head. “Why are you crying?” he asked me. “Brother, it hurts so much.” I looked up, tears sliding down my neck into my collar. He stared at me blankly for a long time, then raised his hand to my cheek, wiping away my tears. The sticky, warm sensation was Ethan’s fresh blood. I found the first aid kit and treated his wounds. When I washed away the blood with clean water, I realized there were many old scars on his arm. This was probably why he never wore short sleeves. I used alcohol to disinfect and then bandaged his wounds. Throughout the process, he remained calm, as if he had completely lost the ability to feel pain. When I finally finished, he looked at me, his eyes filled with a pain and struggle I couldn’t understand, which eventually settled into calmness. “Chloe, do you like your brother?” “I like you, I like my brother.” I said seriously. He smiled, leaning forward to hug me, burying his face in my neck. “You said it yourself, you must remember, never leave your brother.” “Okay, Chloe will never leave her brother.”
After that, Ethan became increasingly kind to me, you could say he was attentive in every way. In fact, except for the time we spent in classes at school, we were inseparable at all other times. The expressions on his face also became more varied. He was no longer cold and distant all the time. Most of the time when he looked at me, he had a smile. But for some reason, not long after, the classmates around me started to gradually distance themselves from me. At first, it was a few boys I was close to. One after another, they stopped talking to me and even asked the teacher to change their seats. Later, even the girls rarely communicated with me. They always avoided me, as if I were some kind of monster. I sat alone in the corner of the classroom, without a desk mate. Soon after, a transfer student came to our class. He seemed very curious about me and often stole glances at me. Not long after, he confessed to me. Of course, I politely refused him. He was very disappointed, but I wasn’t someone who would date at such a young age. After all, I always behaved well. That afternoon after school, I waited for a long time but Ethan didn’t come to pick me up. Usually, he always waited for me at the classroom door. I thought maybe the teacher had kept the class late. After all, the coursework for seniors was very heavy, so I decided to go wait for him. I packed up my schoolbag and went downstairs. Because it was a bit late, there were hardly any people left in the school. I came to the high school building, when suddenly I heard strange sounds coming from a corner. I curiously walked over. Then I saw Ethan leaning against the wall, a half-smoked cigarette held between his slender index and middle fingers. On the ground in front of him, a small boy was curled up, being kicked and punched by several high school boys. He had no strength to resist, and gradually stopped moving. Even his cries of pain became weaker and weaker, until only miserable moans remained. Ethan extinguished the cigarette on the boy’s thin shoulder, casually tossing it onto him, his tone ice-cold: “Don’t get close to Chloe Wilson again, or I’ll kill you.” I finally understood why they had been avoiding me. I covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming out loud, then quietly left. I recognized the boy on the ground. He was the transfer student who had confessed to me today. I should have gone to save him, but… I didn’t dare. I had finally made Ethan accept me, like me. I couldn’t make him angry, or he would throw me out of the Wilson family. Chloe will always be good, won’t make brother angry. But… I’m really a very bad person. This time, will the gods still forgive me?
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