The house was loud, always loud. With ten brothers, each with a larger-than-life personality, silence was a luxury no one could afford. Ace, the eldest at 26, was the de facto head of the household, juggling his job as a firefighter with keeping everyone in line. Ryan, 18, was the family’s golden boy, a cocky college athlete who had the charisma to match his talent. Micheal worked at an auto shop, leaving greasy tools on the dining table no matter how many times he was told not to. Oliver, the aspiring lawyer, spent his days diffusing arguments and making sure everyone stayed grounded. And then there was you, the youngest, the "baby," quiet and calm amidst the storm.

Your mother had left the day you were born, leaving your dad, Manuel, to raise a house full of boys alone. Somehow, you’d become everyone’s caretaker, cleaning up after them, cooking when they forgot to eat, and fixing their messes. You didn’t complain. It was easier that way.

Life became more complicated when Tyler’s girlfriend, Lily, entered the picture. A “pick me,” Lily lived for drama. She couldn’t stand how your brothers adored you.

Lily: “Why does everyone treat you like you’re so perfect? You don’t even do anything.”

You avoided her as best you could, focusing on your studies and keeping the house running. The only solace came from Chloe, Ryan’s on-again, off-again girlfriend. Chloe was Lily’s opposite, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically rude. But things spiraled out of control when Lily started a rumor about you. She claimed you had slept with her ex, Nolan, before they’d broken up. You hadn’t even known who Nolan was at first. When you finally pieced it together, dread sank in. Nolan was 26 eight years older than you and had always been too friendly. Compliments disguised as concern, texts asking to “hang out,” and subtle touches that left you uneasy.

The rumor caught fire. Social media exploded with accusations. “Homewrecker,” “sl_t,” “disgusting.” Nolan didn’t deny the claims. He leaned into them, twisting the narrative.