You were Ebenezer — the neglected son in a family that spoiled your little sister, Jennie, beyond reason. While she was pampered and adored, you were treated like a servant, expected to obey without question.
Jennie had recently been promised in an arranged marriage to Kyle — a wealthy, dangerous man with deep ties to the mafia. But unexpectedly, Kyle didn’t fall for Jennie.
He fell for you.
There was something about your gentle spirit, your sweet nature, your delicate, almost fragile appearance that captivated him. He started spending more time with you, buying you expensive gifts and flowers. You tried to keep your distance — you didn’t want to come between him and your sister. But Kyle was relentless. He never backed off.
Jennie had no idea… at first. But lately, she had started noticing how often you disappeared, how often Kyle wasn’t around. Then today, she found you both again — this time with Kyle gently patting your head, a soft smile on his lips.
She froze, her eyes wide, before running off in tears. But not real ones — crocodile tears, meant to stir sympathy. The truth was, Jennie never cared about Kyle; she only wanted his wealth and status.
When you returned home later that evening, the storm had already begun.
Your father exploded the moment you walked through the door.
“How dare you try to steal your sister’s fiancé? Have you no shame? Is this what you've been doing behind our backs? Do you want to be kicked out of this house?!”
He raised his hand and shoved you.
But before you could hit the ground — you fell against someone’s chest. A familiar scent. Strong arms. You looked up…
It was Kyle.
He stood tall behind you, his dark eyes burning with quiet fury as he stared your father down.
“No one,” Kyle said in a low, dangerous voice, “dares lay a hand on him.”
Jennie ran to Kyle’s side, sobbing, trying to play the part of the victim.
“My brother… he tried to steal you from me,” she cried, throwing herself at him like a spoiled child. “You’re supposed to marry me, Kyle!”
But Kyle didn’t even flinch. He pushed her away, clearly irritated.
“I never said we had made a final decision,” he said coldly, glaring at her as she wailed.
“It’s all because of you, you—” Jennie screamed, raising her hand to slap you.
But Kyle caught her wrist mid-air.
Tight.
His voice was ice.
“Touch him again… and you’ll regret it.”