After my sugar daddy died, I had trouble sleeping alone. One night, I was getting ready to watch some "adult content," but when I connected my Bluetooth, there was no sound in my earbuds. Just as I was about to switch videos, my stepson knocked on my door, holding his headphones. Oh crap. Wrong Bluetooth connection. The next second, he pinned me against the wall, blushing but intense. "You're watching videos because you want to try it, right?" "Why not try me...?" Chapter 1 "My dad is dead. Before he died, he named you his sole heir." "So, you inherit everything of his. Including—me." "I am also a part of his estate." "He told me specifically to obey you." "If you have needs now, of course, I must satisfy you." When Liam said this, his warm breath sprayed on my ear. My face flushed, and I felt instantly awkward. William Sterling really won't let me have peace even in death, leaving me such a mess. As the "stepmother" who is about to fight him for the inheritance, Liam naturally wouldn't give me a good face. See, waiting for my embarrassment to humiliate me to the extreme. I tried to explain to him, "Liam, I'll move out in a few days. Don't worry, I'm not interested in what your father left behind." "What belongs to you is yours. I won't take a penny." After all, during the years of our arrangement, William gave me a million dollars a month. Now I am worth tens of millions. Even if I splurge every day, it's enough for a life of luxury and comfort. Although I love money, I cherish my life more. Of course, I wouldn't be stupid enough to fight Liam for those things. As the only son of the Sterling family, how could Liam tolerate an outsider inheriting his father's legacy? Not knowing where the punchline of my words was, the usually cold Liam suddenly smiled and said: "Little Mom, there are more important things to do now." "What?" "What are you doing?" Liam suddenly picked me up princess-style and walked to the bed. Before I could react, he pressed me under him. "Of course, helping you solve your physiological needs." "You are so thirsty you need videos to relieve yourself. As a son, I should share my mother's worries." Liam began to unbutton his shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs, biceps, V-line... Is this something I can watch? "Little Mom, wipe your drool." Liam's words pulled me back to reality. Watching him undo his belt, I grabbed his hand in panic: "Wait, wait!" In my panic, my hand actually landed on his pants. Liam smiled ambiguously, "Are—you—sure?" Feeling that place starting to perk up, I quickly withdrew my hand. Young boys are full of vitality, getting hard just by a touch. But looking at his posture, he might really want to sleep with me. Does he think sleeping with me will naturally make those things his? Actually, I wanted to say, Bro, you don't need to make it so complicated. I really don't care about your family's stuff. From beginning to end, I knew my identity clearly. How could I be stupid enough to fight him for inheritance? Afraid he would really do something, I quickly explained: "Liam, I am your stepmother. Technically, I am your elder. This is not okay." "Don't worry, I am really not interested in the old man's will. In a few days, no! Tomorrow! I will move out tomorrow, absolutely won't hinder you!" "Really! I promise!" I raised my hand to swear, expressing my determination. My guess was spot on. After I said I wouldn't fight for the inheritance, Liam's face softened a lot. He picked up his shirt, put it on, and left my room. Watching the door close, I ran over and locked it. What a pity! Almost lost my virtue. Chapter 2 I packed my bags overnight. In the two years at the Sterling estate, most of my things were bought by William, bearing the mark of the family. I certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to take these things away, fearing Liam would come after me. So in the end, the only thing I could take away was that debit card. But I wasn't panicked at all. The money in the card was enough for a lifetime. Early the next morning, while Liam was still asleep, I tiptoed out of the Sterling manor. But before I even got down the hill, Liam chased after me. Screech. The car stopped right in front of me. Liam got out and walked towards me, his expression extremely ugly. His voice was icy cold, "Jade, where do you think you're going? Come back with me." I didn't understand what he meant. I left so tactfully, why was he still haunting me? "Liam, what exactly do you want?" He was very insistent, "You can't go." "Why?" I was puzzled. Liam looked at me calmly, but his gaze was mixed with emotions unfamiliar to me. Finally, he spoke softly, "Jade, I like you." I froze. "Do you really not know?" "Why leave? Stay here, be with me, isn't that good?" His expression changed unpredictably, sad one moment, happy the next, like a madman. Before I could react, he hugged me and stuffed me into the