Chapter 1The Wolf I Raised

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."

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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.