Chapter 802
Chapter 802:
Even now, with all the resolve he had mustered to confront her, the mere thought of her sent a ripple of fear through him.
He took a deep breath. “When the White family was destroyed, I was lost—so lost that I thought of ending it all right then and there. But Wendy appeared, and for the first time, I saw a sliver of light in the darkness.”
A bitter laugh escaped him. “You might not believe this, but at that moment, she felt like a guardian angel. She was like a savior, stepping out of the dark with an outstretched hand. And when you’re drowning, you don’t question the lifeline—you just grab on. But after she took me in, she showed her true colors.”
His body trembled, as if the ghosts of the past were crawling back to claim him. “She looked me in the eye and told me, from that moment on, she was my queen and I was her slave. She promised to keep me safe—but only if I obeyed her every command. From then on, I was always at her service.”
“1 didn’t hate Wendy. I felt grateful, actually,” Stephen admitted, his tone layered with complexity. “Without her intervention, my fate was grim—either to fall at the hands of my adversaries or to perish with my family.”
Janice detected the subtle tension in Stephen’s demeanor and the shadow of fear that still haunted his voice. It was as though dragging him back through those dark corridors of his past was subjecting him to that cruel suffering once more.
“Let’s stop this conversation, Stephen.”
Yet, Stephen shook his head, a weak smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t fret for me. I’ve weathered the stormiest days. What more could possibly shatter me now?”
His words, meant to be dismissive, instead pulled at Janice’s heartstrings.
She extended her hand, her fingers intertwining with his, offering a silent reassurance.
The warmth from her touch seemed to anchor Stephen slightly.
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“Back then, Wendy treated me like a servant, always devising new demands to satisfy her whims. However, the moment I turned sixteen, she lost all restraint and pushed me onto her bed.”
Janice’s heart raced as she felt his hand turn frigid within her grasp.
“At that moment, I realized a harsh reality: I was not merely Wendy’s slave—I was her plaything. She confessed that the instant she saw me, she was wildly infatuated. She kept me close all this time, waiting for the day she could satisfy her desires. From then on, the only emotion I harbored towards her was hatred.”
Janice inhaled sharply, pulling her brother into a tight embrace, her heart heavy with the weight of his torment.
“Stephen, it’s all in the past now! Time will heal these wounds, and I will ensure Wendy faces justice for her actions.”
“It’s alright, Janice. You don’t need to worry for me,” Stephen said, his voice tinged with bitterness as he forced a smile. “But seeking revenge isn’t what I want. Despite everything, she did save my life. Without her, we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to reunite. So, all her previous deeds… let’s chalk them up as a debt fully paid.”
“Stephen…”
“Janice, I realize you’re no ordinary person—you even have the strength to stand up to Wendy. But could you please let her go?” Stephen pleaded, his gaze locked intensely on Janice. “I’ve settled my differences with Wendy already.”
Janice was silent for a long stretch, mulling over his words, before she finally nodded her assent.
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