Stepbrother’s Crime, War Hero’s Tortured Hell Chapter 02

Stepbrother’s Crime, War Hero’s Tortured Hell Chapter 02 False Glory and Hidden Malice
Presently, a military armored vehicle pulled up. Lucas strode over in high spirits and chided them softly. “Grandfather, Father, Serena, do not treat Silas this way.” Grandfather and Father immediately hurried over to him, their faces were full of loving kindness. “Lucas, you’ve just returned victorious from battle; you ought to rest well. We told you not to trouble yourself with fetching your brother. If he acts out of line again and upsets you, we would be grieved.” Serena leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Indeed. If Silas lets jealousy drive him to harm you once more, we shall regret it endlessly.” They surrounded him, guarding him as though he were a priceless treasure. A sharp stab pierced my heart. Before my stepmother had married into the Maddox family alongside Lucas, I had once been cherished and protected just the same. I recalled the year I went undercover and was abducted by drug lords. Father had sustained three stab wounds trying to rescue me, nearly losing his life. My stern grandfather had fought the traffickers recklessly, weeping and begging to die in my place. They had sworn I was their beloved child, that they would shield me for all my days. When I was poisoned, I was tormented beyond endurance. Without the slightest hesitation, Serena drank the identical poison to test antidotes for me personally. She endured ninety-nine batches of trial medicine in a row. Beads of sweat streamed down her face from the agony. Yet she still smiled. And she told me she would not hesitate to trade her own life for mine. How lovely those days had been, and how bitterly ironic they felt now. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention to me. A group of people covered in syphilitic sores and acne rushed over and pinned me to the ground. They took out syringes, drew their infected blood, and injected it into my body. The warm liquid was forced into my body. The agony overwhelmed me completely, leaving me without the slightest strength to struggle. After dozens of syringes of tainted blood had been injected, the men were still not satisfied. They pulled out a knife and thrust it toward my chest. “You rotten wretch with a corrupted soul! Your organs are only fit to be hacked to pieces and fed to beasts! “I’d be doing the world a favor by killing you!” The blade pierced my chest and twisted violently inside my flesh. The agony nearly sent me into unconsciousness. Through my blurred vision, I saw Lucas pressing his ear against Serena’s belly to listen to the baby’s heartbeat, while she stroked his head with a look of pure bliss. Just as the knife tip was about to pierce my heart, I let out a cry, unable to bear the pain any longer. My father finally turned his gaze toward me, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust and irritation. Lucas appeared to notice the commotion only just then and shouted sharply: “Stop this at once!” He rushed over, shoved the men aside, dropped to his knees and fixed me with a seemingly concerned gaze. “Silas, are you all right?” Yet all the while, his boot ground harshly into the rotting, mangled flesh on my leg. Blinding pain washed over me, and I trembled uncontrollably from head to toe. Malice glinted sharply in his eyes. “You’ve picked the perfect time to come back, my useless Silas. Now you get to witness firsthand how your own family fawns over me, and watch your beloved wife moan and squirm like a desperate slut under me, choosing my cock over your pathetic love every single time.” A moment later, he threw himself to the ground in a feigned fall, putting on a pitiful expression. “I only wanted to check your wounds, Silas. Why did you push me away?” My father drove his boot straight into my temple. My neck was jolted crookedly by the kick. I collapsed flat on the ground, too drained to even lift my eyes. “How much longer will you keep trying to harm Lucas?” He kicked my penis repeatedly, grinding the sole of his leather shoe hard against it over and over. “Lucas is trying his best to help you, yet you pretend to be on the verge of death just to slander him? “You never learn your lesson! You stole Lucas’s merits back then and lived a life of ease in the military department, and now you’re determined to ruin his future! “Mark my words. If you go after Lucas again, you’ll be sent straight back to the prisoner-of-war camp to suffer punishment for the rest of your days.” My penis was badly mangled from the kicks. Blood soaked through my trousers and pooled all over the ground. My vision grew hazy, and I was barely clinging to consciousness. Lucas stepped forward and held him back with feigned concern. “Father, please do not hurt Silas any further on my account. After all, he is your biological son.” “He is not worthy of that title!” My father snarled, consumed with rage, wishing he could tear me limb from limb. He then turned and patted Lucas’s shoulder gently and affectionately. “In my heart, you are my true son.”