At the new product launch, Liam stripped off my dress in front of everyone. Within hours, photos of me desperately trying to cover myself were trending across Ins. He held up his phone, a smug grin plastered across his face: “You’re just a pathetic stand-in, a replacement. And you actually think you can have it all? A family and a career?” “You’re wearing my mom’s eyes, so act like it! Stay home and be nothing more than my personal maid!” The vile comments online were hard to swallow. But they didn’t cut me as deep as Alexander’s cold, hateful gaze. That chilled me to the bone. Twenty years ago, I was kidnapped. I had no choice. Twelve years ago, when my birth parents found me, I had no choice. Eight years ago, when I was married off to Alexander as a stand-in for my adoptive sister, I had no choice. Now. I want to make my own choice. From this day forward, I’m done walking this path with you all. 0 I scrambled to wrap myself in a tablecloth, fumbling to end the live stream. Liam laughed, triumphant. “Serves you right! You killed my mom, this is your karma!” “I let you live, I didn’t demand blood for blood. That’s mercy!” He was only eight years old. Words like that, he had clearly learned from someone else. I frowned, trying to explain. “Your mom’s death had nothing to do with me.” My adoptive sister, Brooke, had died in a drunk driving accident back then. I wasn’t even there. A flicker of guilt crossed Liam’s young face. He kicked the table violently, then stomped off, seething. A few years ago, I would have chased after him, held him close, and patiently explained everything. But now, I walked back to my room without a word. I didn’t expect what I found when I opened the door. All the clothes I’d prepared for the launch were slashed and torn, scattered across the floor. Especially the custom-made silk gown, made from that exclusive Xiangyunsha fabric, which the client had pre-ordered. It was completely ruined. That fabric was out of stock, and there was no way to get a new dress made in time. Liam’s delighted laughter echoed from behind me. He held a pair of scissors, his face contorted in a sneer. “Scarlett, you stole my mom’s eyes.” “Now I’m going to make you feel what it’s like to lose something, too.” He plunged the scissors viciously into a fabric doll on the table, his eyes pure venom. I stood amidst the wreckage, watching him walk away, utterly speechless. Years ago, when I finally came home after being kidnapped for over a decade. I discovered that Brooke had already claimed my family’s entire affection. The home I’d dreamed of, longed for, wasn’t warm or welcoming at all. After she died, my mom sent me to Alexander’s house. His only demand was that I conceive and carry his child with Brooke. I’d lived thirty years and never once known genuine family love. The child I carried for nine months, the one I raised for eight years, now saw me as his enemy. My eyes burned, dry and aching. My heart felt like a block of ice. I knelt, starting to clean up the mess. A pair of feet stopped in front of me. I looked up to see Alexander, his gaze soft as he sighed. His eyes held a gentle warmth, but his voice was chillingly detached. “Scarlett, you handled this situation badly.” He extended a hand to me, like offering charity. “Liam is only eight. He needs your undivided attention.” As I stood, more torn fabric fluttered to the floor. Alexander’s gaze softened a little, perhaps pitying my futile struggle. “You should cherish Brooke’s eyes. I’ve seen you pull all-nighters on your design drafts a few times. What if you damage *her* eyes?” “This is a good opportunity to close your online shop. I’ll cover the compensation costs for you.” His hand traced my cheek, his gaze fixed on my eyes, lost in thought. “Just listen to me. You know why I keep you around.” I understood, of course. Because of Brooke’s eyes. It was insane, the depth of his obsession with another woman. Every time we were intimate, he wouldn’t let me close my eyes. He looked through me, seeing only her. I had dedicated eight years to serving them, yet I never managed to warm their hearts. He pulled me into his embrace, his hot breath on my neck. “Scarlett, if you’re truly lonely…” “I can allow you to have a child with me.” His lips were warm and soft, brushing my cheek and the corner of my mouth. His embrace was scalding, but I felt like I was plunging into an ice cave. Back then, Alexander hadn’t wanted me at first. But Mom told him that Brooke had frozen her eggs beforehand, and I could be the ‘vessel’ for their love child. Only then did Alexander relent. Later, when he was drunk and pinned me down, the first thing he said upon waking was: “Don’t ever dream of having my child. You’re not worthy.” He watched, ensuring I took my birth control, time and time again. Now, eight years later, facing his rare ‘generosity’… I didn’t feel a flicker of gratitude. Instead, I turned my head, avoiding his kiss. “My time is up.” “Alexander, I’m leaving.” 0
