Chapter 3
After the court hearing, I moved into a luxurious riverside villa with Bruce, slipping effortlessly into the role of the caring daughter.
It wasn’t suspicion that struck me when Bruce, despite his financial troubles, managed to move into a luxurious villa; instead, I was excitedly talking about how Helen would have an easier time with the baby in a bigger house.
I ran to my father, eager to show my support, insisting I would take good care of the little brother in Helen’s belly.
Perhaps out of some lingering paternal affection, Bruce immediately transferred fifty thousand dollars to me, telling me to use it as I saw fit.
He was quick to return to work, dropping us off before rushing off again.
His haste wasn’t lost on me; I wasn’t a child, so I knew what it meant.
And I bet Helen knew even better.
The moment Bruce left, Helen White dropped her façade of kindness.
She snapped at me, calling me shameless and scolding me for being so demanding despite my age.
There was something unreadable in her eyes as she harshly pinched my forehead with her sharp nails, snatched my phone, and transferred the fifty thousand dollars Bruce had just given me to herself.
She leaned in close, her voice dripping with authority, “If you dare tell your father, things will get much worse for you. Understand?”
I nodded, playing the part of the frightened child, but inside, I was laughing at her transparent attempt to control me.
