My Brother, The Devil ✔

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Blair POV.

"I said I liked you, and you threw me abroad." I lightly flick his penis. "Now you say you want to marry me, so I have to agree?"

George moans softly, and a bit of semen drips from the tip. I touch it with my index finger, immediately pulling out a transparent thread. George's breathing grows heavier, he bends his long legs, and his forehead is sweaty. "It wasn't the right time then."

"Is it the right time now?"

"Let me go." George's voice is extremely hoarse.

Ha. I chuckle softly and pat George's face. "Did you sleep with your fiancée?"

"No."

"Do you think I'll believe that?" I grab George's neck. "Do you think I love you so much that I'll always wait for you?"

The chains clink. George gasps for air, struggling, his wrists already chafed and raw.

I jump off the bed. "Bye."

"Where are you going?" His penis is still standing tall.

"None of your business." I curl my lips into a smile, close the door to the master bedroom, and leave.

I run into Amelia at the end of the hallway. She looks at me, eyes wide. "Boss..."

I shrug. "I tied him up. I'm leaving now. Are you going to help him?"

A loud crash comes from the master bedroom, probably a glass lamp hitting the floor.

I'm taking a gamble. I bet Amelia, who has been spying on me for George all these years, still has a shred of conscience left.

Amelia opens her mouth, and finally says, "When should I start hearing noises from inside?"

I think about my experiences in the basement. "Tomorrow morning."

"Oh, and he's completely naked. You might want to bring him some clothes when you go in."

"I'll have the butler handle it."Amelia replies.

I take the nanny and Speranza and head to the airport overnight. The plane takes off at dawn.

At 6 PM local time in Country B, I stand at the entrance of my university, attending an anniversary event.

I saw the anniversary email on the plane, nestled among work emails. I opened it, looked at the invitation, and suddenly missed my university life when I was exiled.

I enter the small auditorium, where the lights are off. When I open the door, I see colored lights swaying inside, and people are already on stage, playing music and singing passionately. The audience is casually sitting or standing, following the rhythm and clapping along.

The students organizing the event are very enthusiastic. They ask me which year I graduated, note down my name, and then invite me to eat snacks and drink fruit wine.

The students on stage are singing a love song, and the friends below are swaying and singing along with them.

I sit in the dimly lit corner by the prop box, my glass gradually emptying. Because of giving birth to Speranza, I haven't touched alcohol in a long time. Now, after just one glass, I'm a bit dizzy. But the atmosphere here is great; these kids are lively, laughing freely and cheering loudly.

I get up and took a new drink from the table, fork a piece of apple from the plate, stuff it into my mouth, and taste the sweet and sour fruit while taking a sip of wine.

Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so picky, why I need something that belongs solely to me.

I still remember every detail of the time I fell into the lake when I was eight years old. The cold water seemed to wash away my soul, and the mist on the lake seemed like it would never dissipate. When I was a child, I always imagined myself as a little monster hiding in the forest and the mist. Any unsuspecting human who stepped into my territory, I would swallow them whole.