A Beast in a Gentleman's Clothing

Burgess Harrison harbored a secret...

He had fallen in love with his stepsister, an innocent-faced girl with a voluptuous figure and a conservative dressing style.

Even during their first meeting, when he was going through puberty, he couldn't help but fantasize about countless sexual positions with her in his mind.

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"I want to see you in this dress, take it off with my hands, and kiss every inch of your body."

The dress, a custom-made luxury item from Chanel, was made of gossamer-like fabric, revealing a neckline that descended from the chest to the navel. Wearing it felt akin to wearing nothing at all.

This marked the ninth anonymous package Oprah Johnny had received in the past three months. She had previously been delighted to receive Juliet roses, Michelin pastries, and jewelry, assuming they were gifts from her boyfriend, Avery.

Unfortunately, reality proved otherwise.

After dating for six months, Avery misunderstood the situation and believed another man was financially supporting her. Due to his aversion to emotional entanglements, he suggested breaking up.

It all began with those enigmatic packages.

"You scoundrel! If I catch you, you'll regret it!"

Furious, Oprah opened the door and crumpled the offensive note into a ball, tossing it into the trash can and the dress. Her cheeks flushed with anger.

Less than half a minute later, her phone received a text message from an unknown number, saying, "Why did you discard the dress?"

Oprah felt a chill run down her spine as astonishment washed over her. "How did you know? Who are you? And why have you been sending me all these peculiar things?"

So many questions swirled in her mind.

But the person only answered her first question, "I guessed."

Though Oprah felt disappointed by the lack of detailed answers, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps someone had been spying on her. How else could the person have known about her disposing of the dress?

She glanced at the garment resting in the trash can, her chest still heaving with anger. Without hesitation, she dialed the unfamiliar number. She was determined to discover the identity of the pervert who was targeting her!

She made three calls in a row, but there was no response from the other end.

In the end, Oprah reluctantly gave up for the time being and tried to come up with another solution.

In the evening, as she dined alone in her rented house, she received a call from her mother, Roxanne. "Oprah, your brother Burgess has been abroad for three months. Can't you at least come home and eat with us?"

When Roxanne referred to Burgess as Oprah's "brother", she spoke of Oprah's stepbrother, Burgess Harrison, with whom she shared no blood relation.

At the mention of Burgess, Oprah immediately pictured his smug and aloof face, those thin lips that seemed to curl into a hint of a smile, as if mocking her status as his stepsister.

She vividly remembered when she and Roxanne entered the Harrison family five years ago. Burgess had arrogantly remarked, "It looks like our family is now granted to random guys."

Suppressing her irritation, Oprah replied, "Mom, I'm busy with work and don't have time for that."

Roxanne's voice betrayed a tinge of disappointment. "Can't you come home just for a meal and talk to your brother, even if you're busy?"

Oprah responded indifferently, "Mom, that's your home, not mine. Unlike you, I don't have a brother like Burgess who looks down on me. Besides, we both know we don't get along."

She would never forget the incident five years ago when Burgess had forced her to kneel in front of everyone, demanding she apologize repeatedly. The memory was etched in her mind, destined to remain there for the rest of her life!

Oprah honestly didn't want to return to the Harrison house, but Roxanne called her three times a day like clockwork, more punctual than mealtimes. Ultimately, she compromised and prepared to go back on the weekend.

To prevent her from backing out at the last minute, Roxanne personally drove to pick Oprah up in front of her office building on Friday night. Oprah had no choice but to accompany her back to the Harrison household.

The Harrison family was symbolic of wealth, power, and influence. Their sprawling estate, spanning ten acres in the land-scarce city of New York, testified to their immense prosperity.

From a supposedly wealthy and prosperous family, Old Mr. Harrison married the divorced Roxanne because he had fallen in love with her during his visit to the university where she taught.

As for whether Roxanne loved Old Mr. Harrison, Oprah believed that Roxanne might be more invested in the idea of marriage itself.

Whoever could provide Roxanne with a happy marriage to compensate for the pain caused by her previous marriage, regardless of the spouse's identity, Roxanne would marry them without hesitation.

The car slowly entered the grand estate.

Oprah had no interest in admiring the beauty of the property. Instead, she felt an uncomfortable sensation resurfacing.

Every time Oprah stepped into the Harrison house, she would experience that sense of displacement, as if even the servants in the manor were silently mocking her and her mother's modest background and vanity.

