登入My mother, Eleanor Thorne, dropped out of school at a young age to work, single-handedly raising my uncle, Logan Thorne, all on her own. Because of that bond, right before she passed away from a severe illness, she tightly held Logan’s hand and entrusted me to his care, begging him to look after me. With bloodshot eyes, Uncle Logan swore right beside her hospital bed that he would never let a single soul lay a finger on me for the rest of his life. When I was seven years old, my biological father, Richard Jennings, was preparing to remarry, and he muttered a cruel comment under his breath, calling me a piece of useless baggage. The next second, Logan smashed a glass bottle right over his head. "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my little girl like that?" he roared. "Keep running your mouth, and I will personally ruin you!" Before his head wounds could even fully heal, Richard literally checked himself out of the hospital and fled the city, never daring to show his face around us again. During my high school years, a boy cornered me on the way home to force a love letter into my hands, which completely terrified me. Logan flew into an absolute rage. That very afternoon, he brought a crew and broke the boy's leg. That act invited a violent retaliation. Logan was targeted in a brutal hit-and-run and left for dead on the asphalt. He spent three grueling days fighting for his life in the ICU before the doctors finally pulled him back from the brink. Yet, the exact moment he was discharged from the hospital, he tracked that student down again and beat him within an inch of his life. I was utterly horrified. Desperate to prevent my uncle from hurting anyone else on my account, I, Maisie Thorne, secretly applied to a university overseas without telling him, leaving the country for three long years. On the eve of Logan’s wedding, he personally flew out on a private jet to pick me up and bring me back home. That night, we sat down to have a quiet dinner together. But the night took a twisted turn when his fiancée mistook me for a hidden mistress. "So, you're the little obsession my husband can't seem to stop thinking about," Victoria Vane sneered, glaring at me. "I’ve heard all about the mysterious girl locked away in his private thoughts. Let's see how much sleeping around you can do once I strip that pretty little face right off your head, Maisie Thorne!"
查看更多She turned her head to look directly at me, a flash of genuine, twisted curiosity dancing deep within her eyes."Because you targeted the one person in this world you should have never laid a finger on," I said flatly.She froze for a fraction of a second, and then a cold, mocking laugh escaped her throat."Have you ever stopped to consider one simple fact—if he hadn't placed you on such a ridiculously high pedestal, I would have never even noticed your existence in the first place?" Her voice dropped into a low, chilling whisper. "Your own uncle was the one who pushed you directly under the edge of my blade. The person you truly deserve to loathe above anyone else isn't me."My rational mind immediately flagged her words, knowing perfectly well that she was merely attempting to drive a psychological wedge between us.The fact that my uncle regarded me as the most important person in his life was absolutely not his fault, and it was certainly not my fault.The ultimate blame rest
Because Victoria was currently pregnant, the court sentenced her to five years in state prison, with the execution of the sentence suspended for a two-year probationary period.If she committed another offense within those two years, her old and new crimes would be calculated together, and she would be remanded into immediate custody.Meanwhile, the Vane Corporation completely disintegrated overnight. Every single cargo vessel under Arthur’s name was seized at the ports, his corporate bank accounts were frozen, and his business partners turned on him one by one.An old fox who once sat on over a billion dollars in net worth was transformed, in less than a month, into a total pariah whom absolutely everyone avoided like the plague.I looked over at my uncle. "Uncle Logan, what do you plan to do about the baby?""I will raise the child," he replied, his voice dropping into a very low register. "It’s my own flesh and blood. But as for the child's mother—from the exact millisecond tha
I stared into his bloodshot eyes, which were heavily swollen from staying awake for three grueling days straight."Uncle Logan, you are entirely more important than any of them."Uncle Logan’s pupils vibrated slightly at my words."You gave a promise to my mother," I said, the rims of my eyes flushing a deep red. "You swore to her that you would live a good, long life. Your survival is the absolute greatest tribute you can give to Eleanor Thorne's memory."Do not stain your own hands for this."Uncle Logan’s Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed hard."Okay," he said.As he forced that single word past his teeth, I watched the muscles along his jawline clench so tightly they looked ready to snap.He was restraining himself—fighting down the primitive, violent urge to storm out of this room and tear those people apart with his bare hands, suppressing a fury that was burning right through his bones.I kept my eyes locked onto his face."Uncle Logan," I whispered, my voice
"Maisie!""Maisie, please do not fall asleep on me.""Maisie, look at your uncle. Open your eyes for me."I desperately wanted to tell him the truth.Uncle Logan, I do not blame you.You were simply a tiny bit late, and you simply chose the wrong woman to trust.You were simply entirely too desperate to let my mother rest in absolute peace.But I lacked the physical capacity to utter a single word.Then, everything went entirely black.The next time my eyes fluttered open, I was already resting inside a clean hospital bed.I immediately caught sight of Uncle Logan, his eyes completely bloodshot from exhaustion."Maisie?"His voice sounded incredibly raw and hoarse.My lips were completely split and cracked, sending a sharp wave of pain through my face the moment I moved them, yet I still forced my muscles to trace a very faint, delicate smile."Uncle Logan," I whispered, using a tiny, friction-filled pocket of breath."I'm right here!" Logan’s eyes instantly flushed red












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