The moment I stepped into the entrance hall of the Black family's castle, a heavy sense of oppression hit me. From the spiral staircase, a pair of polished leather shoes came down slowly, with a cold and rhythmic step.
The two brothers, Adrian and Adrián, were like masterpieces carefully carved by the creator. They had cold temperaments, beautiful looks, and an innate sense of distance. They were regulars in financial magazines and well - known figures in the noble circle. They were twins. Adrian was a well - known iron - fisted figure in the business world, having handled projects worth hundreds of millions at the age of sixteen. Adrián was a top - notch physics genius, with an astonishing number of patents to his name.
In front of them, I was like a beggar who had strayed into a palace, looking so small and out of place. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I forced a smile and tried to lower my stance. "Hello, eldest brother. Hello, second - brother. My name is Lillian."
Their gazes finally fell on me. Their looks were like scanners, sizing me up from head to toe. Adrian swirled the amber - colored whiskey in his glass. His eyes were as cold as ice - edged blades as he said, "No matter where you come from, behave yourself from now on."
Adrián stubbed out his slender cigar in the crystal ashtray. His voice was low and cold. "Once you're in this family, you have to abide by the Black family's rules. You, think it over carefully."
I quickly shrank even lower and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, I understand." I knew very well that I wasn't welcome here. So, in the following week, I was like a ghost, carefully figuring out their daily routines and trying my best to avoid potential trouble, reducing my visibility as much as possible.
Adrian would definitely have a glass of whiskey every night, and he had a terrible temper when he woke up. Only when Adrián knocked on the door for the third time would he get out of bed slowly. Neither the servants nor our father could make him get up. Two days ago, when our father mentioned having dinner with a young master on the phone, Adrian just threw his phone away. I was really afraid of him.
Especially yesterday, Old Tom "kindly" brought me two identical T - shirts. Without knowing the situation, I put one on. Adrian frowned, went back to his room and changed into a silk shirt, then threw the T - shirt in Old Tom's face and said viciously, "If this happens again, just try it."
In contrast, Adrián's emotions were a little more stable, but only a little. For example, this morning, Old Tom said he was too busy to take me to school and had to go to the airport to pick up the duke. He asked Adrián to give me a lift to the new school on the way. Adrián, who was having breakfast, dropped his silver fork on the bone - china plate with a clatter, then got up and walked out without looking back. My hand holding the noodles in the kitchen corner trembled, and the outside suddenly fell into complete silence.
After a while, Adrian's cold voice came. "Three minutes, the garage." I had only eaten two mouthfuls of the noodles, but I couldn't be late on the first day of school. I wiped my mouth haphazardly and quickly chased after him.
When I got to the garage, I was in a dilemma again. I thought Adrian would sit in the front passenger seat so that I could shrink into the back seat and be invisible. But he didn't. He directly opened the back - door and sat in the seat by the door. If I wanted to get in, I would have to ask him to move inside. If I opened the front door, Adrián's freezing gaze would make me freeze on the spot. I took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Second - brother, please open the trunk. I can just crouch in the back. I won't take up much space."