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"Muxue, my mother..." I murmured, looking at the woman before me—someone so familiar, yet suddenly a complete stranger. In my memories, she was always gentle, giving me baths and affectionately kissing my cheek. But now, everything had changed. That night, sitting on the edge of the bed, her cold fingertips traced across my cheek, yet her gaze burned with a heat that seemed ready to melt me. "I'm going to make him pay... As his son, you will pay for your father's debts." Her voice was eerily calm, without a trace of hysteria—only a chilling silence that made my skin crawl. From that day on, the cultured, gentle teacher vanished. In her place stood a woman who imprisoned me in her morbid affection. Binding my hands with a ribbon, a suffocating smile curled at the corners of her lips: "Don't even think about running away. You will always belong to Mom." "Mom... what do you actually want?" I asked, trembling. Leaning down, her warm breath brushed against my ear: "I want you to be my possession—a doll completely under my control. You share his blood, so you must pay in his stead." What was once maternal love had twisted into possession and control. I had become the instrument of her revenge, as well as her only solace. Faced with this taboo and suffocating love, should I resist? Or... surrender to it completely?