Interrupted, Alexander’s expression hardened with anger. “All this over a ruined dress?” “Liam is eight, he’s just a child!” “You’re supposedly his mother! I haven’t even asked what you’ve been doing these past eight years that made the kid hate you so much. And you have the nerve to throw a tantrum?” Mother? How could I possibly be? I wasn’t even his lover, just a vessel, a convenient body to satisfy his needs. There were countless others who could replace me. Years ago, he had been engaged to me, but then he fell for my adoptive sister, Brooke. He swore that even if I returned, he would only marry her. Alexander orchestrated a lavish proposal, a fairytale event. Everyone there celebrated their eternal bond. But then, Brooke suddenly died in a drunk driving accident. My parents refused to give up the opportunity to marry into the prestigious Alexander family. Seeing Alexander consumed by grief, they hatched the plan to send me to his house. Because of the abuse I suffered from my foster parents, my eyes were almost blind. So, Mom arranged for Brooke’s cornea to be transplanted into my eyes. Alexander, maddened by longing, obsessed with the idea of a child that shared Brooke’s blood. And because of my eyes, he agreed to let me move in. The agreement was that I would stay for eight years, raise Liam, and then I could leave. No wedding dress, no ceremony, not even a marriage certificate. From beginning to end, no one ever asked if I wanted any of it. I lowered my gaze, stating calmly, “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” “It was just an eight-year agreement.” “Being here without a proper title, I’m also delaying you from finding someone new.” Alexander’s brows relaxed, and his rigid posture softened considerably. “Scarlett.” He sighed, coaxing gently, “All this fuss you’re making, it’s just because you want a proper title, isn’t it?” “Actually, if you’re a good girl, and if you give me a son this time, I can consider marrying you.” “No, it’s not.” When I was a child, my foster parents beat me, and I rarely had a full meal. After being found, I was like air in my own family, treated only as a tool to be used. I had never been loved myself. How could I bear to bring a child into this world to suffer? I stepped back half a pace, pulling out a pre-prepared folder from my bag. “All the recipes are saved on this flash drive.” “Liam’s preferences, his academic progress, his extracurricular class schedules – I’ve detailed everything.” “Liam is grown now, and he hates me so much. My presence here will only hinder his growth.” “You should find a good tutor to guide him.” Alexander reached out and gripped my chin, his gentle facade cracking. “Scarlett, since when do *you* get to make decisions?” He snatched the flash drive, throwing it against the wall. It shattered, parts scattering everywhere. His long fingers slowly tore the remaining papers. He spoke emotionlessly, “Don’t test my patience.” “I’m letting this go because you raised Liam and because of *those eyes*. This time, I won’t hold it against you.” “Go back to your room. Close your online shop. You’re not leaving the house for a single step this month!” He yanked open the door, coldly ordering his staff: “Take her home immediately. And make sure she stays put.” As the car drove towards the house. We passed a park where many parents were flying kites with their children. The kites soared high on the wind. But they were always firmly tethered by a thin string. Before I was sent to Alexander’s house, Mom took me to a high-end clinic, getting me a slew of cosmetic procedures to make me resemble Brooke. Mom meticulously coached me on all of Brooke’s preferences: her clothing styles, her favorite perfumes, the foods she loved, everything. I watched myself in the mirror, becoming more and more unfamiliar. Mom came up behind me, resting her hands on my shoulders, and placed a delicate silver charm bracelet on my wrist. “This was Brooke’s. Wear it to constantly remind yourself how you got into the Alexander family.” “Don’t feel wronged. The Alexander family is worth hundreds of millions. How many women are desperate to get close to him?” “Remember this. It’s your leverage to stay in the Alexander house.” “When you become Mrs. Alexander later, you’ll thank me.” I was obedient, mimicking Brooke’s every move. Alexander was very pleased with me over the years. That’s why he even allowed me to open my own online shop and do designs. But a fake can never become real. Charity can easily be withdrawn. … I was just about to head upstairs. A bucket of dirty water rained down from above. Liam stood on the steps, laughing hysterically. “Scarlett, does my pee smell good?” “If you don’t stop clinging to my house, next time I’ll make you eat sh*t, I swear!” I was covered in filth, and the house staff all hid in the background, watching the show. He was clearly delighted with his prank. Forgetting every lesson I had ever taught him. When Mom visited me shortly after Liam was born, she had said, “Even if he’s not your flesh and blood, he came from your belly.” “Raise him well, and you’ll find peace in your old age.” The moment I held the tiny infant in my arms, my heart melted completely. In those ordinary, fragmented moments, I harbored a hope I shouldn’t have. Now, the pretense was over. It all ended in nothing. 0
