They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 01

They Called Me a Spoiled Princess, My Eight Brothers Arrived by Helicopter Chapter 01

For more than a dozen generations, my father’s side of the family has only ever produced sons.

It wasn’t until I was born that a daughter finally arrived.

When I was first born, my eight older brothers crowded around my crib, pushing and shoving each other to get a look.

Alistair, the CEO brother, lowered his voice and tucked a black card into my swaddling clothes: “Keep this. The PIN is your birthday.”

Jaxson, the mob boss second brother, leaned in cautiously: “Is this really a baby sister? How is she so tiny?”

Julian, the gentle doctor third brother, frowned: “Why is our little sister blowing bubbles? Is it because you guys are too dirty? Strictly speaking, I’m the only clean one here.”

With eight brothers placing me on a pedestal like that, I was spoiled into a full-blown case of princess syndrome.

That lasted until I hit high school and crossed paths with the new female teacher in class.

I wanted to request a leave of absence from P.E. class, but she dismissed it with a flat refusal.

“With such a weak constitution, how are you going to catering to a husband once you’re married!”

I stood on the rooftop crying, feeling utterly wronged.

“Why does Ms. Vance only like boys? Are baby girls not good enough?”

“Then I might as well just stop living!”

The next second, the whole school panicked.

After all, she didn’t know that my princess syndrome was pampered into existence by my eight crazy brothers!

***

During the passing period, everyone was eating snacks and drinking water.

Madeline Vance, the new teacher, was leaning against a boy’s desk, laughing so hard she was shaking.

A boy held a potato chip to her lips; she opened her mouth and ate it, then patted the boy’s shoulder.

“Thanks! Teacher doesn’t find you gross.”

She reached out again to snatch a cracker right out of another boy’s mouth.

Once she got it, she gave him a playful shove with a laugh.

Madeline Vance sighed, ran her fingers through her hair, and complained.

“During the last big cleanup, a few girls argued with me for ages because they didn’t want to clean. So annoying.”

“It’s much more comfortable hanging out with you boys. It’s not exhausting.”

A boy nearby immediately chimed in: “Exactly. Ms. Vance is nothing like those little girls.”

I ignored the commotion over there.

I took a small mirror out of my pink backpack and carefully applied my strawberry-flavored lip balm.

When I was done, I gently pressed my lips together.

Mmm, smells sweet and feels moisturizing.

Suddenly, a mocking gaze swept over.

Madeline Vance wiped the smile off her face, bypassed two rows of desks, and walked straight up to me.

She looked down at me with a face full of contempt.

“What are you applying? Lipstick?”

Her tone was dripping with bitterness.

“Still a student and already learning how to paint your face?”

“Who are you pouting those lips for?”

“Who are you trying to seduce?”