Chapter 1 — Manh Xuan Duong

The third year he secretly loved his brother, he died on the private yacht of the Crown Prince of the capital - Luc Dien. People said that because of an argument with someone, my brother fought to death. But I know, that's not the case. Luc Dien's white moon light was angry and deliberately teased my brother a few times. Luc Dien got jealous and ordered someone to beat him to death on the spot. "Nguyet Dao said he has a beautiful figure? Then break all his bones." Seven years later, I have become the canary that Luc Dien loves most. Don't cry, don't make trouble, be obedient, understand. He squeezed my chin and said indifferently: "Be good, besides your heart, I can give you everything." I looked up at him with innocent eyes like a deer: "Really?" I want your life, will you give it to me too? 1 The day Chu Nguyet Dao returned to the country, Luc Dien covered the city with roses to congratulate her. The story between me and him was once again ridiculed on hot search. "The Crown Prince's white moonlight has returned. Ta Tang's fake goods are about to expire, right?" “It's worth it, someone like her should end up like that.” “Looking at that green tea appearance makes me feel nauseous.” I sat in the nanny's car, quickly scrolled through the comments section, then turned off the phone. “Are you angry?” Sitting next to him, Luc Dien tilted his head and asked in a light voice. I shook my head, leaned my head on his shoulder, and obediently replied: "Just a little jealous. But thinking that before going to meet Ms. Chu, you even took me home, I'm not angry anymore." Luc Dien was very satisfied with my reaction, put his hand on my chin, and stroked it gently like a kitten. “Very good.” "I won't be home tonight. I told Aunt Ngo to stew the bird's nest for you. Remember to go to bed early after eating." The car stopped in front of the villa. I pushed the door open and walked down. Under the streetlight, I stopped for a second, then returned to the car and jumped into his arms. Tears like rain. "I know I'm not as good as Ms. Chu in any way, and I never thought I could compare to her." I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the choking in my voice. “But A Dien, please... don't leave me.” "Don't leave me..." Hot tears soaked the fabric of Luc Dien's shirt, sticking tightly to the skin of Luc Dien's chest. He paused for a moment, his warm hand gently patting my back. "No." Luc Dien grabbed my chin, lifted it up, looked at my tear-filled face, a flash of darkness flashed in his eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed me, the kiss was urgent, biting, and full of force. It wasn't until he tasted blood that he stopped. “Ta Tang, be a little obedient, I will come visit you tomorrow.” I lay in his arms, breathing heavily as if I had just experienced a passionate moment. “Yes… You have to remember, don't lie to me.” After that tender moment, I wiped my red eyes and once again got out of the car. This time, the black Rolls-Royce did not hesitate and drove away without any hesitation. It was already late, if he were any slower, he wouldn't be able to get to Chu Nguyet Dao's welcome party in time. She is the eldest lady of the Chu family, and has been raised like an egg since childhood. If Luc Dien was late, she would definitely be angry. I thought as I entered the villa. In front of Aunt Ngo, the maid, I ate the bird's nest she stewed for me spoon by spoon. After that, he carried his tear-stained face upstairs, entered the room, and locked the door. — I rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet, and threw up reeling. Nausea, really nausea. Every second of touching Luc Dien, every breath of breath from his body, carried the smell of luxury and debauchery, disgustingly rotten. Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. But I still have to coddle him, kiss him, sleep with him. Make him absolutely believe that I am a weak, helpless vine. Besides clinging to him and loving him to the core, there is no way to survive. And then, when he lets down his guard the most, I will deliver the fatal blow. — Luc Dien, the price you have to pay... is blood. Vomiting to the end, the corners of my mouth were numb, my mouth was full of bitter and sour taste. I lay on my back on the cold ground, looking up at the bright ceiling, the blinding lights made everything blurry and flickering. I covered my eyes with my hands and sobbed loudly. “But… honey, I have no other choice…” “… I miss you so much.” 2 When I was ten years old, my biological father - an alcoholic and often abusive - passed away. My mother remarried me to a clothing merchant in town. To please her new husband, she locked me in my stepfather's bedroom. Through the door, she comforted me - who was sobbing at the time: "Tang Tang, be a good child, listen to Uncle Ha, tomorrow I will buy you candy—" Before the words could finish, the tightly locked door was suddenly kicked open. A tall, thin teenager stood in the doorway, wearing a faded school uniform, his eyes full of disgust looking around the room. “It's dirty.” Those two words seemed to anger Uncle Ha. He didn't care that he was dressed sloppily, grabbed the cup on the nightstand and threw it straight at the teenager: "Ha Te Xuyen, you are a bastard child born by that slutty woman, not my blood, what right do you have to say that?!" Ha Te Xuyen did not dodge, the glass cup hit him directly on the forehead, and blood immediately flowed. As if he couldn't feel the pain, his expressionless face walked in, hugged me who was huddled in the corner of the bed and then went straight to the door. When he passed my mother, he paused slightly. “If he hates the fact that I'm an illegitimate child, then you should give him a biological child soon.” “Don't use your own daughter to please men.” That was the first time I met him - who later became my brother. 