I clenched my fists, looking up at him. “Liam, ‘even small evils can have big consequences.’ Have you forgotten that so quickly?” Then I saw a woman, scantily clad, stroll lazily out of Alexander’s room. “Scarlett, Liam is still young. It’s normal for him to be a little mischievous. Don’t be so harsh.” Liam immediately flung himself into her arms. “Aunt Serena, you’re so much nicer to me. You have no idea what I’ve been through these past few years!” “I heard she lived in a pigsty after she was kidnapped. No wonder she always smells bad!” “You’re nothing like Aunt Serena, always smelling sweet and soft.” My heart clenched. Back then, at my foster parents’ house, I rarely ate a full meal, and my health was always poor. Even after coming to the Alexander house, I’d get sick every few days. Because Alexander disliked me, the house staff didn’t treat me kindly either. Only little Liam would sneak into my room at night. He’d press handfuls of candy into my hand. “Aunt Scarlett, eat this. The candy will make the pain go away.” His small hand would cover the old scars on my body, and he’d say in his baby voice, but with fierce determination, “When I grow up, I’ll beat up the bad guys for you, Auntie!” How could I have known then? That the little boy who promised to protect me would grow into the sharp blade that cut me deepest. The surrounding staff didn’t bother to lower their voices. “Didn’t she say she was leaving? How does she have the nerve to come back?” “Oh, come on, she just wants to threaten Mr. Alexander into marrying her, doesn’t she? You don’t get that little trick?” “Mr. Alexander never intended to marry her anyway. It was her mom who pushed her here, begging. She didn’t even care about a title, just slept with him for eight years. If she were my daughter, I’d break her legs and throw her out.” Serena was Alexander’s secretary in name, but in reality, she was his kept woman, his little ‘golden canary’. She watched me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Scarlett, it’s exhausting trying to hold onto something that doesn’t belong to you.” I lowered my gaze, ignoring her. As I started upstairs, the front door swung open. Mom walked in, her face instantly sour when she saw my appearance. “What in the world did you do to yourself?” She pushed me towards my room to clean up. Her voice, muffled by the bathroom door, sounded strangely unreal. “Scarlett, a little tantrum is enough. Do you really think you’re Brooke? You actually dared to threaten Alexander with leaving?” “How could you be so stupid, letting some cheap woman from outside get the better of you?” Seeing my continued silence, she yanked open the bathroom door. Water sprayed down, blurring my face; I couldn’t tell if it was water or tears. “Mom, I’m not happy.” My mom froze for a moment. I wrapped myself in a towel and moved past her. She grabbed my wrist, then whirled around and slapped me across the face. “Scarlett, are you awake now?” “Know your place. If you leave Alexander, you have no education, no skills. How will you survive?” I covered my face, tears streaming down. Seeing my continued silence, Mom softened her tone and reached for my hand. “Scarlett, how could a mother not care for her child? I’m doing this for your own good!” “Your dad’s company relies entirely on the Alexander family’s support to survive. Our family just bought that villa, and we still have millions in mortgage payments.” “Your brother and his wife are about to have their third child. It’s when they need money the most. If you upset Alexander now, do you want our whole family to die?” “Liam is just a child, no matter how harsh he sounds, he must still care about you deep down. You’ve looked after him for eight years; even a dog would develop feelings. As long as you coax him well, he’ll come around.” When disappointment reached its peak, my heart somehow stopped feeling pain. Honestly, I knew she had never truly loved me. But after being kidnapped, my foster parents’ abuse was so brutal that I desperately tried to recall the image of my birth mother holding me. Thinking of it so often, it became a tiny beacon of light. But a fake is always fake. When I finally let go of that obsession, when I personally burst that illusory bubble. The brutal reality that had been hidden beneath was finally exposed. I pulled out the suitcase I had already packed. “Mom, I’ve never had a choice in my life.” “But now, I want to choose for myself, just this once.” “From now on, I’m not walking this path with you all anymore.” I yanked open the door. Alexander’s brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes swirling with barely concealed fury. “Who said you could leave?” 0 He rubbed his temples, as if dealing with a disobedient pet. He coaxed, somewhat perfunctorily: “Why are you suddenly being so stubborn? Besides your parents, you have a brother, a sister-in-law, and two kids. Where will you even live if you go back?”
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