Chapter 1

Burgess Harrison harbored a secret...

He had fallen in love with his stepsister, an innocent-faced girl with a voluptuous figure and a conservative dressing style.

Even during their first meeting, when he was going through puberty, he couldn't help but fantasize about countless sexual positions with her in his mind.

...

"I want to see you in this dress, take it off with my hands, and kiss every inch of your body."

The dress, a custom-made luxury item from Chanel, was made of gossamer-like fabric, revealing a neckline that descended from the chest to the navel. Wearing it felt akin to wearing nothing at all.

This marked the ninth anonymous package Oprah Johnny had received in the past three months. She had previously been delighted to receive Juliet roses, Michelin pastries, and jewelry, assuming they were gifts from her boyfriend, Avery.

Unfortunately, reality proved otherwise.

After dating for six months, Avery misunderstood the situation and believed another man was financially supporting her. Due to his aversion to emotional entanglements, he suggested breaking up.

It all began with those enigmatic packages.

"You scoundrel! If I catch you, you'll regret it!"

Furious, Oprah opened the door and crumpled the offensive note into a ball, tossing it into the trash can and the dress. Her cheeks flushed with anger.

Less than half a minute later, her phone received a text message from an unknown number, saying, "Why did you discard the dress?"

Oprah felt a chill run down her spine as astonishment washed over her. "How did you know? Who are you? And why have you been sending me all these peculiar things?"

So many questions swirled in her mind.

But the person only answered her first question, "I guessed."

Though Oprah felt disappointed by the lack of detailed answers, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps someone had been spying on her. How else could the person have known about her disposing of the dress?

She glanced at the garment resting in the trash can, her chest still heaving with anger. Without hesitation, she dialed the unfamiliar number. She was determined to discover the identity of the pervert who was targeting her!

She made three calls in a row, but there was no response from the other end.

In the end, Oprah reluctantly gave up for the time being and tried to come up with another solution.

In the evening, as she dined alone in her rented house, she received a call from her mother, Roxanne. "Oprah, your brother Burgess has been abroad for three months. Can't you at least come home and eat with us?"

When Roxanne referred to Burgess as Oprah's "brother", she spoke of Oprah's stepbrother, Burgess Harrison, with whom she shared no blood relation.

At the mention of Burgess, Oprah immediately pictured his smug and aloof face, those thin lips that seemed to curl into a hint of a smile, as if mocking her status as his stepsister.

She vividly remembered when she and Roxanne entered the Harrison family five years ago. Burgess had arrogantly remarked, "It looks like our family is now granted to random guys."

Suppressing her irritation, Oprah replied, "Mom, I'm busy with work and don't have time for that."

Roxanne's voice betrayed a tinge of disappointment. "Can't you come home just for a meal and talk to your brother, even if you're busy?"

Oprah responded indifferently, "Mom, that's your home, not mine. Unlike you, I don't have a brother like Burgess who looks down on me. Besides, we both know we don't get along."

She would never forget the incident five years ago when Burgess had forced her to kneel in front of everyone, demanding she apologize repeatedly. The memory was etched in her mind, destined to remain there for the rest of her life!

Oprah honestly didn't want to return to the Harrison house, but Roxanne called her three times a day like clockwork, more punctual than mealtimes. Ultimately, she compromised and prepared to go back on the weekend.

To prevent her from backing out at the last minute, Roxanne personally drove to pick Oprah up in front of her office building on Friday night. Oprah had no choice but to accompany her back to the Harrison household.

The Harrison family was symbolic of wealth, power, and influence. Their sprawling estate, spanning ten acres in the land-scarce city of New York, testified to their immense prosperity.

From a supposedly wealthy and prosperous family, Old Mr. Harrison married the divorced Roxanne because he had fallen in love with her during his visit to the university where she taught.

As for whether Roxanne loved Old Mr. Harrison, Oprah believed that Roxanne might be more invested in the idea of marriage itself.

Whoever could provide Roxanne with a happy marriage to compensate for the pain caused by her previous marriage, regardless of the spouse's identity, Roxanne would marry them without hesitation.

The car slowly entered the grand estate.

Oprah had no interest in admiring the beauty of the property. Instead, she felt an uncomfortable sensation resurfacing.