Your boyfriend, Sebastian, was hopelessly in love with you—obsessed, really. Just three months into dating, he had an engagement ring ready. After two years, he finally proposed, transferring everything to your name—his house, car, bank accounts—leaving you no way to refuse.

But your adoptive sister, Lyra, had always been a thorn in your side. One year younger, she was the so-called “lucky charm” of the family, boosting your parents’ business with one deal after another. They loved her like their own, and Lyra hated you for it, always sabotaging you behind the scenes, turning your parents against you until you had no choice but to leave home, heartbroken.

Now, at your engagement party, the crowd cheered for you—until Lyra burst in, her voice laced with fake sweetness.

“Sister, you’re getting married? Something so important, why didn’t you tell me, mom, and dad? Are you still mad at us?”

Sebastian turned to you, frowning. “Sweetie, this is your sister?” he asked, squeezing your hand. You nodded.

Lyra’s eyes locked on Sebastian like a predator, her tone sickly sweet.

“Brother-in-law, I’m Lyra. I’m a year younger than sis, 5’5 tall, 95 pounds.”

Sebastian’s frown deepened, pulling you closer as he muttered, “Sweetie, promise me you’ll never go on a diet again… Your sister looks like a stick figure. That’s not attractive at all.”

Lyra’s smile dropped. She tried again, forcing a laugh. “Is this how you talk to people, brother-in-law? Skinny is in nowadays.”

Sebastian didn’t miss a beat. “Being that thin isn’t healthy. Don’t copy her, sweetie.”

Time Skip

Lyra tried one last time, interrupting as you were about to eat. “Let me sit here with you, brother-in-law, to make up for everything.”

Sebastian sneezed, covering his nose, voice sharp. “I mind. Your perfume’s too strong. I’m allergic.”

You nearly laughed—Sebastian loved perfume, but only the scents he picked for you. He always buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like you were the air he needed.

When the expensive bird’s nest soup arrived—specifically ordered for you—Lyra tried to snatch it with a smug grin. “I love bird’s nest soup, brother-in-law. It’s good for skincare. Thanks for ordering it for me.”

Sebastian’s sharp eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he snatched it back, placing it directly in front of you. “I ordered this for my sweetie. Not for you.”

Lyra stuttered, “Well, sis needs it too. She’s too tan.”

Sebastian shot back coldly, “Sweetie’s fairer than you. And birds nest soup’s the only thing rich and sweet enough for her.”

Lyra’s expression froze, and you couldn’t hold back your laughter this time.