3 Tonight, I dreamed of you again. Dreaming about when I was sixteen years old, because he was worried about my studies, he asked to reserve my study results so he could work part-time to make money. Knowing that, my brother and I had a big argument. “Ha Te Xuyen, I don't need you to sacrifice yourself like that!” “You're not my biological sister, your mother and my father haven't even registered our marriage yet, you don't have to go to this extent for me—” Saying those words, my voice trembled uncontrollably. I'm not an ignorant person. I'm just afraid that one day, you'll regret it. But he just gently hugged me, his hand caressing my hair as if comforting: "Tang Tang, I won't regret it." "Origin is something you cannot choose, but relatives... are chosen by yourself." “You are the sister I chose.” I never told you... that I didn't want to be your sister. I am a pervert. In my head, low-class, dirty thoughts about my own brother always arose. I want to wait a little longer, wait until I'm eighteen. Waiting for the day when you no longer need to sacrifice your life for me. Two months later, he told me that he got a job, working as a waiter on a private yacht, getting paid two thousand yuan a day. He said, as long as he earns that amount of money, he will feel secure to return home and continue studying. But when he returned, he was just a cold corpse. The entire body's bones were shattered, flesh and blood mixed into a messy pile. They said: "Ha Te Xuyen argued with people on the boat, then fought to death, the perpetrator jumped into the sea and committed suicide." They also said that for humanitarian reasons, the yacht owner would compensate me fifty thousand yuan. I couldn't hear anything, it was as if all my senses had disappeared, I could only stare at my brother's body in front of me. Sunlight and blood mixed together, creating messy, mixed colors. “… Brother…” My brother absolutely did not die because of an argument. You go out to make money for me, how can you cause trouble with others? It was the owner of that yacht - his white moon light was angry and deliberately poured wine on my brother and teased me a few times. Said my brother had a nice figure and wanted to try it once. The boat owner became jealous, and after making up with Bach Nguyet Quang, he ordered someone to beat my brother to death. "Nguyet Dao said he has a beautiful body? Then break all his bones." From start to finish, only one lawyer came to resolve this matter. The owner of the yacht has never been revealed. It is said that the two of them have reconciled and even went skiing together in Hokkaido. A few months later, I learned his name. — Son of a powerful figure in the capital: Luc Dien. 4 I originally thought I wouldn't meet Chu Nguyet Dao soon. But she is used to being pampered, how can she stand this? Having only been abroad for two years, besides Luc Dien, there was another person, me. So, the next day, she took Luc Dien's arm and went to the studio to visit the crew. At that time, I was filming the scene of falling into the water. {Read in full at Van Ha Tuong page} Chu Nguyet Dao stood and watched for a while, then smiled scornfully: "I heard that last month you just won Queen of Pictures, is your acting only up to this level?" Obviously trying to make things difficult for me. This movie was invested by Luc Dien, so the director had to cautiously ask his opinion: "Mr. Luc, you see..." Luc Dien clapped his hands to comfort Chu Nguyet Dao, calmly said: "Go back, shoot until it's done." He came here to vent his anger on behalf of Chu Nguyet Dao. Everyone understands that – including me. In the cold late autumn weather, I repeated the scene of jumping into the cold water over and over again. The performance costume was soaked through with water, clinging heavily to the body, cold to the bone. I was so cold that my lips were pale and bloodless, as if the blood in my body had frozen. In the end, Chu Nguyet Dao had the compassion to forgive me: "This performance is considered successful." I staggered up from the lake, soaking wet, bowed humbly: "As long as Ms. Chu is satisfied, it's good." When I stood up straight, my eyelashes still had drops of water, my face was pale, making people feel sorry for me. Luc Dien's eyes suddenly stopped on my face, his throat moved slightly. Manager Trieu Tinh ran over with a blanket and was about to wrap it around me when he suddenly shouted: "Look! Ta Tang, your feet are covered in blood!" I lowered my head and saw the hem of my dress seeping red streaks. The sharp, cold pain in my lower abdomen - which I had deliberately ignored for the past hour - now reappeared violently. I watched Luc Dien walk quickly towards me, his expression no longer cold. Tears suddenly flowed from my eyes, filled with panic: "What should I do, A Dien? Our child... seems to be gone..."