In my past life, my parents died in a car crash. My twin sister and I were left behind. She was adopted by the richest man in the city, while I was taken in by a flashy, nouveau riche couple. The billionaire's only son was a psychopath. My sister became his plaything—tortured, disfigured, and eventually paralyzed from the waist down. Meanwhile, the nouveau riche couple groomed me carefully. I entered the entertainment industry and became a rising star. Consumed by jealousy, my sister set a fire and burned me alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our adoption. This time, my sister threw herself at the feet of the nouveau riche couple, calling them Mom and Dad. She didn't know. The billionaire's son might be cruel, but he was just a fifteen-year-old boy with issues. The nouveau riche couple? They clawed their way up from the gutter. Their methods were far more sinister. How could a pig-brained girl like her survive them? In the end, she walked a path of self-destruction. As for me? I tamed the psycho brother. He pinned me against the wall, whispering, "Sister, you've been dishonest. Big brother has to punish you." 1 "Auntie, Uncle, I want to be your daughter! I'll be so good, I promise!" My twin sister, Chloe, ran up to the flashy couple, her voice sweet and pleading. The couple hesitated, whispering to each other. "They're both ten, look the same. Which one should we pick?" Hearing this, Chloe sold herself even harder. "Pick me! Please! I'll work hard to repay you for raising me!" Seeing her desperation, I knew. She had been reborn too. In our last life, the couple couldn't decide between us. Then, the billionaire Mr. Sterling arrived with his son, Julian. Hearing "billionaire" and seeing the handsome boy, Chloe chose them first. I was left with the flashy couple, the Millers. But fifteen-year-old Julian was a monster. Mr. Sterling was always away on business, leaving Chloe at Julian's mercy. He tortured her until she was unrecognizable and wheelchair-bound. 2 I, on the other hand, was carefully cultivated by the Millers. I became talented, beautiful, and poised. They spent a fortune paving my way into Hollywood. Within two years, I was a star. But behind the glamour lay a darkness I dared not remember. The Millers scrutinized me. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly pulled out a photo of our late parents and started crying. "Boohoo, Mom, Dad, I miss you so much... No one can ever replace you..." The Millers' faces soured. The woman pointed at Chloe and whispered, "This one seems loyal. That one's a lost cause. Let's take her." Chloe dropped to her knees, ecstatic. "Mom! Dad! I'll listen to whatever you say!" Just then, the orphanage director arrived with Mr. Sterling. Seeing me crying over my parents' photo, Mr. Sterling looked touched. He thought I was a girl who valued family. He decided to adopt me on the spot. Chloe sneered at me, whispering, "Sis, I'm so jealous. You got a billionaire dad and such a handsome brother!" Then she turned to Julian. "Big brother, she's your family now. Take good care of her." She emphasized "good" with malice. Julian ignored her, looking at me with amusement. Chloe gave me one last look—like she was looking at a dead person—took the Millers' hands, and left without looking back. I watched them go and sighed in relief. Sister, congratulations on taking my place in hell. In our past life, while Chloe was being broken by Julian, I became a household name thanks to the Millers. I starred in a blockbuster movie and won Best Actress. To the outside world, I was in heaven, and she was in hell. Chloe thought so too. She blamed me for her misery. When she set the fire that killed me, she didn't know I had wanted to die for a long time. 3 She didn't know that the heaven she was rushing toward was the real hell. Thinking of this, I looked at Julian sitting beside me. Compared to the nightmares of my past life, he looked like an angel. After all, what psycho brother doesn't love his little sister? Chloe failed because she was stupid. In the car, Julian noticed me staring. He said coldly, "Seen enough?" His expression was terrifying for a fifteen-year-old. Dark and heavy. My heart jumped. Time to start the conquest. "Big brother, I've never seen a boy as good-looking as you. Are you really going to be my brother?" I smiled sweetly, eyes full of admiration and longing. Julian turned to look at me. A hint of mockery flashed in his cold eyes. "You really want to be my sister?" ... Duh! I'm ten years old and your dad just adopted me. Do I have a choice? "Yes! I'm so happy to have a brother to love me!" I feigned joy, then quickly turned anxious, lowering my head and twisting the hem of my ragged shirt. "But... you probably don't like me either. At the orphanage, no one liked me. Everyone hated me..." Julian paused, speaking stiffly. "I don't hate you." I stopped sniffing and threw my arms around his waist. "Yay! Brother doesn't hate me! Brother likes me!" Julian stiffened instantly. He shoved me away, his gaze turning dark again. "Get off. Don't touch me without my permission." ... Classic psycho behavior. Moody. Mr. Sterling laughed from the front seat, telling Julian to get along with me. I knew this house would essentially be just me and Julian. Mr. Sterling was always flying around the world. Julian was the only constant. As long as I handled this psycho, I'd be safe. At the villa, the butler arranged for my room to be right next to Julian's. 4 From then on, I began my campaign to tame my psycho brother. On the first day of school, I clung to his arm and cried, "Brother, don't leave me! I'm scared, waah..." Julian looked at me, snot and tears running down my face like an abandoned puppy. He couldn't bring himself to shake me off. I became his biggest fan. "My brother" was always on my lips, said with pride. When I was sick, I refused medicine unless Julian coaxed me. I pestered him to help with homework, demanding hugs as rewards when I got it right. I was his shadow, sticking to him everywhere. Three years passed. Julian grew used to my dependence. He stopped flinching at my touch. Even the butler remarked, "I've never seen the Young Master care for anyone like this. Miss, you are lucky." Hearing that, I knew I had him. That night, during a thunderstorm, I crept into Julian's bed. He came out of the shower and saw me, his face darkening immediately. "Brother, I'm scared! I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?" Before he could explode, I started crying. Julian's face was a mix of anger, murderous intent, and deep helplessness. I thought, Oops, did I push too far? So I climbed off the bed, sobbing, "I'm sorry, brother. When I was little, Mommy always held me during storms. I just miss Mom..." A flicker of softness passed through Julian's eyes. He muttered a curse. Just as I hugged my pillow to leave, he yanked me back. "Sleep on the edge. And stay still. Hear me?" I was shocked. It worked? That night, I slept in the same bed as Julian. Feeling him gently patting my back, a strange emotion welled up in me. I knew him from my past life. He wasn't always a monster to Chloe. His mother died young, and his father was absent. He craved love. But Chloe, once she became the heiress, was vain and hung out with the wrong crowd. She saw Julian as a rival for the inheritance.
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