I was left with the Smiths.
But little did I know, fifteen–year–old Ethan
was a twisted, deranged kid.
His father was always busy with work, rarely
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home, leaving Lily at Ethan’s mercy.
She was tortured, disfigured, and left
paralyzed.
Meanwhile, the Smiths pampered me,
cultivating my talents and beauty.
They spent a fortune to get me into
Hollywood.
Within two years, I was a top actress.
But behind the glamorous facade was a dark,
horrific reality, one I don’t want to relive.
As the Smiths sized me up, my heart
pounded. I quickly pulled out a photo of my
deceased parents and started crying.
“Mommy, Daddy, I miss you so much! Nobody
can replace you in my heart…”
The Smiths‘ faces fell. The woman pointed to
Lily, whispering:
“This one’s no good, let’s take her.”
Lily, overjoyed, fell to her knees.
“Dad, Mom! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”
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Just then, the orphanage director and the
billionaire arrived.
Seeing me crying over the photo, the
billionaire’s face softened.
He thought I was sentimental, and decided to
adopt me.
Lily sneered, “Sis, I’m so envious! You’ve got
a billionaire dad and such a handsome
brother!”
She then turned to Ethan, “Brother, my
sister’s family is now your family. You must
take good care of her!”
She emphasized the words “take care of.”
Ethan ignored her, his gaze on me, full of
amusement.
Lily gave me one last look, as if looking at a
corpse, took the Smiths‘ hands, and left
without looking back.
I breathed a sigh of relief, watching them go.
Lily, congratulations on taking my place in
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hell…
In my past life, Lily was crippled by Ethan.
I, with the Smiths‘ help, debuted successfully, becoming a top actress, then starred in a
blockbuster movie, rising to the pinnacle of
stardom.
To outsiders, our lives were heaven and hell.
Lily thought so too.
She blamed me for all her misery.
When she set me on fire, she didn’t know I’d
already given up on life.
She didn’t know the paradise she desperately
sought was actually hell.
Thinking this, I looked at Ethan.
Compared to the nightmares I endured in my
past life, he seemed like an angel.
After all, what spoiled brat wouldn’t love his
own sister?
Lily couldn’t do it; she was too stupid.
In the car, Ethan noticed me staring. He said
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coldly:
“Satisfied?”
He didn’t look like a fifteen–year–old, his
expression was dark and scary.
My heart skipped a beat.
If so, let’s start the game.
“Brother, I’ve never seen such a handsome
boy before. Are you really going to be my
brother?”
I smiled sweetly, my eyes full of admiration
and longing.
Ethan turned, a hint of mockery in his cold
eyes.
“You really want to be my sister?”
Duh! I’m only ten, and your dad just adopted
- me. Do I have a choice?
“Yes! I’m so happy to have a brother who’ll
love me!”
I pretended to be happy, then became
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anxious, my eyes reddening as I fiddled with
my worn–out clothes.
“But maybe you don’t like me, either. At the
orphanage, nobody liked me, everyone hated
me…”
Ethan froze, then spoke stiffly.
“I didn’t hate you.”
I stopped crying and hugged his waist.
“Great! Brother doesn’t hate me! Brother
likes me!”
Ethan’s body stiffened. He pushed me away,
his gaze turning sinister.
“Get off. Don’t touch me without my
permission.”
He’s such a brat, so unpredictable.
My adoptive father chuckled in the front seat,
telling Ethan and me to get along.
I knew this house was essentially Ethan’s and
mine.
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My father was always traveling for work,
leaving me with Ethan.
All I had to do was get along with this brat,
and everything would be fine.
At the mansion, my father instructed the
butler to place my room next to Ethan’s.
Thus began my plan to win over the spoiled
brat.
On my first day of school, I clung to his arm,
crying:
“Brother, I don’t want to leave you! I’m
scared, woo woo woo…
Ethan, seeing my tears and snot, like a
helpless abandoned puppy, couldn’t bring
himself to shake me off.
I became his number one fan, constantly
calling him “my brother” with pride.
When I was sick, I refused to take medicine
unless Ethan coaxed me.
I’d pester him for help with homework,
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demanding a hug as a reward.
