After my mother passed away, I entangled myself with her lover’s son. In a heated moment, he tightened his grip around my neck and asked, “Is this how you seduced my father?” Later, his half-brother also became infatuated with me. He was consumed with jealousy, “Getting along well with the little bastard, huh?” On the outside, I appeared fearful, but inside, I laughed with satisfaction. Let them go mad, let father and son clash, let brothers turn against each other. How entertaining! My mother fell to her death from a building. For years, she was trapped in a high-rise, treated like a plaything. She was forced to endure it all for my sake. On the day I came of age, her fragile form, as delicate as porcelain, fell from the attic and shattered before my eyes. The one responsible for her death was Gideon Everett. The head of the Everett Family. After my dad died, he took over our family business. He also seized my beautiful mother. Gideon Everett, that beast, fell for his best friend’s wife. To possess my mother, he plotted to kill my father and took away our family’s wealth. Now that my mother is gone, he’s set his sights on me. I need to protect myself, seek revenge, and make Gideon Everett pay in blood. He took everything from my father; I will destroy all he has—wealth, status, even life. I want him to feel the same pain of losing a loved one as I do. The first step in my revenge is to ruin his most prized son. His own son falling for his kept “canary.” Father and son struggling, turning against each other. How amusing, just imagining it makes me eager. Revenge starts tonight.
Wesley Everett, hailed as a business prodigy, is the most promising heir of the Everett Family. At just twenty-four, he founded his own company, becoming Harbor City’s most sought-after elite. I gently traced Wesley Everett’s features with my hand. What would it be like for such a proud and noble man to fall under my sway? I am very curious. Gideon Everett recently went on a business trip to Europe, leaving the family home. This gave me the perfect opportunity to seduce his son. That night, I chose a white lace dress. It had a touch of innocence with just the right amount of allure. I quietly pushed open Wesley Everett’s door. He didn’t have the habit of locking his door. At this hour, he was in the bathroom showering. I slipped under the dark covers of his bed, which carried his cool scent. The bed beside me sank a bit; he got on. I knew Wesley Everett had the habit of sleeping naked. Sure enough, as soon as he got on the bed, he noticed me pretending to be asleep. I knew I looked enticing. With glossy red lips, a face flushed from sleep, and a skirt that had ridden up to my thighs. The sight of my full, unrestrained curves further stirred the nerves of a man inebriated. Feeling Wesley Everett’s intense gaze. I deliberately let out a soft murmur and rolled over to embrace him hesitantly lying beside me. His firm muscles instantly tensed; he was restraining himself. Am I not tempting enough? It seems I haven’t ignited enough desire. I deliberately rubbed against him as if in a dream. Wesley Everett finally couldn’t hold back, gripping my chin with intense eyes, “Are you trying to seduce me?” Suddenly, my lips felt soft as his cold lips pressed against mine. I pretended to be startled awake, looking at him with innocent and naive eyes, “What are you doing?” My sweet, gentle voice carried a hint of desire. The thin strap of my nightgown slipped, exposing my creamy chest, pure yet seductive. Hearing my voice, Wesley Everett paused. Then he overwhelmed me with kisses, “Be good, let me kiss you.” His deep, husky voice carried an irresistible passion. Pinned under him, I struggled frantically, “Brother, you can’t do this.” Just then, footsteps suddenly approached the door. “Click, click, click!” Mrs. Everett was coming.
“Wesley, I made you some hangover soup. Get up and have some.” Fiona Taylor pushed the door open directly, knowing her son went socializing tonight and drank a lot. I shrank back in fear. Deliberately brushing against Wesley Everett’s sensitive, aroused spot. He gently kissed my forehead to soothe me. Then pulled the quilt up to hide me underneath, his dominant presence completely enveloping me. In this position, he completely trapped me in his embrace. Wesley Everett impatiently replied, “Mom, I need to rest.” Fiona Taylor walked in and placed the hangover soup on the desk. “Wesley, why is your face so red?” Of course, Wesley’s face was red. He was naked, pressed against me, even our hearts were beating in sync. If his own mother saw this, how thrilling would it be? The forbidden pleasure made Wesley Everett break out in a thin sweat, droplets rolling down his throat. Fiona Taylor wanted to come closer but was stopped by Wesley Everett. “I’m going to rest now, please leave!” Fiona Taylor knew her son was always proud and didn’t dare defy him, “Remember to drink the soup.” She gave a couple of reminders before turning to leave. Wesley Everett was near the brink, my hot breath brushed against his chest, each pant like a tickle to the heart. I certainly wouldn’t let him off so easily. I deliberately squirmed, my soft lips pressed against his chest. My fingertips accidentally brushed against his almost erupting desire. “Ah!” He let out an unbearable gasp. “Wesley, what’s wrong?” Fiona Taylor, just about to leave, returned with concern, leaning in to check on her seemingly unwell son. “I’m fine!” Wesley Everett grumpily pulled the quilt up, covering himself entirely. Underneath him, I was pinned, unable to move. I propped my hand against his pressing chest. My soft, boneless hand touching his hot, firm chest nearly drove his sensitive nerves to the edge. Fiona Taylor suspiciously glanced at the unusually high bulge on the bed. She seemed to sense something. The shape of the quilt… is there someone else inside?
