Chapter 4

Fiona Taylor held back and didn't expose her son.

Her son was her only support in the Everett Family; she didn't want a direct conflict with him.

Fiona Taylor suppressed her shock and anger, closed Wesley Everett's room door, and instructed the servants not to disturb him.

After Fiona Taylor left, I pushed Wesley Everett away.

I sat weakly on the bed, gulping fresh air. The big movement made my nightgown completely fall off.

My graceful figure was fully exposed.

Wesley Everett's drunkenness had mostly faded, and he looked at me with a grim face.

Just as he was about to question me.

I was a step ahead, getting off the bed, tears in my eyes, and running away in panic.

Wesley Everett was stunned, watching me flee.

For a moment, he felt a bit annoyed.

Was she disgusted by him?

After I left, Wesley Everett didn't sleep. He replayed the scene of me pinned beneath him, releasing again and again.

He didn't know, as he called my name in ecstasy, I was outside the door watching him.

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The next day was a rest day, and I was painting in the studio.

Fiona Taylor stormed in with people, "Grab Lydia Kane for me!"

"Slut, just as cheap as your mother!"

She was furious, dragging me into the conservatory and throwing me to the ground.

The conservatory was her domain; she loved using needles on me there.

Gideon Everett didn't allow me to have visible injuries.

So, she could only use needles.

After pricking my back, she still wasn't satisfied. She wanted to stab my fingers with needles.

I was actually scared inside.

Childhood memories of her abuse almost made me faint.

I was gambling, betting that Gideon Everett or Wesley Everett would come to rescue me.

Sure enough, just before the needle pierced my finger. Gideon Everett kicked open the door to the conservatory.

He pulled Fiona Taylor away.

"Fiona Taylor, I warn you, don't forget your place."

Pushed away, Fiona Taylor screamed uncontrollably.

"Do you know what she did? She seduced Wesley. Just like her shameless mother. All sluts!"

Gideon Everett ignored her.

He picked me up and headed straight to the attic.

That's the forbidden area of the Everett Family, where my mother lived before she died.

Gideon Everett threw me onto the carpet, standing before me, leisurely unbuckling his belt.

He didn't save me; he just changed the way he tortured me.

My hands and feet were tied, unable to move.

Gideon Everett drank a lot, and with each sip, he whipped me. The belt lashed my body, burning with pain.

Exhausted, he collapsed on the sofa, panting.

The opportunity was coming.

I silently counted the time, waiting for him to get drunk.

Gideon Everett grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at him, "Lydia Kane, you know very well why I keep you."

With that, he threw away the belt, untied me, and began tearing at my clothes.

I struggled desperately, crying out to remind him.

"Uncle Gideon, you promised my mom you wouldn't touch me."

His hands paused briefly, then resumed tearing me apart even more violently.

I calmed down, trying hard to imitate my mother's voice, speaking coldly, "Gideon Everett, are you an animal?"

Gideon Everett froze, his eyes dazed as he looked at me...

"Sophie, we met first, I loved you first. Why did you..."

He tossed aside the belt, freed me from my restraints, and started to pull at my clothes.

I struggled desperately, crying out to remind him.

"Uncle Gideon, you promised my mom you wouldn't touch me."

His hands hesitated for a moment, but then he attacked even more ferociously.

I calmed myself, trying hard to mimic my mother's voice, speaking coldly, "Gideon Everett, are you an animal?"

Gideon froze, his eyes glazed as he looked at me...

"Sophie, we met first, I loved you first. Why..."

His voice was thick with emotion.

I knew I had succeeded. Gideon mistook me for my mom.

I pushed him away, picked up the belt from the floor, and pressed my foot against his fervor.

I struck him hard with the belt.

He didn't evade, enduring the pain with a twisted sense of excitement.

Gideon Everett, this twisted monster.

"Kneel!"

I lashed him again, and Gideon trembled as he knelt upright. It seemed he enjoyed it that way.

Suppressing my revulsion, I used the handle of the whip to lift his chin.

"Gideon Everett, do you realize how filthy you are? You disgusting creature!"

He didn't flinch, his eyes dazed as he looked at me.

"Sophie, I just love you too much. Please, give me, give me a child of ours."