Ever since my sister was born, she hated him. She despised how he was always around and called him a leech, a freeloader riding on the Gardner name. She even mocked him to his face and behind his back, but he wasn't just anyone.
He was the grandson of my grandfather's best friend. After Grandpa passed, my dad took him in and raised him like blood.
And my sister? She relentlessly tormented him, humiliated him at school, socially isolated him, and wore him down until only steel and silence remained.
Eventually, he changed.
He became cold, calculating, and dangerous.
But he also became brilliant.
Straight out of college, Dad handed him the entire Gardner Group and named him CEO.
My sister, who was spoiled and accustomed to having everything handed to her, finally realized what was slipping away from her.
So what did she do? She panicked and made the worst move possible. She hired some men to kidnap him or maybe something even worse.
It backfired, of course.
She ended up disfigured, paralyzed, and ruined.
In truth, she never comprehended the most important rule when it comes to yanderes.
You don't fight him.
You win him over.
And this time, that was precisely what I planned to do.
[Wow! Big bro is gorgeous. I already like him!]
I looked up at him, channeling all the innocence I had as a baby, and reached out with both tiny hands, almost pleading for a hug.
Immediately, something shifted on his face. His stern expression softened slightly. Those icy amber eyes flickered with surprise and a gentler emotion.
"Hic… ahh… hug…"I spoke my very first word.
Gasps erupted on either side of me.
"Did our little girl just call for her brother?" Mom whispered, eyes shining.
"Lance, I think your sister already likes you," Dad chuckled, clearly thrilled. "Go on, give her a hug."
Lance stood there, frozen and still, struggling to process everything. Before he could voice any objections, someone gently placed me in his arms.
At first, he held me awkwardly, stiff and unsure. However, his hands were careful and almost reverent, as if he were afraid I might break.
And his eyes, which had always been empty and guarded, were beginning to shift just the tiniest bit.
[Wow… he's so handsome. And he's my brother? His eyes are gorgeous, but why do they look so sad? Don't worry, big bro. With me here, you'll never be lonely again.]