Shen Rongshi is the uncle who raised me. Not only did we have a relationship, but I also had a child with him. For five years, I ran away while he pursued me, thinking we could forget each other in the world. I never expected that I would ultimately fall into the prison of his love, unable to escape.
Nicholas Hewitt was a close family friend who took on a paternal role and raised me.
Not only did I sleep with him-we also had a kid.
For five years, I ran, he chased. Foolishly, I thought we could vanish into our own worlds-never to meet again.
Never did I expect-I'd end up caught in his love trap, wings clipped, no escape.
1.
I stood there trembling, as frightened as a rabbit caught in headlights, my face pale and bloodless.
Outside the door, Nicholas's face was clouded with a dark fury, his eyes blood-red, like a vengeful spirit.
He spoke in a deep voice, "Tatiana, do you think this flimsy door can withstand a kick from me?"
My pupils contracted sharply, and despite my fear, I opened the door.
Nicholas looked at my white silk camisole nightgown, his tone growing colder and more terrifying, "Who gave you permission to come to such a place when you are on vacation?"
I retreated a step, shaking my head, my voice barely audible, "That's your home, not-it's not my home."
Nicholas advanced step by step, cornering me against the wall, gripping my chin and enveloping me entirely in his shadow. "I'm giving you two choices-get dressed and come with me, or I'll knock you out and carry you back!"
I stared at him in disbelief, desperately wanting to escape this domineering man.
Seeing my resistance, Nicholas's expression darkened, and he lifted me up by the waist, "Don't want to choose, huh?"
His tone was terrifying, and I cried out in fear, hitting his shoulder and shouting, "Nicholas, let me go! I'm an adult now; I can make decisions for my own life. Stop treating me like this!"
"An adult?" His voice suddenly carried a hint of mockery, and then he tossed me onto the bed.
I was thrown into disarray, and when I lifted my head, Nicholas's presence loomed over me, dominating my every breath.
The next moment, his hand brazenly slipped into my nightgown, "You've grown up..."
My heart trembled, and I nervously twisted the bedsheet beneath me with my fingers.
Was it going to be like this again?
Was Nicholas a demon?
Why did he always treat me this way?
Instinctively, I resisted, "Don't touch me! Mr. Hewitt, don't!"
"If not me, then who do you want to touch you?" Nicholas's tone suddenly intensified.
I was speechless, tears welling up in my eyes.
Just as the tension hung heavy in the air, my phone-right by the pillow-burst into ringtone out of the blue.
Seeing the number, I snapped back to reality, instinctively wanting to hang up, but Nicholas had already snatched the phone from my hand.
Nicholas looked at the screen with a sinister expression, reading the contact name word by word, "Braeden, my boyfriend?"
Nicholas knelt beside my waist, grabbed my hands, pinning them to the pillow, and answered the call.
Braeden Howe's warm, youthful voice filled the room-"Tatiana, I miss you. Do you miss me?"
Nicholas seemed to be provoked, continuing the call while leaning closer to me.
His icy, razor-thin lips sank into my skin with a devastating bite.
The pain ripped a whimper from my throat before I could even think.
"Tatiana, what are you doing?" Braeden's voice on the other end sounded worried.
Nicholas let out a cold laugh, speaking slowly, "I'm having my way with her. Do you want to listen?"
Hearing this, I exclaimed, "Braeden-"
But Nicholas had already hung up the phone, smashing it into pieces.