Love Rejected by Brother

From a young age, I was adopted by the Nelson family. In their household, I quickly became aware of their charming young master, Jaxton. He was known for his temper and rarely showed kindness to anyone—except me.

The first time I met him, he reached out and gave me his favorite toy car, saying, "Elyse, from now on, we're family."

Later, on a stormy night when the school bus got stranded and I couldn't make it home, Jaxton was the one who walked through the pouring rain for over two hours to find me. As he stood tall above me, his smile was gentle. "Silly sister, I knew you'd be stuck, so I came to get you."

On my eighteenth birthday, I drank wine for the first time with my classmates and ended up completely drunk. Tearfully, I called my brother to come pick me up. As he carried me on his back, I boldly nibbled his earlobe and murmured, "Brother, I don't want to be just your sister."

That night, Jaxton pressed me against a tree and kissed me so passionately that my lips were swollen, leaving me breathless and tearful. Holding me close, he said, "I've never thought of you as just my sister."

I believed Jaxton felt the same way about me. It felt like a dream—as if the person I loved loved me back. Excited, I blushed and dressed up, ready to tell him our bond was more than just sibling affection and we could try being together.

However, I was confronted with the sight of my brother coming out of his bedroom with another woman. She was wearing his clothes and greeted me casually, "Good morning, little sis."

In that moment, my heart, which had soared so high, came crashing down. I desperately grabbed Jaxton, demanding to know why. His expression was indifferent as he pushed me away. "Why what?"

He refused to acknowledge what happened that night, denied ever kissing me, and even when I forced a kiss on him, he shoved me away, shouting, "You're out of your mind!"

From then on, whenever I showed any affection or said I liked him, Jaxton would find a new girlfriend and bring her home, completely indifferent to my feelings. Even at night, with our rooms next to each other, I could hear the sounds of intimacy through the wall.

The pain felt like a knife twisting in my heart, and I crouched down, unable to comprehend why. The night of my eighteenth birthday was still clear in my mind, but the Jaxton before me seemed like a different person.

My phone buzzed in my pocket incessantly. Still in tears, I answered the call.

"Elyse, did you have a good birthday today?"

Choking up, I sobbed into the phone, "Mom, I want to go abroad. I don't want to stay here any longer—I need to leave as soon as possible."

A month ago, my biological parents found me, revealing that I wasn't abandoned but had been kidnapped by traffickers during a train transfer. After a long journey, I ended up in an orphanage and was ultimately adopted by the Nelsons.

When my parents found me, they brought gifts and met with the Nelsons to discuss taking me back. They offered financial support to help the Nelsons gain prominence in London society.

Yet, I hadn't wanted to leave because of Jaxton. My obsession with him had been deeply rooted over the years. Now, it was time to let go.

So, when I mentioned going abroad, my mom was taken aback and asked, "Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?"

Hearing the concern in her voice, a wave of emotions washed over me, but a sense of warmth began to seep in. I sniffed and wiped away my tears, assuring her that everything was fine. After hanging up, I hailed a cab and returned to the Nelsons'.