After Escaping Northern Myanmar, I Became the Mad Uncle's Caged Canary

I was tricked into going to northern Myanmar for three years, where I gave birth to a demon’s child. I fought my way out of that abyss, only to find that my family, whom I’d missed every day and night, had already found a replacement for me. Their adopted daughter took all of our parents’ love and trust. I, their biological daughter, became the one they no longer needed, and they kept reopening my wounds to mock and ridicule me. Just when I was at my lowest, he appeared. The bloodthirsty madman who had treated me like a plaything for three years and made me cry in terror night after night. He was still someone everyone feared and bowed to. But this time, he stood in front of me. “She’s mine. You want to touch her? You’ll have to answer to me.”