He Only Wanted His Foster Sister, Yet Burned For Me Instead Chapter 08

He Only Wanted His Foster Sister, Yet Burned For Me Instead Chapter 08

Hilary choked back her sobs, her voice sharpening into an accusation:

“Have you completely forgotten our twelve years together? Who was it that rescued you from that orphanage when you were burning up with a fever and completely unresponsive? Who gave you a life of luxury and made sure you got the finest education possible?”

Tristan had always been completely powerless against his foster sister. The exact second her tears started falling, his boundaries collapsed into a bottomless compromise.

“It was you and your parents, Hilary. I’ve always been deeply grateful to all of you.”/

Tristan pulled a tissue from the box, carefully wiping the tears from Hilary’s cheeks.

“This is on me, okay? Don’t cry anymore, please.”

Hilary pressed further, her voice trembling:

“When you were nine, that high fever almost killed you. When you finally woke up, you had forgotten everything about your past, and I was the very first person you saw.”

“You looked our parents in the eye and swore that from that day on, I would always be your most precious little sister.”

“Growing up, you protected me from everything. You let me have my way, indulged my worst tantrums, and constantly picked up the pieces for me.”

“And now you’re turning around and attacking me over some other girl…”

Overwhelmed with self-pity, she opened her arms wide to wrap them around Tristan’s waist, exactly as she had a thousand times before.

The next instant, Hilary’s eyes went wide with shock.

She stared in absolute disbelief at her foster brother, who had actively taken two steps back to put physical distance between them.

“You’re… you’re not letting me hold you?”

Her voice cracked. “Tristan, you literally have my name tattooed across your lower abs. Are you suddenly drawing boundaries with me now?”

“I’m sorry, Hilary.”

Tristan took a heavy, fractured breath, the rims of his eyes turning a sharp crimson.

“You are absolutely my closest, most precious sister. I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. We both just need some space to clear our heads.”

“Tristan Sterling!”

The girl stamped her leather shoe in a violent fit of rage. “You’re not my brother anymore. We are completely done!”

The massive mansion fell deathly silent, leaving Tristan entirely alone.

He collapsed heavily onto the leather sofa, burying his face in his hands as a ragged murmur slipped past his lips:

“How am I even supposed to explain it… Ever since that one night with her… it’s like I’m completely addicted. There’s this overwhelming sense of familiarity whenever she’s near. The second she steps close, I lose every single ounce of control.”

The boy closed his eyes, letting out a long, agonizing sigh as if the words themselves were too humiliating to utter.

“I’m literally acting like a dog. I’m completely repulsed by every other girl, yet the second it comes to her… I can’t stop myself from wanting to wag my tail.”

The floating text of the chat erupted in pure shock:

[What the actual fuck??? I cannot accept this… It’s all because of that manipulative second female lead. The male lead is literally about to completely catch feelings for someone else.]

[Honestly, it feels like the male lead’s feelings for the female lead were always just a mix of deep gratitude and sibling affection. I am officially jumping ships. The second female lead successfully broke him in. This dynamic is absolutely toxic and delicious!]

[Don’t get ahead of yourselves, shippers. The second female lead just crossed the female lead’s absolute boundary. She has no idea the nightmare that’s coming for her.]

[Seriously, don’t forget our female lead is a textbook wolf in sheep’s clothing. She looks like a spoiled, delicate princess, but the last person who tried to touch the male lead is literally buried six feet under by now.]