Chapter 5
I felt like I was trapped in this endless dream.
And I dreamed about my first day at the Winters house.
I was eight years old. Uncle Winters took my hand and brought me to Blake.
Uncle said: “Zara, this is your big brother Jake.
When Uncle’s busy, you go to him – he’ll look after you.”
I shyly whispered “Hello, Jake.”
Blake, five years older than me, was cruel and stared at me with pure rage.
“Don’t call me! I’m not your brother. Your brother, your mom and dad – they’re all dead! You lost your parents, so now you’re here to steal mine!”
I burst into tears on the spot.
Uncle and Aunt gave him a serious beating.
That night, Blake showed up to apologize with his face all puffy and bruised.
After that, life at the Winters house was perfectly calm.
So calm that Blake and I basically pretended the other didn’t exist.
No matter how close we seemed, we were never really family.
I should have understood that long ago.
But what was I hoping for anyway?
Later, Blake inherited Aunt’s film company and became the CEO everyone knows now.
Maybe because he knew I wouldn’t fight him for the family fortune, he started treating me a little better.
He’d bring me gifts whenever he went out.
That’s when I started fantasizing again – that I’d finally found a family.
But fantasies are just fantasies.
They don’t become reality.
When I woke up, I was already in the hospital, having just pulled through the worst of it.
Uncle Winters and Aunt Winters were sitting by my bed.
Seeing me wake up, Uncle suddenly shouted: “Get over here and kneel!”
I jumped in fear. Aunt quickly stroked my face, “Sweetie, he’s not talking to you. Don’t be scared.”
She glared at Uncle: “Can’t you keep your voice down? You’re scaring Zara!”
That’s when I noticed Blake standing not far away.
15:23
From ‘Clingy Orphan‘ to Unbothered Queen: The Block Button Is My Best Revenge
33.9%
Chapter 5
By the time I realized what was happening, he was already kneeling beside my bed.
There were reporters outside. Through the glass window of the hospital room, they were brazenly filming the scene of “CEO Winters” kneeling before some third–rate nobody actress.
I didn’t dare look at Blake’s face.
I was afraid I’d see hatred in his eyes – after all, because of me, he was about to trend on social media and get humiliated by netizens.
So I closed my eyes and turned my head away.
But I heard Blake’s helpless, pleading voice: “Zara, won’t you forgive me?”
I was surprised. I turned back to meet a pair of tear–filled eyes.
I took a deep breath: “Blake… I don’t blame you. You weren’t the one who hurt me. What I said back then was just anger talking.”
My tone was calm, even gentle.
But Blake’s eyes trembled, “You still won’t forgive me.”
It wasn’t about not forgiving him. I’d just learned my lesson.
I didn’t want to get tangled up with him anymore.
