On the eve of my engagement, the wolf pup I raised with my own hands pinned me to the bed. He pulled a smile that looked innocent, but vicious words spilled from his mouth. "Uncle, if you dare to get engaged to that woman, tomorrow I'll release our little video at the banquet." 1 When I was twenty-two, I adopted twelve-year-old Julian Thorne. For six years, I took meticulous care of him as he grew up. If he wanted the stars, I gave him the stars; if he wanted the moon, I gave him the moon. I believed I treated him well. But on the eve of my engagement, he secretly drugged me. I watched as he skillfully set up the video camera, the black lens aimed straight at me like a bottomless well, sending a sudden chill down my spine. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, a big shot in the elite circle of the capital, I've had smooth sailing all my life. I've never suffered such grievance. Immediately, I cursed in anger: "Julian, do you want to fucking die? I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Take me to the hospital right now, immediately. Otherwise, when I wake up, I'll skin you alive, chop you up, and feed you to the dogs." Just saying this made me short of breath. The drug was potent, burning my eyes red, not to mention the other obvious changes in my body. So my words had no deterrent effect and didn't scare Julian at all. The corners of his mouth hooked into a faint smile. Turning a deaf ear to my threats, he turned on the camera and then walked towards me. Looking at my state, his Adam's apple rolled a few times. He raised his hand and tugged somewhat urgently at the tie around his neck—the same tie I had personally tied for him when we tried on suits together. Julian's voice was very low, sounding like a question, but more like stating a fact. "Uncle, even if I send you to the hospital now, you won't let me off, right?" I have to say, Julian knows me too well. Once the drug wears off, I will immediately beat this bastard until he's looking for his teeth all over the floor, making him regret the messy thing he did. I also regretted not seeing Julian's abnormality earlier. If I had noticed earlier, I definitely wouldn't have taken the glass of milk he handed me. While I was pondering, Julian had already sat on the edge of the bed. I almost scrambled back to the head of the bed in a pathetic manner, looking at him warily. I took a deep breath, suppressing the raging fire in my heart, trying to make my tone sound sincere and reliable. "This time, I mean it. As long as you take me to the hospital, I can let bygones be bygones about you drugging me." He sneered, his tone suddenly intense: "Heh! Let bygones be bygones? Uncle, you forgot, you promised me that we would live together for the rest of our lives! You clearly said you wouldn't find me an aunt, but you're getting engaged tomorrow! "You lied to me first, what right do you have to say let bygones be bygones?!" Julian's face was hideous and twisted, as if trapped in his own logical loop and unable to break free. Before I could speak, he lunged forward, grabbed my ankle, and dragged me over. I wanted to struggle, but the cool touch on my ankle made me dazed for a moment. By the time I came to my senses, I was already pinned under Julian. He pulled out his belt and firmly tied my hands to the headboard. His legs firmly suppressed my resistance. I was like fish on a chopping board, at anyone's mercy. 2 Unwilling to give up, I continued to persuade him: "If you don't want me to get married, Uncle won't get married. It's no big deal, no need to make it so ugly. Be obedient, untie the belt." You bastard, you better untie it for me, or I will definitely whip you to death, tear your face apart, chop you into mincemeat, and throw you into the sea to feed the fish. "Too late." Julian raised his hand to touch my face. I jerked my head to avoid it. The bed shook violently, and the ring box on the bedside table was knocked to the ground. Seeing the ring rolling on the ground, Julian suddenly went crazy. He pinched my face, leaned down fiercely, and blocked my lips. The cold and soft touch made me greedily want to take more. I rubbed the skin on the back of my hand hard. The pain gave me a moment of clarity. Then, taking advantage of his intoxicated kiss, I bit the tongue he stuck in. Julian suddenly got up, covering his mouth, staring at me. I looked at him with disdain: "You dare glare at me? Careful I don't gouge your eyes out. Ungrateful wolf, all your education went to the dogs. Do you know what you're doing? I'm your fucking uncle. Seriously counting, I should be considered your adoptive father. "All these years, without me, you would have been beaten to death in that dark alley like a dog long ago. It was me, I saved you, I gave you money, let you study, and this is how you fucking repay me?!" Julian covered his mouth, looking down without saying a word. I thought he found his conscience. Just as I wanted to shout for him to let me go quickly, the potent drug made my consciousness chaotic again. This was not a good sign. If this continued, I would definitely not be able to bear it and would humbly and pathetically beg that bastard. "Forget it, let's not talk about this, you untie first... mmm..." This madman Julian kissed me again as if he didn't know pain. I tried to bite him but failed; instead, I bit my own tongue until it bled. He kissed fiercely and aggressively, as if he wanted to swallow me whole. My desperate struggles couldn't escape his movements of unbuttoning my clothes. Realizing that I couldn't avoid tonight's matter, I simply closed my eyes in resignation, only struggling one last time to negotiate with him nicely: "Turn off... the camera." He panted heavily, his hot breath spraying on the side of my neck. He turned his head and bit me lightly. That was the common carotid artery. I felt like my lifeline was being held, instantly stiffening, daring not move. His voice was hoarse: "No." He looked up at me, revealing an innocent smile that an eighteen-year-old should have, but his words made my hair stand on end: "Uncle, if you dare to get engaged to that woman, then tomorrow, I will release our little video at the banquet. Uncle knows what to do, right?" Do your mom! I was burning with anger, completely mad. Before I could start cursing, Julian, as if expecting it, immediately lowered his head to seal my lips, blocking all my dirty words in my throat. 