Chapter 5. Demon Brother, Gong Heng 5

Gong Heng, the only heir to the Mayor of B City, Gong Mian. Born with a silver spoon, fate had lavished upon him all its favors.

With his refined and handsome appearance, his ethereal demeanor, his modest and polite behavior, and his elegant and distinguished manners, he was acknowledged as the most esteemed young master in social circles; even the entertainment industry was in awe of his appearance and grace.

He was the mainstream among the nobles, the darling child praised by all, an exemplary student, a respected friend, and a deity revered by the masses.

Once, she had thought the same. She had been proud of this elegant and handsome brother.

But who knew that beneath that cultivated exterior lurked the brutal and cold-blooded nature of a demon.

His life had been predetermined from the start, meant to be brilliant and lofty, a king high above others.

Yet two years ago, she was exiled abroad by the Gong Family and was commanded never to return to the country.

To many, his departure seemed like a trip abroad for further studies. Only a few insiders knew that he was exiled.

And the reason for his exile...

He had imprisoned her for a month.

He was her nightmare.

When she was eight, her parents died in a car accident, and her father's family had no room for her. At that time, she was helpless until Uncle Gong, a good friend of her mother, found her and brought her home.

The first time she met Gong Heng, he was only fifteen, sitting under an old pagoda tree in the garden reading a book. At that moment, she felt the boy seemed to be covered with sunshine, exuding a warm aura, surrounded by it, like an angel who had fallen to earth.

Uncle Gong told her that he was his only son and that from then on, he would be her brother, Gong Heng.

At that time, she would never have imagined that the boy, radiant under the sunlight, who brought beauty into her life, would one day become her nightmare.

An eternal nightmare.

That one month was simply the darkest moment of her life. He had stopped at nothing, tying her up, drugging her with sleeping pills, locking her in a room, securing all the windows with iron bars...

The golden cage of a canary.

"Mianmian, the way you struggle is so cute."

"..."

A numbing pain passed through her neck, along with a warm breath. His slender fingers traced her delicate skin, tenderly caressing her fairness and sensitivity.

She suddenly opened her eyes, grasping at the large hand in horror. The light in the room flickered on and off, casting a peaceful shadow, and she could clearly see the gentle and jade-like face beside her.

A face that belonged to a demon.

He smiled shallowly, bloodthirstily, mercilessly.

Her blood curdled, her chest heaved violently, and she suddenly threw off his hand, twisting her body and rolling off the bed.

But before she hit the ground, a large hand caught her waist and pulled her back onto the bed.

"Hmm..."

"Does it hurt?"

His voice resounded in her ear, like a ghost beckoning at midnight, his eyes full of mirth making her hairs stand on end.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her large eyes filled with fear, her lips quivered, weakly looking at him who was so close.

He smiled faintly, with unparalleled elegance, his flawless face brimming with endless mirth.