Chapter 1103



He looked resigned as he continued, “But to Kane, my mother is nothing more than a homewrecker—his mother’s murderer. From the day I was born, Kane saw me as an enemy. He despised me and resented my very existence. When I was just a child, he pushed me into a swimming pool, fully aware that I couldn’t swim. And that wasn’t even the worst of it—he later hired people to kidnap me. Fortunately, I was saved in time.”

Belinda’s eyes widened in shock after hearing Lucas’ words.

She had never imagined the truth to be like this.

And the fact that Kane had committed such heinous acts against his own little brother?

It was beyond comprehension.

No wonder Lucas had been merciless in dealing with Kane as he grew up.

Anyone with even a shred of common sense would know that late-stage breast cancer wouldn’t develop overnight. Kane had been clinging to a delusion, and his hatred had consumed him completely.

Lucas’ jaw tightened as he said, “As I got older and took my place in the Triumph Consortium, Kane’s vendetta only grew more vicious. He repeatedly schemed against me, aligning himself with outsiders to try and bring me down. But the worst part? He actually hired assassins to take my life. Not just once. Multiple times. It was then that I understood… Kane didn’t just want to defeat me. He wanted me dead. So, I stopped holding back. If he wanted to destroy me completely, I had no reason to show him mercy.”

Belinda felt a sharp pang in her chest as she listened to his words.

Without a word, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Lucas, pressing her forehead gently against his shoulder—a silent signal that she was there for him.

She believed family didn’t always mean love.

Lucas and Kane were proof of that. Just like she and Kylee were.

Lucas turned his head slightly, looking at Belinda with a slight smile. “Don’t worry. I’m not upset,” he reassured her.

Then, with a quiet scoff, he added, “Someone like Kane isn’t worth my anger.”

Belinda nodded in agreement. “You’re absolutely right.”

Sensing the weight of the conversation, Belinda chose to shift gears, offering him a slight smile as she said, “Tomorrow’s your blood test. Are you nervous?”

Lucas’ eyes lingered on her for a moment before he finally spoke. But instead of answering her question, he posed a question of his own. “If… if the results confirm that I’m infected, then what will you do?”

Belinda gazed at Lucas, her eyes shimmering with mischief. She pretended to ponder for a moment, pressing her lips together as if weighing her options. Then, with deliberate slowness, she parted her soft, rosy lips. “Well… If that were to happen, then I suppose I’d have no choice but to…”

Under Lucas’ expectant gaze, she finished her sentence with a teasing smile. “Leave you behind and find myself a young, charming man to be my new boyfriend!”

Lucas’ expression darkened in an instant.

Without hesitation, he grasped the back of Belinda’s head and captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

But the moment their lips met, Belinda felt a sudden sharp sting—Lucas had bitten her.

“Ouch!” Belinda gasped, wincing in pain.

Propping himself up slightly, Lucas shot her a dangerous look, his voice low and threatening. “You wouldn’t dare. If you so much as think about another man, I’ll kill him.”

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