Trapped as the daughter of the male lead’s wicked stepmother in a tragic BL story, I found myself facing an impossible dilemma. Back when the young protagonist suffered through neglect and cruelty, I knew his future path all too well. Should he break free as destined, my fate would be sealed by his vengeful hands. Desperate to survive, I chose to care for him instead, tending to his wounds with kindness.
One day, with cheeks flushed like blooming roses, he confessed shyly, “I think… I like someone.” Yet he hesitated, unable to voice his feelings.
“Of course it’s hard to say!” I reassured him warmly. “But don’t worry—whoever you love, your heart matters most. Follow your desires, my dear. I’ll always respect your choice!”
But everything shattered when I tried to walk away.
“Edwin…?” His voice trembled as tears spilled over. In an instant, his grip tightened, his once-soft gaze now burning with dark obsession. “If you dare leave me, Alice… you’ll have to kill me first.”
How was I supposed to defeat the most powerful man in the world? The gentle boy I’d nurtured had vanished, replaced by a possessive shadow that refused to let go.
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