He Only Wanted His Foster Sister, Yet Burned For Me Instead Chapter 09

He Only Wanted His Foster Sister, Yet Burned For Me Instead Chapter 09

Hilary Sterling’s retaliation was fast, brutal, and calculated.

First, my job at the coffee shop vanished overnight. The manager claimed they received a customer

complaint accusing me of stealing inventory. There was no security footage, no evidence,

In the time it took for the store manager to take a single phone call, my name was blacklisted from every food and beverage business on the entire block.

Next came my tiny rented apartment. The landlord abruptly breached our lease, demanding a

sudden threefold rent increase.

If I couldn’t come up with the cash, I had three days to pack my things and get out.

A few comments in the floating chat softened, feeling a sudden pang of sympathy, and tried to persuade me to go apologize to Hilary and put some distance between myself and Tristan.

But why the hell should I?

Since Hilary had personally handed Tristan over to me, he belonged entirely to me. He was my dog now. Until I grew completely bored of playing with him, absolutely no one was allowed to tear him

away.

Between the frantic chaos of moving and hunting for a new job, I hadn’t reached out to Tristan in

days.

I had moved into a damp, cheap basement unit where I could hear the distinct rustle of rats scurrying through the pipes in the dead of night.

On the nights sleep refused to come, my mind was entirely consumed by Tristan’s face.

Remembering the torrential rain outside the window as he draped his jacket over my shoulders. Remembering his flushed, undone face as he collapsed back onto the hotel bed.

Remembering how, even at the absolute height of his physical desperation, he had still forced a stern face to lecture me about being a good girl.

I desperately wanted to slap him again, to bite into his skin. To pin him beneath my bare feet.

The scrolling text snapped me out of my thoughts[漏译,原文是翻飞的弹幕打断了我的思绪]:

….

[Uh, is the female lead taking this a bit too far?]

[I remember the original plot description saying the second female lead maliciously destroys the female lead, so why is it completely reversed now? The female lead looks infinitely more vicious

than her.]

[The bitch deserves it, okay? Why didn’t she think about the consequences when she climbed into the male lead’s bed? This is pure karma, love it! Home-wreckers deserve to get absolutely ruined!]

[Honestly, the second female lead is pretty tragic. If I remember correctly, after the Vance family went bankrupt, her entire family fled the country, leaving her completely alone with a mountain of

debt.]

They were right.

Just because a fanatical belief in a prophecy suggested my existence would curse my parents from ever having a son, they hadn’t hesitated to abandon me at an orphanage when I was barely a month

old.

It wasn’t until I turned six and my little brother was finally born that they consulted their mystics

again.

This time, the prophecy declared that my astrological chart aligned perfectly with my brother’s- that I could act as his shield and absorb his bad luck[]. So, they brought me back.

Growing up, whenever my brother smashed a vase, I took the beating. When he failed his exams, I

took the beating.

The second I tried to show a fraction of affection to my parents, they shoved me away, disgusted by my supposed bad luck.

I starved for an exclusive, absolute devotion, and the deprivation twisted my psyche into something

dark and hollow.

When the family finally went bankrupt, my parents packed their bags and flew out of the country with my brother in the middle of the night.

They left me behind with three million dollars in debt and a vicious pack of loan sharks pounding on my front door every single day.

I liquidated every remaining piece of property under the Vance name, fought my way into the top high school in Aventine City, and legally severed ties with my parents on the grounds of criminal

abandonment.

Nothing in this world had the power to break me.