Alone with My Stepfather

I have a mother who loves me deeply.

One day, my mother found someone she wanted to marry.

I was genuinely happy for her.

As time passed, I began noticing something strange about her boyfriend.

Trapped in a space less than a hundred square meters, my movements restricted, I was pushed to the brink.

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I had a mother who loved me deeply.

One day, she told me she had found someone she wanted to marry.

I was genuinely happy for her.

But as time passed, I began to notice something strange about her boyfriend.

Trapped in a space less than a hundred square meters, with my freedom restricted, I was pushed to the brink...

My name is Chloe Anderson, and I am twenty-three years old.

My father passed away from illness when I was young, leaving my mother and me to rely on each other.

Life wasn’t luxurious, but it was fulfilling.

In my memory, my mother was always busy, leaving early and returning late, rarely staying at home.

I understood that everything she did was for me—so her daughter could have an education and food on the table, just like other children.

So, as a recent graduate, I had only one goal: to find a job as soon as possible and ease my mother’s burden.

After all, I couldn’t let down the person who loved me the most.

One day, I received a call from my mother.

"Chloe, I have good news—I’m getting married."

I was stunned.

The news was so sudden.

"Since when, Mom?"

"We’ve actually known each other for a year. You were busy with your studies, so I didn’t tell you."

I nodded thoughtfully, feeling a surge of excitement.

Since my father’s passing, my mother had worked tirelessly to raise me, never bothering to find a boyfriend.

I saw her struggles and felt her pain in my heart.

Now that I had graduated, I could stand on my own.

It was finally time for my mother to focus on herself and find her own happiness.

I couldn’t hide the joy in my voice. "That’s wonderful! Congratulations, Mom!"

"By the way, we’re officially registering our marriage tomorrow. Let’s have a meal together so you can meet him!"

I agreed without hesitation.

The man my mother had chosen must be as steady and dependable as she was, right?

With this thought, I walked into the restaurant’s private room the next day.

Contrary to my expectations, I saw a thin, shifty-eyed man.

His appearance didn’t seem trustworthy at all.

Just as I was having doubts, my mother pulled me aside and introduced me enthusiastically.

"This is my daughter, Chloe. From now on, we’re a family."

The man’s eyes lit up when he saw me.

He grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth, and extended a bony hand.

"Hello, Chloe. No wonder your mother always praises you. You’re even prettier than I imagined, hehe..."

His lecherous smile made me instinctively recoil.

When my mother noticed I hadn’t shaken his hand, she scolded me lightly.

"Chloe, this is my partner, your stepfather. Don’t be rude!"

I rarely disobeyed my mother, and I didn’t want to ruin her rare moment of happiness.

Despite my discomfort, I nodded.

Fine, it’s just this once. For my mother’s sake!

With that thought, I reluctantly extended my right hand and forced out a few words.

"Uncle Wyatt... Nice to meet you."

Like a predator eyeing its prey, he eagerly grasped my hand, a greedy smile spreading across his face.

"I’m Wyatt Lowell. Just call me Uncle Wyatt. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better, Chloe..."

He emphasized the words "get to know you better," his tone suggestive, and his smirk made me even more uneasy.

I forced a faint smile and tried to pull my hand away, but it wasn’t easy.

Wyatt’s grip was tight, as if he were clutching a prized possession.