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I was Kyle’s stepsister. Ten years ago, my mom brought me and Vanessa into the Brown
family when she married Trevor Brown, becoming the mistress of the Brown family.
That day, I wore worn–out clothes and stood beside my mom and Vanessa, feeling out of
place in the luxurious Brown family mansion.
I could sense the subtle discrimination from those around me.
Trevor really liked my mom because she was his first love, so Vanessa and I were both raised
as the cherished ladies of the Brown family.
No, only Vanessa was the cherished daughter. I was still just the burden.
My mom didn’t like me, in fact, she even hated me.
I wasn’t particularly bothered by my mom’s bias.
After all, I wasn’t the original Jasmine who stubbornly sought after a mother’s love that didn’t belong to her.
I was an orphan, raised in an orphanage. Because I was too delicate and sensitive, no one
ever adopted me.
After struggling to graduate, I found a job, but then I was hit by a drunk driver and became
disabled.
I was really bitter about it.
That was when the system approached me.
It told me that if I successfully won Kyle over, I could return to my original world, become
healthy again, and live a life of wealth and ease.
At first, I treated Kyle as just an NPC to be conquered.
But when I saw Kyle sneaking into my room on a rainy night, simply because I had casually
mentioned I was scared of rainy nights, that dormant heart of mine suddenly trembled.
I couldn’t stop myself from caring about Kyle.
I thought Kyle cared about me too, until I overheard him talking to his friends about me.
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I would never forget that day when Kyle went out drinking with his friends and forgot his
phone. I brought it over to him but overheard Kyle’s friend ask him, “You and Jasmine have been
together for six years. Why haven’t you made it public? Is it because she’s your stepsister? Are
you worried about what others might sav?“
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Kyle, holding his glass, looked obscure.
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He sneered and said, “I won’t fall for a woman who throws herself into my bed. A woman like that is only good for a fling.
Worry about what others say? No, I’m worried about Nessa finding out. Keep your mouths shut. Nessa is about to return. I don’t want her to know about this.”
When he mentioned Vanessa, his expression softened immediately.
Kyle’s friends instantly understood his meaning, and so did I.
Kyle went on to say, “I’ve been paving the way to my dad for years so when Nessa and I
finally get married, no one will dare criticize us.”
As I listened to Kyle’s plans, my heart sank slowly to the bottom, cold enough to make me
shiver.
All these years, Kyle’s plans weren’t for me, but for Vanessa, my sister.
Kyle also said, “Actually, no one would dare say anything. But I still worry about Nessa hearing gossip. I can’t bear to let her suffer.”
Looking at the tenderness in Kyle’s eyes, I couldn’t hold back my tears.
In all these years with Kyle, he had always told me that even though we didn’t share blood,
we were still like siblings. If we made it public, everyone would oppose us and look at us with the worst judgment.
But it wasn’t like that.
It wasn’t that Kyle didn’t want to make it public. It was because he didn’t care about me, and
he didn’t want to hurt Vanessa.
I couldn’t stand their laughter anymore. I left in embarrassment, and as I walked away, the
rain began to pour.
I got a high fever and lay dying on the couch, too weak to pick up my phone and call for help.
At that moment, Kyle returned.
But he only glanced at me, grabbed his phone, and hurried out.
I was sure he saw my flushed face and knew I was sick because when he came close, he
covered his nose and mouth, fearing that I might infect him.
But he still left without looking back.
The next day, after barely surviving, I learned that Kyle had hurriedly left because Vanessa
had returned to the country.
