After I Moved In, My Best Friend's Uncle Lost Control Over Me

At eighteen, Lin Wan fled her family's preference for sons and moved into her best friend Su Qing's luxurious villa.

She thought it was only a shelter from the storm, but she had no idea she was stepping into an even more beautiful prison. The room Su Qing kept empty most of the time sometimes welcomed its true owner, Shen Mochen.

He was the real power behind the Shen family, with an unfathomable background and ruthless methods. The socialites who dreamed of getting close to him were said to be enough to circle the city three times. The first time he saw Lin Wan was in the dim kitchen of the villa. She had dropped a glass and stood there, startled like a fawn that had wandered into forbidden territory.

“Name?”

“...Lin Wan.”

He remembered her.

Su Qing warned her over and over: “Stay away from my uncle. He's dangerous.”

Lin Wan only wanted to quietly retake her exams, get into university, and become completely independent.

But fate had other plans.

One rainy night, he came home drunk and trapped her at the turn of the stairs. His burning breath scorched her ear.

“Come with me.”

Terrified, she fled that very night and vanished without a trace.

Five years later, Shen Mochen had searched the whole city, swearing to tear the little thing who dared to run away limb from limb.

Twenty-three-year-old Lin Wan had learned to hide behind a mask of indifference. Then, at a business cocktail party, she turned around and crashed into the eyes that were deep as an abyss and etched into her very bones.

He looked at her, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold, confident smile.

“Lin Wan, the game has only just begun.”

“This time, you won't get away.”