My uncle came to my room with the urge to drink. The name he shouted was my mother!

My stepfather was drawn to my mother's beauty, ignoring her marriage vows and forcefully claiming her as his own, and I was compelled to call him my father.

Everyone whispered that I was a bastard, except for my young uncle, who treated me like a treasure.

He loved to hold me close, wipe away my tears, and gently reassure me:

"Our Nora is Uncle's precious."

Gradually, I began to develop feelings for him.

The night my uncle took over the company, he was drunk and pinned me beneath him, taking what he desired.

Yet, he called out my mother's name.