My Crazy Guardian

The rumors outside coil around me like poisonous vines, tightening until I can hardly breathe. They say Jacob Wilson loves me—loves me to the extreme, obsessively and madly. Jacob Wilson is my adoptive brother; we grew up under the same roof. But this so-called "love" is an endless nightmare for me. I tried to escape once, tried to live a normal life. I had a boyfriend—he was gentle and kind, a bright light in my dark world. But Jacob Wilson couldn't tolerate him. Like a wild beast unleashed, he kidnapped my boyfriend without hesitation. I cried, begging him to let us go. But he just stared at me coldly, with not a trace of pity in his eyes. The day of the engagement was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life. Jacob Wilson burst in, radiating a fierce, violent air, a sharp knife clenched in his hand. I watched in horror as he swung the blade, severing my boyfriend's hands. Blood soaked the pure white wedding dress, snuffing out every last hope I had for life. At that moment, all I felt was hatred. I will take my revenge on Jacob Wilson—I will make him taste pain too. I started planning, inching closer to him step by step, pretending to be obedient. Finally, on a night when he was drunk, I slipped sedatives into his drink. Watching him fall into a heavy sleep, I took out my camera and snapped intimate photos of him one by one. Three hundred and sixty-five photos in total—each one steeped in my hatred. The next day, I made these photos public. I thought Jacob Wilson would be furious, would lose his mind, and punish me even more brutally. But when he woke up and saw those photos, there wasn't a trace of blame on his face. He stepped in front of me, reaching out to stroke my cheek—a strange, intimate gesture. "Victoria," he said in a low voice, laced with a twisted tenderness, "we're destined to be alike." A chill ran through me; his reaction scared me far more than anger ever could. From then on, I could never escape. We began a warped life together. He kept me captive at his side, publicly claiming our bond was unbreakable. Days passed one after another, and before I knew it, eight years had gone by. In those eight years, I was like a soulless puppet, completely at his mercy. I thought those days would last forever, until Willa George showed up. Willa George was so pure, like a blank sheet of untouched white paper. She had clear eyes and a gentle smile—completely different from me. Jacob Wilson kept her close, protecting her with all his care. Watching them together, jealousy and hatred welled up inside me again. I knew the peaceful days were over; a new storm was coming. The hospital's disinfectant stung my nose, and my fingers gripping the medical record turned white. Familiar footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor, and when I looked up, I collided with Willa George. She wore an off-white dress, her hand gently resting over her belly, her face glowing with a soft halo. That expression—so much like the me who once longed for a peaceful life. "Victoria," she spoke first, her voice sickeningly sweet, but her eyes held sharp thorns, "I heard you've never been able to have children?" "Well, no wonder—your hands are stained with too much blood. How could heaven allow you to have a child?" I stared at her belly, my heart suddenly pierced as if by a brutal ice pick. Not being able to have a child is my pain, and she deliberately rubs salt into the wound. A surge of intense anger erupted from deep inside me, burning away all sense of reason. I found an excuse to lure her to a secluded clinic room and slipped medicine into her water. Watching her lose consciousness and collapse to the ground, I didn't hesitate for a moment and contacted the people I had already arranged. On the operating table, Willa George's face was utterly pale, but I felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction. I picked up my phone and took a photo of that tiny, unformed little life. The image in the photo was brutal to look at, yet I sent it without hesitation to Jacob Wilson with the caption: "A gift for you. Do you like it?" The moment the message sent, I felt like I saw Jacob Wilson's furious face, and a twisted thrill rose inside me.