Looking at my uncle's figure sitting in front of me in the drawing room, I have never felt so small in my entire life.
It doesn’t matter how old or how tall I am, deep down I’ll always be that small toddler, crying after spilling his chocolate milk, waiting for his fist to land on my face.
He may not hit me anymore, as I got bigger than him. But he sure can still hurt me. And he does it as often as it pleases him.
I was stupid to think I could face him. Nobody can go against Sebastian Hayworth. Especially me.
"I don't care what you do to me. But please, please, leave Nina out of this. She is a good person and so are her parents. These people live an honest life. They don’t deserve this. They are already struggling with the Vineyard, mostly because the bank loan is overdue," I pleaded,