car. Standing in the familiar room again, I couldn't help but smile. Back again. Liam brought breakfast to the room. He held me tightly in his arms. He picked up a piece of toast to my lips, chuckling lightly: "Jade, be good, eat." It was a normal tone, but I felt a chill down my spine. Just like when I first met Liam. Chapter 3 I was nineteen when William started our arrangement. That year, my mom got cancer. Chemo cost thousands each time. My dad died early. Mom and I depended on each other. Her health was weak, she couldn't earn much. Supporting me until college was already her limit. To treat her, I dropped out and worked at a club. But for an introvert like me, making money was too hard. Other colleagues got thousands in tips for a drink. But I was force-fed alcohol for being ungrateful. That was when I met William. "Why make it hard for a little girl? Are you men?" "What? Never drank before?" Seeing it was him, the crowd lost their arrogance instantly, standing aside meekly. That night, William said to me: "I know your situation. I have a way for you to make a large sum of money in a short time." "What way?" I asked urgently. To me at that time, money was too important. William took a drag of his cigar and said calmly: "Be my sugar baby. I can give you a million a month for living expenses." A million. Enough for my mom's chemo a thousand times over. The temptation was too great. The girl taught to be good since childhood did something against her beliefs for the first time. "I agree." I was asked to change into a red dress. William stared at me in a trance, muttering: "So alike." Later I learned, I looked 80% like William's late wife. That night, William took me to the estate. He held me and slept all night. Nothing else happened. The next day at the breakfast table, I met Liam. He was handsome, standing out anywhere. But his aura was strangely indescribable, like melancholy, or gloom. William introduced me to him: "This is your new mother." Liam nodded and greeted me: "Mother." His tone was respectful, faultless, but his eyes were full of scrutiny. I knew the word "Sugar Baby," once attached to a woman, brings contempt and disdain. But I couldn't care less. When I got the first payment, counting the long string of zeros, I cried out loud in excitement. Chapter 4 Strangely, William didn't ask much of me. Just to dress like his late wife and stay by his side. One stormy night, I went to deliver coffee to William. Walking to the study door, I heard the sound of a whip, William's cursing, and intermittent groans. He was beating Liam again. Staying with William for a long time, I learned a bit about him. William had a "White Moonlight"—his late wife. They were deeply in love. But William was ruthless in business and offended many people. Enemies sought revenge. On the day they returned from vacation, the car lost control and crashed severely. William was saved, but his wife and the unborn baby died. It was said to be a daughter. For a long time after, William changed his ways, becoming gentle and gentlemanly. A few years later, his secretary drugged him and climbed into his bed. She disappeared for a year, then returned with baby Liam, demanding a status. William's principle of remaining faithful to his late wife was tainted. He almost killed her in anger. Later, the Old Master Sterling found out, gave the woman money, and demanded Liam stay. Liam stayed in the Sterling family, and the woman took the money and disappeared. His existence constantly reminded William of that mistake. William vented all his anger on Liam. He beat and scolded Liam frequently. If Liam did anything slightly wrong, he whipped him without a word. The study door opened. I was startled and snapped back to reality. Liam glanced at me with a pale face and left without a word. His back was red with blood, dripping down his shirt, leaving traces on the floor. Driven by some unknown psychology, I knocked on Liam's door that night. "What?" Liam asked coldly. I handed him the medicine. "Treat your wounds, or they'll get infected." Every time after punishing him, William ordered the servants not to give him medicine. Often, Liam appeared at the breakfast table with a flushed face. Unsurprisingly, a fever. Liam didn't take it, looking at me with disdain. "You giving me medicine? Aren't you afraid my dad will know? Or is this... poison he sent?" I laughed angrily. "Fine, don't take it." I turned to leave. Suddenly heard him sneer behind me. "Thought you had no temper." In the estate, I did whatever William said without complaint. After all, I knew my place too well. Fight William? Unless I was crazy. Over time, everyone in the estate thought I had a good temper, though they dared not say it to my face. Hearing Liam say it so bluntly, I just felt awkward. The next morning, while eating breakfast, Liam suddenly said "Thank you" to me.
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