3 My consciousness gradually blurred with Julian's movements. In a trance, I saw him take my phone and dial a familiar number. I instantly sobered up and tried to snatch it. Julian's face darkened instantly, and he slammed me back onto the bed with his hand. "Uncle." He moved his body threateningly, and I immediately groaned. "You should know what to say, right?" The threat was strong. I knew it was best not to provoke him now. The call connected, and Claire's cool voice came from the other end: "Damian, what's wrong?" I cleared my throat and answered her: "Tomorrow's engagement party might need to be canceled. I have something to deal with now, I'll explain to you later." There was silence on the other end for a moment, then she said: "Okay." Julian hung up the phone with satisfaction, the expression in his eyes softening, inexplicably gentle. He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, smiling: "Uncle is so good." I gritted my teeth and ground my molars. A tiger down in the plains is bullied by dogs. It doesn't matter. Wait until the drug wears off, I'll see how long you can smile. You bastard, laugh all you want. When the time comes, see if I don't break all your white teeth. Julian seemed to know what I was thinking, ingratiatingly licking my lips that were red, swollen, and hot from sucking. "Uncle, don't be angry anymore. As long as you don't get married, you can punish me however you want. I'll take it gladly." He looked at me, the look in his eyes very serious. I knew he meant it. But I also knew that after tonight, we wouldn't be in a simple uncle-nephew relationship. Once a dog tastes meat, it will turn into a wolf, let alone a wolf pretending to be a dog? I could foresee what would happen between us. Either coaxed into bed by him or tied into bed by him, using both soft and hard tactics, using all means. I turned my head slightly, avoiding his overly passionate gaze, and didn't answer him. My attitude completely angered Julian. He narrowed his eyes, then forcefully gripped my chin, turning my face back to look at him. His eyes were icy, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly. We looked at each other for a long time. Suddenly, Julian laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making me feel creepy. He lowered his head close to my ear and said sinisterly: "Uncle, still thinking about getting married, huh?" He looked like he was about to lose his mind. I knew I shouldn't provoke him at this time, but I really didn't want to agree with his words. Because a promise is a lifetime thing. Julian would take it seriously, just like when I promised him I wouldn't get married, and he took it seriously. 4 At that time, Julian had just arrived at the Sterling family. At twelve years old, he had suffered a lot. His father was a gambler who disappeared after owing a huge debt. His mother remarried immediately, leaving Julian to grow up alone and helpless. The day I met him, I happened to close a big deal, successfully shutting everyone else up and becoming the head of the Sterling family. So, in a good mood, I meddled and saved Julian, who was beaten half to death for stealing money. I asked him: "Why steal money?" He was stunned for a moment, seemingly embarrassed, his face slightly red. He pursed his lips and spoke after a long time: "Because I was hungry. Restaurants don't hire child labor, and I couldn't beat the homeless for trash cans. I was so hungry that I couldn't stand it, so I thought of stealing money." I had nothing to say. Because I had never lived a hard life, I couldn't understand. But I was in a good mood that day, so I simply took him home, treating it as a good deed for the day, accumulating some virtue for myself, striving to be born into a rich and good family in the next life. Getting along gradually, I found Julian to be very considerate. No matter how late I came back from social engagements, he would get up and thoughtfully prepare honey water for me and massage my temples. Later, a psychologist friend told me that Julian was deliberately pleasing me, probably because he had been abandoned by his parents before and was afraid of being discarded again. So, when I came home at 3 a.m. again, and Julian heard the noise and ran downstairs, I stopped him: "Don't need you, go to sleep." Julian's face turned pale instantly, and tears suddenly fell in big drops, looking pitiful and fragile. I was stunned on the spot. I just thought of that friend's words and wanted him not to deliberately please me anymore. I didn't know if my tone was too fierce or if this kid thought of something else. Anyway, he shrank at the top of the stairs, crying pitifully. I immediately scratched my hair and walked over, patting his shoulder somewhat clumsily. I'm not good at comforting people. After racking my brains, I said to him: "Not chasing you away. You don't need to be so cautious and cramped, nor do you need to please me. Don't worry, as long as you do your own things well, I won't abandon you." He looked at me with red eyes, a hint of choking in his voice: "Then if you get married in the future and have children, will you not want me anymore? If the little aunt doesn't like me, will you also hate me and then abandon me?" That year, I was twenty-two, just the right age for marriage. Many people who wanted to climb up to the Sterling family tried to introduce partners to me. For me, marriage or love had to be ranked after my career. Although the Sterling family was strong enough, it wasn't without rivals. For me, the most important thing was to continuously expand the power of the Sterling family, making other families unable to catch up, making people tremble just hearing the name "Damian Sterling." At that time, I only had a career in my eyes. Illusory things like love were not within my consideration at all. So when he asked that, to coax him and stop him from crying, I promised him: "Don't worry, there won't be a little aunt." He raised his teary eyes and asked me: "Then in the future, will it be just the two of us living together?" I thought Julian was young and had been abandoned, so he lacked security. When he grew up, he naturally wouldn't be so dependent on me, so I nodded. But I didn't expect that after his feelings changed, this casual promise would become a sharp blade stabbing me, making even my defense seem pale and weak. I watched his face getting darker because he didn't get an answer for a long time, chuckled lightly, and answered: "Yes." Sure enough, Julian went crazy again. His eyes turned red with anger, and he punished me unrestrainedly all night. He didn't let me go until the sky turned slightly white.
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