Fiona Taylor held back and didn’t expose her son. Her son was her only support in the Everett Family; she didn’t want a direct conflict with him. Fiona Taylor suppressed her shock and anger, closed Wesley Everett’s room door, and instructed the servants not to disturb him. After Fiona Taylor left, I pushed Wesley Everett away. I sat weakly on the bed, gulping fresh air. The big movement made my nightgown completely fall off. My graceful figure was fully exposed. Wesley Everett’s drunkenness had mostly faded, and he looked at me with a grim face. Just as he was about to question me. I was a step ahead, getting off the bed, tears in my eyes, and running away in panic. Wesley Everett was stunned, watching me flee. For a moment, he felt a bit annoyed. Was she disgusted by him? After I left, Wesley Everett didn’t sleep. He replayed the scene of me pinned beneath him, releasing again and again. He didn’t know, as he called my name in ecstasy, I was outside the door watching him. …… The next day was a rest day, and I was painting in the studio. Fiona Taylor stormed in with people, “Grab Lydia Kane for me!” “Slut, just as cheap as your mother!” She was furious, dragging me into the conservatory and throwing me to the ground. The conservatory was her domain; she loved using needles on me there. Gideon Everett didn’t allow me to have visible injuries. So, she could only use needles. After pricking my back, she still wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to stab my fingers with needles. I was actually scared inside. Childhood memories of her abuse almost made me faint. I was gambling, betting that Gideon Everett or Wesley Everett would come to rescue me. Sure enough, just before the needle pierced my finger. Gideon Everett kicked open the door to the conservatory. He pulled Fiona Taylor away. “Fiona Taylor, I warn you, don’t forget your place.” Pushed away, Fiona Taylor screamed uncontrollably. “Do you know what she did? She seduced Wesley. Just like her shameless mother. All sluts!” Gideon Everett ignored her. He picked me up and headed straight to the attic. That’s the forbidden area of the Everett Family, where my mother lived before she died. Gideon Everett threw me onto the carpet, standing before me, leisurely unbuckling his belt. He didn’t save me; he just changed the way he tortured me. My hands and feet were tied, unable to move. Gideon Everett drank a lot, and with each sip, he whipped me. The belt lashed my body, burning with pain. Exhausted, he collapsed on the sofa, panting. The opportunity was coming. I silently counted the time, waiting for him to get drunk. Gideon Everett grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at him, “Lydia Kane, you know very well why I keep you.” With that, he threw away the belt, untied me, and began tearing at my clothes. I struggled desperately, crying out to remind him. “Uncle Gideon, you promised my mom you wouldn’t touch me.” His hands paused briefly, then resumed tearing me apart even more violently. I calmed down, trying hard to imitate my mother’s voice, speaking coldly, “Gideon Everett, are you an animal?” Gideon Everett froze, his eyes dazed as he looked at me… “Sophie, we met first, I loved you first. Why did you…” He tossed aside the belt, freed me from my restraints, and started to pull at my clothes. I struggled desperately, crying out to remind him. “Uncle Gideon, you promised my mom you wouldn’t touch me.” His hands hesitated for a moment, but then he attacked even more ferociously. I calmed myself, trying hard to mimic my mother’s voice, speaking coldly, “Gideon Everett, are you an animal?” Gideon froze, his eyes glazed as he looked at me… “Sophie, we met first, I loved you first. Why…” His voice was thick with emotion. I knew I had succeeded. Gideon mistook me for my mom. I pushed him away, picked up the belt from the floor, and pressed my foot against his fervor. I struck him hard with the belt. He didn’t evade, enduring the pain with a twisted sense of excitement. Gideon Everett, this twisted monster. “Kneel!” I lashed him again, and Gideon trembled as he knelt upright. It seemed he enjoyed it that way. Suppressing my revulsion, I used the handle of the whip to lift his chin. “Gideon Everett, do you realize how filthy you are? You disgusting creature!” He didn’t flinch, his eyes dazed as he looked at me. “Sophie, I just love you too much. Please, give me, give me a child of ours.”
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