Chapter 2

My name is Chloe Wilson.

Ethan is my brother, or more accurately, my stepbrother.

Before I was eight, my life was a bottomless hell.

My biological father was an alcoholic gambler with severe domestic violence tendencies. He was an absolute scumbag. Every time he lost at gambling or got drunk, he would come home and beat my mom and me.

Eventually, my mom couldn't take it anymore and filed for divorce, but he still wouldn't leave us alone. He would come to our house every few days to demand money and beat us.

He was a madman, and no one dared to stop him.

Until I was eight, my mom met Mr. Wilson. He had someone break that man's legs and throw him out. From then on, that man never dared to harass us again.

It turns out he wasn't so crazy after all. He was afraid of death too.

Half a year later, my mom married Mr. Wilson, and we moved into the Wilson mansion.

That was the first time I met Ethan.

Because I had always lived under the shadow of my biological father, I was timid and insecure from a young age. I hid behind my mom, clinging to her waist, afraid to meet people.

Mom pulled me out from behind her and said with a smile, "Chloe, this is your brother. Say hello to your brother."

I saw Ethan's face was indifferent, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

But he was so handsome. I had never seen such a good-looking brother before. I thought, he shouldn't be a bad person, right?

So I gathered my courage and timidly called out, "Brother."

"Chloe is such a good girl." Mr. Wilson patted my head and then said to Ethan, "This is your Aunt Chen, say hello."

A cold smile flashed across Ethan's face. Before I could figure out who he was smiling at, he turned and went upstairs.

"This child!" Mr. Wilson was slightly angry.

Mom held him back. "It's okay, he's still young. Let's take it slow. I don't mind."

I watched his back, and for some reason, I felt he was very lonely.