The siblings who found me in the trash were just cannon fodder in a novel. The brother was the gloomy, brooding type, destined to be bewitched by the sunny heroine. The sister was sensitive and starved for love, destined to sacrifice everything for the hero. They thought they found salvation. But the main couple just used them as stepping stones. To protect my newfound wealth and luxury, I decided to steal the protagonists' jobs! When my brother was feeling depressed, I kissed his cheek: "Mwah! Soft and sweet. Brother, you're a cupcake!" Even the coldest man would smile at that. When my sister cried alone at night, I wailed even louder. "The pretty stars are drowning in tears! What do we do?!" She laughed through her tears and hugged me. Later, the desperate protagonists came knocking, trying to manipulate them. But they found the siblings staying up all night, frantically finishing my kindergarten art project. 1 As I drowned saving a child, I made a wish: in my next life, I wanted to be born smelling expensive perfume, hearing the hearty laugh of an old-money father, and feeling the gentle pat of a billionaire grandfather. I opened my eyes... and I was lying peacefully in a dumpster. Seriously? I thought good karma was a thing. Why is my start harder than Dark Souls? The lid was closed. The smell of rotting garbage was suffocating. I looked at my chubby baby hands and sighed internally. There was only one option. Cry! After howling for who knows how long, footsteps approached. Leather shoes on pavement. The lid opened. Light! Salvation! I stared at a middle-aged man in a crisp suit and white gloves. A butler! It must be my butler! I knew I was a lost heiress switched at birth! I reached out to him desperately. Take me to my 10,000-square-foot mansion with a pool! Mommy and Daddy are waiting! Minutes later, I was in a black luxury car. Staring at two high schoolers in expensive private school uniforms. "Young Master, Miss," the butler said hesitantly. "We're near the slums. This child is likely abandoned. Should we take her to the police station?" Me: "..." I'm doomed. The two teenagers, beautiful beyond reality, nodded coldly. The butler smiled. "Then I'll trouble you to watch her for a moment." He shoved me into the boy's arms. The "Young Master" held me stiffly, like I was a bomb. I'm a sucker for beauty. Seeing a face that put pop stars to shame, I couldn't help reaching out to touch him. Seeing his sister smirk, his face darkened. He shoved me at her. "So troublesome. You hold her." The "Miss" froze just as stiffly. Seeing their matching god-tier faces, I giggled. She started to smile, but seeing her brother's amused look, she pouted. "Smells like trash. Gross." She dumped me on the seat between them. The car was wide enough for three. But thinking about the orphanage life awaiting me, I started wailing for real. The boy, annoyed by the noise, picked me up. Seeing his face, I stopped crying and smiled. He put me down. I cried. The girl picked me up. I smiled. She put me down. I cried. They found this entertaining. Like a game of hot potato. Up, down, up, down. "Hahaha—" "Waaah—" "Hahaha—" "Waaah—" After twenty rounds, the butler spoke gently. "We're at the police station." I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to blow the roof off the car. The siblings looked at each other. Seconds later, they spoke in unison: "Keep her." 2 The butler was efficient. Adoption papers were sorted fast. I learned who they were. The Thorne siblings, heirs to the biggest fortune in the city. And I was now their sister, Penny Thorne. Don't be jealous yet. Because these two are the biggest cannon fodder in a "childhood sweethearts to lovers" novel! They have money and looks, but no family. Their parents divorced after they were born and went back to their first loves. The kids were just business assets. Unloved children grow up weird. Julian (the brother) and Chloe (the sister) were both twisted and difficult. Even though they were twins, they hated each other. Worse, they were targeted by the novel's protagonists, a pair of manipulative "sweethearts" who clawed their way out of a bad neighborhood. The protagonists orchestrated scenarios to meet the siblings and drive them apart. Julian, gloomy and cold, would be drawn to the "sunny" heroine. Chloe, sensitive and needy, would sacrifice everything for the hero. They thought they found salvation. But they were just stepping stones. Used, drained, and kicked aside. Readers called