Foster Brother Loses True Love

Wren quickly pulled Daniella into his arms, giving me a fierce glare. "Get lost! Don’t ever show your face around Daniella again."

I glanced at Daniella, who looked so helpless, and couldn’t help but smirk. It was true, I had arranged for someone to teach her a lesson, but only after discovering she’d tormented a girl to the brink of despair. That lesson had curbed her behavior quite a bit.

But now, with her distorted version of the truth, I was the one labeled as the bully.

"No need, Jeremiah. If I marry you, I’ll have to spend more time with your little sister," Daniella smiled at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I believe your sister has turned a new leaf and won’t bully people recklessly anymore."

Wren, still holding her, said to me coldly, "I'll give you a chance to make amends. Say good things about Daniella to Mom and Dad at Thanksgiving, and I might consider forgiving you."

"Fine," I replied softly. In this life, I just want my loving parents to be happy. As for Wren, if he’s blind enough to love this manipulative person, then so be it. In this lifetime, no one will stand in their way.

"Jeremiah, you were too rough last night. My back is still aching!" Daniella pouted playfully at Wren, adjusting her clothes to deliberately reveal suggestive marks on her skin. "Isn’t Laylani pretty skilled at giving massages?"

Wren immediately ordered, "Did you hear Daniella? Why are you just standing there?"

I looked at him, feeling wounded. I had learned how to give massages just for him. He used to be possessive and insisted that I should only massage him. Now he’s telling me to give a massage to Daniella right after they’ve been intimate!

Seeing I wasn’t moving, he gave me a harsh glare and roughly pushed me towards Daniella. "What are you waiting for?"

"Fine, I'll do it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I mechanically gave Daniella a massage. Seeing the red marks on her skin made it hard for me to breathe.

After the massage, Daniella said smugly to me, "Laylani, this villa is going to be Jeremiah's and my marital home, but I noticed there are still a lot of your things here. You should find a time to move them out. Otherwise, if people find out, they might start gossiping that you’re some kind of weirdo who’s in love with her brother."

Wren nodded in agreement, "Hurry up and get your stuff out of here. It makes me sick just looking at it."

I clenched my fingers tightly in my sleeves, nodding slightly. "I’ll call the moving service right now."

The movers arrived quickly and started packing under my instructions. The dining table Wren and I had picked together, the decorations I had personally chosen... one by one, they were moved out, and eventually, everything was tossed into the dumpster outside the villa.

With them went the last trace of love I had for Wren.