Love brain brother gave up the whole family to get a daughter. I tore up my brother and sister-in-law and took over hundreds of millions of property.
My brother skipped my birthday party to be with his girlfriend.
To make it up to me, he offered to buy me a Givenchy Starry Sky necklace.
I grudgingly accepted his apology.
But that very day, his girlfriend added me on SnapChat.
And she wasted no time being rude.
“Seriously, no shame? How dare you take a gift from *my* boyfriend? Every dollar he earns is *mine*.”
“Also, women just get married eventually, right? All that schooling? Useless. Just drop out, stop bleeding the family dry.”
I was floored.
I’d never met anyone so brazen.
I instantly shoved my phone in Ryan’s face.
“Look at the trash mouth you’ve found for yourself.”
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Brittany’s messages kept coming.
“Back where I grew up, girls your age already have a couple of kids. Get married, stop freeloading off your family.”
“All the money Ryan makes, even your parents’ money-it’s all going to be mine eventually.”‘
“You need to understand, every penny you spend now means one less penny for me in the future.”
Ryan, my brother, stared at the screen, shocked.
After a moment, he scratched his head awkwardly. “Maybe… maybe there’s some
misunderstanding?”
“Misunderstanding? Ryan, are you totally blinded by love? Brittany is clearly twisted!”
I stared at my brother like he was a complete idiot.
Ryan had always been a bit wishy-washy and painfully introverted since we were kids.
Because of his personality, he barely had any friends, let alone a girlfriend.
He was almost thirty, and this was his first relationship ever.
Naturally, our entire family was beyond thrilled.
Mom and Dad booked overnight flights, ready to fly in from overseas to meet his “future wife.”
I even took time off school just to come back.
Ever since he started dating, Ryan wouldn’t stop raving about how amazing Brittany was.
He swore up and down that we’d all adore her.
I thought Ryan was about to drop some amazing news, a real game-changer. Turns out, he just dragged in a massive train wreck.
The necklace he’d given me was still around my neck, feeling scorching hot and glaringly obvious.
“Chloe, please, just forgive your future sister-in-law. She didn’t do anything wrong; it’s just the toxic
environment she grew up in that twisted her views.”
“I’ll talk to her, just don’t be mad.”
Ryan tried to smooth things over, speaking gently on Brittany’s behalf.
When I stayed silent, he held up three fingers, swearing on it.
“I swear, I’ll never make my favorite, most adorable sister mad again!”
I snorted out a laugh.
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Ryan finally relaxed when he saw my attitude soften.
“Chloe, please don’t tell Mom and Dad about this, okay? I don’t want to ruin Brittany’s impression
with them.”
I nodded.
I wasn’t about to badmouth her right away.
Ryan continued, “Tomorrow, I’ll make her apologize to you in person. You *have* to forgive her, okay?”
I nodded again.
As long as she recognized her mistake and apologized sincerely, I could pretend nothing happened.
Ryan drove me to Brittany’s place.
He even said Brittany felt really bad and wanted to cook for me as an apology.
*Hmm,* I thought, *sounds somewhat promising.*
We pulled up to a run-down, older apartment complex in a less-than-desirable neighborhood. The moment I stepped out of the passenger seat, someone shoved me.
I lost my balance and tumbled to the ground.
Brittany glared down at me.
“Don’t you know the passenger seat is for the girlfriend only? How *dare* you sit there?”
My head hit the car door, and I saw stars.
Brittany’s long fingernails practically poked my eyes.
“Are you
blind? It even says ‘Wife’s Seat’ on the dashboard!”
“Did you just ignore everything I told you yesterday? Seriously, you’re taking my kindness for granted.”
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I’d seen it.
But I get motion sickness.
And honestly, I didn’t see what was wrong with a sister sitting in her brother’s passenger seat.
Ryan flinched, quickly pulling Brittany back.
“Brittany, don’t lay a hand on her…”
“What, are you going to stop me?!”
Brittany flung Ryan’s hand away.
“She’s just a brat! Why should she get to spend your money on a necklace and steal my seat? She’s such a spendthrift, she’ll bleed the family dry!”
I struggled to push myself up, my forehead throbbing.
“You pushed me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She stood there, hands on her hips, and spat at me in contempt.
Then, without warning, she lunged, yanking the necklace hard from my neck.
“Give it to me! Why is a student like you wearing something so expensive? You’re so vain!” Brittany demanded, as if it were her right.