Oprah trailed behind Roxanne as they entered the living room, where Burgess could be easily spotted lounging on the sofa. His demeanor exuded an air of aloofness and pride, his slender hands rhythmically tapping away on the laptop.

In contrast to his sharp and flamboyant nature three years prior, Burgess appeared considerably more poised and collected now.

Oprah had to acknowledge that Burgess exuded charm in everything he did, which explained why he attracted many women just three months after returning to the country.

Roxanne warmly greeted Burgess, saying, "Burgess, are you still busy? Take care of yourself, and don't keep staring at the laptop. It's not good for your eyes."

In contrast to Roxanne's warmth and concern, Burgess responded indifferently, barely sparing a glance at the two of them.

How he looked at them reminded Oprah of how he used to gaze at stray animals or even beggars five years ago. It made her feel uneasy. She was almost tempted to turn around and leave.

After a while, Burgess set aside his laptop, stood up, and scrutinized Oprah for a full minute before speaking, "Long time no see."

Oprah disliked his aggressive gaze and casually replied, "Yeah," then headed upstairs.

Although Oprah had a room in the Harrison house, she rarely stayed there. Sometimes, to avoid Burgess, she would confine herself inside.

While hiding in her room and scrolling through her phone, she suddenly received a message from an anonymous sender, "You are magnificent, captivating me from head to toe. I can hardly contain myself."

Oprah furrowed her eyebrows and retorted, "Contain what?"

"Containing the urge to kiss you, touch you, make love with you, rendering your legs weak and incapable of leaving the bed, causing you to lie in my embrace obediently."

"You're sick!"

Oprah cursed and deleted the message.

Finally, when dinnertime arrived, they gathered around the dining table. Old Mr. Harrison sat at the head, Roxanne to his left and Burgess to his right.

Oprah sat opposite Burgess, quietly eating while listening to Roxanne's affectionate words. She asked considerate questions of Burgess, such as how life was abroad, the challenges of starting a business, and whether he had met a girlfriend, among other things.

Burgess sometimes responded coldly, but Roxanne didn't feel embarrassed at all. She treated him like her own son.

Oprah suddenly felt a sense of irony.

Her biological daughter was beside her, but Roxanne never cared about her. All she cared about was making her daughter please her husband and stepson to maintain the appearance of a harmonious marriage.

Suddenly, Roxanne lightly tapped Oprah and said reproachfully, "Oprah, stop eating and listen to your brother. He's asking you."

"What's there to ask?" Oprah thought to herself.

Without bothering to look at Burgess, she casually replied, "Oh," and lowered her head to continue eating, showing no interest in what Burgess had asked.

Burgess squinted his eyes slightly, staring at her intensely as if trying to see through her.

The atmosphere at the dining table became tense for a moment.

Oprah finished her food and put down her knife and fork, smiling faintly. "I'm done. You guys can take your time."

She was about to get up and leave when Roxanne suddenly grabbed her hand firmly. The smile on Roxanne's face faded away as she said, "Oprah, don't be capricious."

Oprah was puzzled. "Mom, how am I being capricious?"

Before Roxanne could speak, Oprah continued with a smile, "I'm not like you, always trying to please them. Just because I don't, you think I'm being capricious. Do you want me to kneel and beg their forgiveness like I did before?"

"Shut up!" Roxanne's face turned pale, and she slapped Oprah in the face.

Oprah's fair face immediately turned red.

With her head tilted, she stood there and could feel the mocking gazes of the servants in the dining room.

Once again, she became a joke in the Harrison family, just like that night five years ago.

It was the first time she and Roxanne came to the Harrison family. Despite being cautious the whole time, she accidentally broke Burgess's mother's favorite vase.

Burgess's mother had long passed away, so everything that belonged to her was precious to Burgess.

Burgess flew into a rage and said many hurtful words to Oprah, forcing her to kneel in front of his mother's portrait and apologize.

Roxanne didn't speak up for her. On the contrary, she scolded Oprah for being clumsy and helped Burgess make her say "sorry" countless times.

Burgess looked down at her and said, "You're despicable!"

Since then, Oprah had held a grudge against him, and whenever they met, they would clash.

Later, Burgess went to England, and Oprah was relieved, hoping he would never return.

But unfortunately, he did come back.