Leaving My Obsessed Uncle

Dominic Landford was well-known in his social circles as a player. Yet, there was one exception, the little girl he had picked up from the orphanage when he was young.

A friend once teased him, "Dominic, are you planning to stay single forever and take care of your baby girl?"

He had merely raised an eyebrow, stroking my hair with a playful smile on his lips. "Why not?"

What no one knew was that behind closed doors, our relationship went far beyond the surface.

However, Dominic was getting married.

There was no notice, no explanation.

But then, he came to me, clutching the peace bracelet he had once given to me as a lucky charm.

His scarlet-tinged eyes held a desperate plea. "I’m begging you as your uncle."

***

"Lila…"

The scent of alcohol clung to his body, mingling with the chill of the night air. He slowly leaned in, his gaze tender yet brimming with longing.

He pressed a kiss to my lips and sucked them. "Did you miss me?"

I pushed him away, my fingertips brushing over the sharp lines of his brow bone. "Uncle, where's my birthday present?"

He chuckled lowly, then lowered his head, claiming my lips with a fierce intensity. That night, he was unrelenting, as though he wanted us to be consumed together in a sea of desire.

By the end of it, I was utterly drained.

A cool sensation brushed against my collarbone and when I looked down, I saw the glimmer of a ruby necklace. I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

The next morning, the headlines buzzed with excitement. [CEO of Landford Group Spends Seven Digits on Rare Treasures]

I mumbled and nestled into his chest playfully.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He reached for it, pretending not to notice my curiosity. But I was not about to let it go, so I grabbed the phone.

He then moved to kiss the back of my neck.

"Who is Suzanne?" I asked.

For a brief moment, his movements stilled. Then, he returned to his usual calm demeanor, retrieving the phone from my hand, but his face had turned cold. "Lila, don’t touch my phone."

In that instant, my heart plummeted into an abyss, drowning in a sea of acidic torment.

Dominic's lack of access to women had reached an outrageous level. There were barely any women's contact details on his phone. How could any woman possibly reach him late at night?

I bit my lower lip and smiled tentatively. "Uncle, if you have someone else, we should separate."

It was not a breakup.

It was separation.

Because we had never been a couple to begin with.

Dominic was enraged by my words. His fury manifested in his relentless punishment, over and over again, until I finally fainted from the ordeal.

When I woke up, he was gone.

My phone showed over thirty missed calls. They were all from my friend from ballet class.

When I finally answered, his voice carried a hint of anxiety. "Lila, are you okay? Why didn't you answer any of my calls?"

"I'm fine."

Later, we took a taxi. By the time we arrived, Caleb had already changed into his costume and was waiting. When he saw me, he simply raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

I slipped into an exquisite pink tutu and stood before him.

His lips curved into a mischievous smile as his gaze fixed on my neck. Realizing what he was looking at, I quickly turned away. "Let's begin."

We had known each other for years and our movements were fluid and perfectly synchronized.

When we completed a particularly challenging lift, I landed with grace, but a sharp pain suddenly tore through my thigh. My body lost balance instantly.

Thud!

As I fell, my dance skirt fluttered slightly, revealing my knees scraping against the ground. Blood trickled down, drop by drop.

I attempted to move my ankle but found it impossible.

Caleb scooped me up in his arms, panic evident in his expression. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Cold sweat dampened my forehead as I endured the searing pain. I shook my head and refused. "Caleb, call my uncle."

"Lila Sinclair, you're seriously injured."