A wolf in a sheep's clothing
997 Words
The slap echoed and filled the entire room and Jason’s head turned to the side. For a moment, he stayed still, as if he was trying to understand what had just happened.
“Take her away,” Mrs. Winston ordered coldly and the guards moved instantly, hold my hands.
“Don’t touch me!” I said as I struggled, twisting my hands against their grip, trying to free myself.
Noah lay on the couch, a smug smile was still plastered on his lips.
Jason’s hand remained tightly wrapped around the wheel of his wheelchair.
“Young master, please let go. You need to rest,” the guards pleaded softly so he'll let go. But Jace didn’t respond to their pleas.
Instead, he slowly turned his gaze and looked at me, he watched as I tried to wiggle myself out of their hold.
Then without warning his hand slipped into a hidden compartment on the wheelchair.
And in the next second, he took out a knife.
Before anyone could react, he moved forward and stabbed Noah in his left thigh.
Noah's smile faded and he let out a sharp groan due to the pain, his hand flew to his leg as blood began to stain his trousers and drip on the floor.
Mrs. Winston turned around at the sound, her eyes widened in shock as she saw her son bleeding heavily.
Jason moved quickly without waiting.
He dragged Noah to lay on the couch and forced him to lie flat on it, then he pressed the blade of the knife firmly against his step brother’s neck.
“Release her,” Jason said, his voice low and deadly. “Or else.”
Mrs. Winston’s lips curled. “I don’t believe you would actually kill your own brother.”
Jason tightened his grip on the knife, his knuckles started turning white. “Are you willing to bet on that?”
Noah’s smug expression was gone and his voice trembled as he whispered and begged, “Mom… please. Save me. Jason is serious. I can feel it.”
Jason said nothing. He simply stared at his mother with cold, furious eyes.
Mrs. Winston hesitated for a second before waving her hand at the guards. “Let her go.”
The guards immediately released me.
“From now on,” Jason continued, his voice steady, “no one is allowed to touch my fiancée.”
Mrs. Winston nodded stiffly. “Fine.”
“Noah is not allowed anywhere near my room, Daphne stays with me.”
“Sure.” Mrs Winston agreed while Noah yelled for help.
“And no matter what happens in the future,” Jason pressed the knife even tighter against Noah’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood,
“If any harm comes to Daphne, it will be repaid to Noah tenfold.”
Mrs. Winston’s eyes looked between the knife and her younger son. She hesitated again.
Jason’s gaze never shifted.
Jason pressed the knife a fraction deeper as she hesitated to answer.
A thin line of blood leaked out of Noah's neck, slipping down to stain the crisp white collar of his shirt.
Noah flinched, a sharp breath catching in his throat as fresh blood also leaked from the wound in his thigh.
“Sure,” Mrs. Winston said.
Jason gaze shifted from her and he looked at Noah “If your hands ever touch her again, I'll castrate your balls and feed them to the pigs.” his voice calm, steady and dangerous.
“Let’s go,” Jason said quietly as he dropped the knife on the floor.
I stepped forward without thinking, gripping the handles of his wheelchair and pushing him out of the room.
Behind us, Noah’s voice shattered the silence.
“You’re a wolf!” he shouted as he sat up. “A wolf in sheep’s clothing! You’ve been lying to us all along!”
I kept pushing without looking back, My hands were steady, but my heart wasn’t.
I couldn’t get those images out of my head. He's a young master with broken legs, abandoned in a nursing…
How could he have such deadly eyes?
Those weren’t the eyes of a helpless man.
He looked like a murderer, someone who had killed before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
There was no way he was as useless as everyone believed. No way he could be someone others could easily manipulate.
I was still lost in those thoughts when suddenly he lowered his head and started to cry.
I froze, and became confused. Why was he crying?
I walked over slowly and knelt in front of him, studying his face. Concern mixed with suspicion in my eyes.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice shaking. “I—I didn’t know… I didn’t think they would do this to you.”
He sniffed, his shoulders were trembling.
“This house isn’t safe for you anymore. I can’t leave… but you can. I’ll cancel the contract.”
His voice broke as he continued,
“I’ll transfer the money to you. Just… leave.”
I stared at him for a moment. Then my expression hardened when I saw through him. “Stop pretending.” His crying stopped.
Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me.
“You knew,” I said quietly, my eyes locked onto his. “You knew your stepmother wanted to turn you into your older brother.”
This time, he looked away and the room became silent.
Then, after a pause, he spoke.
“When I turned six, she took me to the balcony. She made me watch my brother push my father off the rooftop."
My breath caught in my throat. How could she?
“My mother told me something that day,” he continued bitterly. “She said only monsters like my stepbrother… can survive in the Winston family.”
"She wants me to be colder, crueler and more vicious than my elder brother."
- Writer
