Chapter 114: The Confession of a Yandere

Julian Vance: "..."

He instinctively knew that whatever sweet words came next out of Victoria’s mouth were rarely going to be innocent or normal.

"My Julian..."

Victoria whispered, her eyes softening into pools of absolute devotion. "We can begin now."

Victoria’s slender, warm fingers gently began unbuttoning Julian’s shirt.

With the fabric parted, Julian’s chest muscles were fully exposed to the cool air. Victoria’s fingertips lightly traced the smooth, warm planes of his abdominal muscles, mapping his physique with an expression of deep, sensual appreciation.

Julian’s abs are so impeccably toned... yet they aren’t overly bulky.

She genuinely adored every single detail of Julian’s physical form.

In her eyes, Julian was the absolute, singular man born on this earth to match every single one of her hyper-specific aesthetic preferences.

" Julian..."

Victoria gazed up into his eyes with boundless, liquid tenderness.

That fateful day at the private hotel when Julian had forcefully broken into her restricted suite felt like a sudden, blinding flash of light injected directly into the suffocating darkness of her life. From that very first split second of sight, her only driving instinct had been to dominate and possess him completely.

She wanted him to become her man, body and soul, forever and always.

She finally, truly understood why her own mother had felt the irresistible, frantic urge to lock her father away in a permanent cage.

If her Julian had ever shown even a fraction of stubborn disobedience, he probably would have been dragged down to Rose Manor and locked behind iron bars by now—just like her father.

Locked away forever, with zero possibility of ever stepping back out into the outside world.

Caught entirely within the fierce, vortex of Victoria’s dark, shining eyes, Julian found himself momentarily paralyzed.

"Even though we’ve only known each other for a single month, my Julian... do you have any cognitive grasp of how deeply I feel for you?"

I really, truly love you.

I love you so much it physically hurts...

She felt a consuming conviction that she could willingly sacrifice everything she owned—even her own life—if it meant securing her Julian’s eternal presence.

"I love you so intensely that I want to devour every single waking moment alongside my Julian... pressed as close together as humanly possible, our souls and bodies permanently, intimately intertwined."

Julian: "..."

He had genuinely been on the verge of feeling deeply moved by her emotional preamble, right up until Victoria smoothly pivoted right back into her terrifyingly intense yandere dialogue.

Slowly and deliberately, Victoria stripped away the remainder of Julian’s clothing, letting the garments spill on the polished wooden floor. At the same time, she cast her own dress aside with a reckless toss.

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Meanwhile, halfway across the campus, Siana Vance sat absentmindedly inside the university principal’s private office.

Principal Smith politely slid a freshly brewed cup of hot tea across the polished desk. "President Vance, is something troubling you today?" the principal asked with polite concern.

Siana Vance furrowed her brows, letting out a heavy sigh. "Principal Smith... Victoria Sterling is the supreme Chief Executive Officer of the Sterling Group. Given her towering, untouchable social status, it is fundamentally impossible for her to develop genuine, sincere romantic feelings for a boy like Julian."

Even though the Vance family was a wealthy corporate dynasty in their own right, individuals of their tier rarely ever crossed paths with someone of President Sterling’s astronomical caliber on equal footing.

Julian’s humble background, rough upbringing, flawed character, and ordinary academic history made him thoroughly unworthy of a woman like Victoria Sterling.

There was zero logical way Victoria Sterling’s affection toward Julian could be authentic or lasting.

Siana Vance’s core anxiety was simple: she was terrified that one day soon, Julian would be ruthlessly discarded, abandoned, and left shattered by a woman like Victoria.

The principal raised a single eyebrow, taking a calm sip of his tea. Is President Sterling insincere toward Julian?

That was statistically and practically impossible based on everything he had witnessed on campus today.

"Principal Smith," Siana pleaded earnestly, leaning forward. "Please... I beg you to use your influence as university principal to help me persuade Julian to stay away from a dangerous woman like President Sterling. President Sterling is far too volatile and terrifying; Julian simply does not possess the emotional or social armor to handle a woman of her caliber."

In her heart, Siana was driven by a heavy, suffocating burden of guilt. She had committed far too many unpardonable acts of emotional cruelty and neglect against Julian in the past. All she genuinely wanted right now was to ensure Julian remained safe from harm.

"President Vance, if I recall correctly, you are Julian’s biological older sister, are you not?" the principal asked quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Why on earth don’t you march over and attempt to persuade him yourself?"

A bitter, self-deprecating smile twisted across Siana Vance’s face. "Principal Smith... Julian has already officially severed all legal and family ties with our Vance family. He flatly refuses to acknowledge me as his older sister anymore. How on earth could I possibly have any persuasive leverage over him?"

The principal frowned deeply. They’ve actually severed family ties entirely.

Still... reflecting on it rationally, was that really such a bad thing?Principal Smith investigated Julian’s past.

Throughout Julian’s past semesters, the boy had perpetually worn cheap, threadbare clothing and been forced to grind through multiple grueling part-time jobs just to cover basic living expenses. No one walking past him on campus ever would have guessed he was supposedly the biological son of a multi-million-doller corporate family.

Furthermore, every single time Julian had been wrongfully dragged into a campus dispute or framed by peers, his adoptive mother, Elenor Vance, had habitually rushed down to the department solely to berate Julian—unconditionally forcing him to bow his head and apologize to others, even when Julian was 100% the innocent victim.

Given that toxic family dynamic, Julian cutting ties with the Vance family and attaching himself to President Sterling was arguably the best, most lucrative life-choice he could have ever made.