The following night, I infiltrated Gwenneth's dreamscape once more. But this time, my strategy was different. No more abstract nightmares or memory distortions. This was something more direct, more personal, and utterly devastating.

Gwenneth awoke within her own dream. She yawned, stretching her lithe body on the luxurious bed of her hideout apartment. Everything felt normal, until her ears caught a strange sound from the living room—soft moans, wet kisses, and familiar, heavy breathing.

With a sinking heart, she pushed her bedroom door open.

And there, displayed before her, was her worst nightmare made real.

I was lounging casually on the white leather sofa. To my right, her mother was completely naked, her pale skin glowing in the lamplight. Her hands were cupping my face, kissing me with fervent passion, her tongue dancing intimately with mine. My hand was roughly groping and twisting her full breast, making her moan softly between kisses.

Meanwhile, between my legs, Angeline was kneeling on the plush carpet. Her head was bobbing enthusiastically, her small mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock, creating disgusting, wet sounds. Her hands were gripping my thighs, pushing, as if impatient to take me deeper.

"NO! ADAM! YOU BASTARD!" Gwenneth's scream shattered the silence. Pure rage ignited in her eyes, and she prepared to lunge.

But before she could take a step, I raised a single hand, still lounging lazily on the sofa.

"Be silent. Don't move."

Instantly, Gwenneth's body froze in place. Her feet were rooted to the floor, her arms locked at her sides. She couldn't move, couldn't close her eyes. She was forced to witness every depraved detail!

"YOU MONSTER! YOU'RE SICK! A COWARD! LET GO OF MY MOTHER AND SISTER!" she cursed, her voice hoarse with fury and despair. Tears began to stream down her face, but she couldn't even wipe them away.

'What is this? How did he find us?' Gwenneth's mind raced.

I was completely unbothered. I even let out a satisfied sigh, savoring every lick from Angeline and every moan from Delilah. I deliberately slowed my movements, prolonging this lewd scene, ensuring every image was branded into Gwenneth's mind.

Then, to add to her mental torture, I made the illusions of Delilah and Angeline speak.

"Ahh~ Adam, darling," Delilah moaned in a breathy voice that would never escape her in her waking state. "Look at that rebellious girl. She needs to be disciplined. Teach her a proper lesson."

"She's just jealous, Brother," Angeline added, pulling her mouth away from my shaft for a moment, drool dripping from her lips. "She wants to feel this too, but she's too ashamed to admit it. Punish her, Brother. Make her like us."

Hearing the words "disciplined" and "punish" come from the mouths of her own mother and sister was like a lightning strike to Gwenneth. Her despair reached a new level.

"MOM! ANGEL! WAKE UP! HE'S CONTROLLING YOU!" she screamed, but the two women only giggled lightly and returned their focus to servicing me.

Now, finally, I spoke directly to her. My cold, hate-filled eyes locked onto her paralyzed form.

"Cute effort, Gwen," I said, my voice flat yet dripping with mockery. "Hiring hitmen? Planting a bomb? Like a child throwing marbles." I thrust my hips deeper into Angeline's mouth, making her gag slightly. "You thought hiding in this tall tower would keep you safe? You thought moving them could free them from me?"

I grinned, a smile full of victory and malice.

"I can find you whenever I want, Gwen. In broad daylight, in the middle of a crowd, or... at night, when you're most vulnerable, in your own dreams." I stroked Delilah's hair.

"I can do whatever I want to your mother and your sister, and you can't do a thing. They are mine. And one day, you will be too. All your efforts are worthless. You can't defeat me. You can't even protect your family from me."

Every word was a sledgehammer to her soul. Gwenneth could no longer retort. She could only stand there, her body trembling, sobbing helplessly. Her tears flowed freely, soaking the carpet. From her quivering lips, only one name was repeated, a mantra of pure hatred and despair.

"Adam... Adam... ADAM...!"

Her scream filled the room, the sound of a shattered heart.

And seeing her like that, while I continued to enjoy my family, my heart was satisfied.

Exactly, I thought with deep satisfaction. This is what I wanted to see. Her impotent tears, her helpless rage, her absolute despair. This was far sweeter than any mere nightmare. I had become her living nightmare, and this was only the beginning.

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The following week became hell for Gwenneth. Her daily life turned into an endless series of nightmares, so real the line between reality and dream began to blur.

One morning, she had woken up and was stretching in her bed. As she turned to switch off her alarm, Adam's figure suddenly materialized beside her bed, sitting casually with a sinister smile.

"Good morning, Sis," he whispered. Gwenneth gasped, her heart pounding, before realizing it was just a hallucination that vanished in an instant.

During the day, while she was focused on work in front of her laptop in her secure study, her vision would suddenly swim. The surroundings would change. She was no longer in her study, but standing in the middle of her apartment's living room, watching Adam brutally taking her mother on the sofa.

Delilah's screams and Adam's laughter assaulted her ears. She tried to scream, tried to move, but couldn't. A few seconds later, she'd jolt awake, drenched in cold sweat, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

Even when she tried to relax at her favorite cafe, sipping a latte to calm her nerves, the nightmares followed. Suddenly, across from her table, Adam appeared with Angeline on his lap.

Her innocent little sister looked up, gazing at her with empty eyes, and said, "Sis, why don't you join us? Brother is amazing." Gwenneth dropped her cup, the sound of shattering ceramic making everyone turn, but when she looked again, the chair opposite her was empty. It was a dream, too.

These brief nightmares happened anytime, anywhere. And they made her paranoid. When she showered, she could hear Adam knocking on the door. When she cooked, she imagined him standing behind her. Her daily life was filled with constant anxiety and fear, keeping her perpetually on edge and unable to find peace.

Adding to this, another worry gnawed at her mind. Since the night Adam effortlessly slaughtered the hired assassins in a way she still couldn't comprehend, he had completely vanished. No trace, no sightings.

She had mobilized all her resources—hiring private detectives, employing hackers to tap into city-wide CCTV, even using her guild's influence to monitor suspicious movements. The result? Absolutely nothing. It was as if Adam had vanished from the face of the earth.

On another front, her efforts to free her mother were also hitting dead ends. Delilah remained weak, trapped in a deep slumber from the sedatives that had to be continuously administered to prevent Adam's control.

Every expert and doctor she brought in was useless. They could only shake their heads, unable to comprehend what kind of mind control could be so potent and persistent. No artifact or skill they knew of could sever the connection.

All these pressures—the relentless nightmares, the inability to find Adam, and the failure to heal her mother—converged into a perfect storm in her mind.

Gwenneth began sleeping less and less, terrified of the dreams that awaited. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the dreams became even worse, even more real.

Her eating habits became erratic, her eyes swollen and shadowed by dark circles. Stress and anxiety began to erode her usual composure and certainty.

The woman who was always the strong, controlled Guild Master was slowly being destroyed from within by an enemy she couldn't even confront directly.

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That afternoon, I was sitting on a park bench, enjoying the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. Somehow, I'd never truly noticed how beautiful evenings like this could be.

My brief moment of peace was suddenly shattered by the vibration of my phone. I picked it up listlessly.

But the voice on the other end made me sit bolt upright.

"Brother, we've succeeded in capturing Sis Gwen."

Instantly, the serenity of the evening faded, replaced by a piercing, cold sensation.

Finally.

A twisted smile spread across my lips.

"Got you, Gwen!"

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