the protagonists "morally grey icons." I called them trash. Right now, I wasn't feeling great either. Even the imported formula tasted bland. Babies are simple. Unhappy? Cry. I wailed, attracting Julian and Chloe. The nanny held me, sweating. "I don't know what's wrong! She won't stop crying." Julian took me, and I stopped instantly. They stared. The nanny chuckled. "Young Master, she likes you." The corner of his mouth twitched up, then he forced it down. "Troublesome. Cry again and you go back in the trash." Me: "..." Rude! I reached for Chloe. She looked surprised and extended her arms cautiously. But Julian walked away with me. "She's sleepy. Next time." Chloe gritted her teeth. "She wanted me! Give her back!" "You'll drop her. Clumsy." "Julian!" ... Listening to them bicker, I fell asleep clutching my fist. My brother and sister are good kids. I won't let those protagonists near them! 3 Being a baby has perks. I can be a tyrant. If I didn't see Julian or Chloe for a few hours, I screamed. The nanny checked the clock. Lunch break. She dialed. "How's Penny?" Chloe's voice. I babbled and grabbed the phone. "Ahhh!" "Say sister." "Gah!" Chloe laughed. Julian took the phone. He gave instructions about vaccines, formula amounts, and massages. He had become a pro dad-brother. When they got home, he fed me and changed me. Chloe played with me and taught me to talk. They still fought over who got to hold me, but the empty mansion felt warmer. Today, they were late. The butler cooed, "Brother and Sister went to the old estate for their birthday. They'll be late." In the original plot, their parents were supposed to come back for their birthday. The twins pretended not to care but were secretly hopeful. They waited for hours. When they called, they found out their parents forgot. No apology. Just a money transfer. Did they need money? No. They needed love. That disappointment made them vulnerable to the protagonists' fake warmth. Sure enough, when they returned, they looked gloomy and defeated. They went straight to their rooms without seeing me. I sighed. Time for the nuclear option. "WAAAAH!" Soon, a door slammed. Julian stomped in, checking my diaper. "It's dry. Why are you crying?" I ignored him and wailed louder. He couldn't soothe me. Defeated, he called Chloe. Her eyes were red. Seeing me crying made her crankier. She dumped me in the cradle. "Sleep!" I batted at the wind chimes above me, forcing sounds out of my baby throat. "Ha-pee... ha-pee... ha-pee..." My babbling combined with the chimes sounded vaguely like "Happy Birthday." They froze. Julian covered his face and laughed. Chloe huffed, turning away, but she was smiling too. I relaxed. Just as I was drifting off, Julian pulled out his phone. "Do it again. I don't want you growing up saying we didn't record your childhood." Me: ??? Just say you want to flex on Instagram. 4 Soon, they were juniors in high school. We successfully dodged the plot points where they met the protagonists. I relaxed. Then Julian disappeared. The butler sent search parties. He was gone for a day and night. He returned covered in bruises, followed by a girl in a white dress who looked equally messy. She looked innocent, but her eyes scanned the villa with calculation. Danger! My inheritance is in danger! The doctor treated them. Julian explained he went hiking, met the heroine, Bella, and they fell down a slope. Phones broke. Me: "..." I don't believe this was an accident. Bella saw Julian playing with me. "Is this your sister? So cute!" Julian loved hearing me praised. He looked at her warmly. "Want to hold her?" "Sure!" Stay back, demon! As she reached out, I screamed bloody murder. Louder than ever before. Julian paused, looking at the awkward Bella. "Sorry, she's shy with strangers." Bella adjusted quickly, praising my "high alertness." Julian beamed and told the butler to drive her home. Classic heroine moves. She charmed my idiot brother already. Chloe came home late, checking her phone constantly, smiling like a loon. First love syndrome. Alarm bells rang in my head. Julian frowned. "Where were you?" "None of your business!" "Are you dating?" "You're one to talk! Disappearing into the woods with a girl overnight and bringing her home? Who's dating?" "We were worried sick, and you were having fun." Julian was speechless. Chloe scoffed and went to her room. I waved my arms helplessly. The protagonists arrived, and the alliance shattered.
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