Destroying My Love-Brained Sister

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I transmigrated into a novel.

More accurately, I became the pathetic foil to the aggressively love-brained female lead, my sister, Sutton.

Sutton worshipped freedom. She was born into unimaginable wealth, spoiled rotten by our mother, and blindly doted on by our older brother. Yet, she threw it all away to elope with a street thug over a cheap, dry motel cheeseburger. She even sank so low as to smoke weed with this lowlife, Colton, in grimy underground dive bars, and let him screw her in gas station public restrooms reeking of piss.

For this, the narrative hailed her as the ultimate fearless icon who defied old money and power.

And me? I was Vivienne. I was written off as the spineless cowardthe loser too terrified to rebel against her parents and throw her entire family away for "true love."

When I read that plotline, my brain practically short-circuited.

Excuse me?

I had a multi-million dollar family trust fund sitting in my bank account. Why wouldn't I just lay back in a Beverly Hills mansion and enjoy the hell out of my life?

I didn't have a lobotomy. Why the hell would I throw my life away for a high school dropout who belonged in the gutter?

Chapter 1

"Mom, you just don't get it. I've lived here my whole life, but it never felt like a real home. It was that cold cheeseburger Colton bought me in the pouring rain that finally warmed my freezing heart. I'm marrying Colton, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

My eyes snapped open, and my brain instantly flatlined at the sheer stupidity of those words. Standing across from me was a girl in a pristine white dress, her chin tilted up in a pathetic display of stubbornness.

Wait. Where the hell was I? Who was I? What was happening?

A sharp spike of pain drilled into my temples. I vividly remembered dying. Dying in a damp, pitch-black basement after being force-fed a bowl of poisoned porridge.

But here I was, breathing. And this wasn't reincarnation.

As the memories crashed into my skull, the realization hit me: I had transmigrated into a romance novel.

In this trash-tier story, the female lead was praised for her "resilience" and "defiance against authority." To chase her so-called freedom and true love, she ruthlessly cut ties with her parents and family, throwing herself at a street-trash male lead. She then proceeded to accompany this thug as he smoked, drank, and brawled his way through life, eventually letting him screw her in a public restroom.

And I was Vivienne. The female lead, Sutton's, younger sister.

Unlike Sutton, who supposedly had the guts to chase freedom, Vivienne was written as a spineless coward. Oh, and she was the male lead's ex-girlfriend.

But Vivienne didn't have the nerve to smoke, drink, or fight alongside the thug. She didn't dare hook up with him in a filthy bathroom. She was too terrified to defy her parents, abandon her family, and elope in the name of love.

So, the story ended with the male and female leads tying the knot.

And Vivienne? She allegedly died of a broken heart, slitting her wrists on the night of their weddingall just to serve as a tragic backdrop to highlight their epic romance.

Recalling this plot, a wave of pure nausea washed over me.

Excuse me? Did the author of this garbage have cotton candy for brains?

The Xu family was a top-tier old-money dynasty with seats on Ivy League boards. Our parents provided us with absolutely everything: limited-edition haute couture wardrobes, a chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce, and a luxury penthouse with a rooftop pool on Manhattan's Upper East Side. Our parents anticipated every material need before we even had to ask.

Yet these privilegesthings normal people wouldn't even dare to dream ofwere treated by the female lead as suffocating shackles holding her back from her precious "freedom."

She scoffed at the endless resources handed to her. She even screamed and accused our parents that the elite private schools and high-society galas they arranged for her were vicious attempts at control, a form of psychological abuse. But the moment that street thug, Colton, handed her a basic, pathetic meal? She was left speechless with gratitude, cutting ties with her parents without a second thought to elope with him.

By the time I snapped out of my thoughts, the screaming match across the room had reached its climax.

Sutton grabbed the framed family portrait and smashed it to the floor.

Ignoring our parents, who were practically hyperventilating from anger and shock, she stormed out, slamming the heavy mahogany door behind her. She marched out, not sparing a single backward glance at the people who had spent decades raising her.

Dad staggered back, his knees giving out slightly.

He snatched his crystal whiskey glass off the table and hurled it against the wall, shattering it into pieces. He pointed at the doorway. "Get out! If you want your damn freedom so badly, then don't you ever step foot in this house again!"

He cursed under his breath, muttering that he had poured his blood, sweat, and tears into raising an ungrateful leech.

Mom's reaction was worse. Her health had always been fragile, and Sutton's tantrum had pushed her right to the edge of a heart attack.

My stomach dropped. I bolted to her bedroom, grabbed her prescription pills, and forced them into her hand with a glass of water right before her legs gave way. After swallowing the pills, her violent tremors finally subsided.

But her eyes were hollow. She looked up at me, lost.

"Vivienne," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Did I really do something wrong? Did I push you both too hard? Was I so suffocating that she felt she had to do this?"

I stayed quiet, my jaw clenched tight.

This exact scene played out in the original book. Sutton had a massive blowout with our parents, screaming that Mom's controlling nature made every single day in the Xu house utterly depressing. She claimed that Mom's constant discipline was the exact reason she chose to be with Colton, the thug who finally gave her "freedom." And because of those vicious words, Mom spiraled into endless self-doubt.

Chapter 2

She was convinced that her own horrible parenting was what turned her daughter into this monster.

But having read the entire plot, I knew Mom was an incredible woman. She looked strict and operated with flawless, intimidating precision. To outsiders, she was a tiger mom, a cold-blooded corporate shark.

But whenever we were sick, she would sit by our beds all night, terrified to step away for even a single second. She used all her high-level connections and hustled relentlessly to secure the best schools, just so we would never have to worry about our futures.

Yet this amazing woman in the original timeline, her own daughter's vicious accusations pushed her into severe clinical depression. She overdosed on antidepressants, which triggered massive hallucinations. Then, one rainy night, she ran a red light during a manic episode and was killed instantly in a horrific car crash.

Afterwards, Dad, desperate to see his wife's body one last time, rushed to the crash site in a torrential downpour. Blinded by grief and speeding, his car skidded off a bridge and plunged straight into the river.

With both our parents dead from accidents, and Vivienne committing suicide over a broken heart, this massive family empire was left with only one legitimate heir: Sutton. We had an adopted brother, but he had zero inheritance rights. So, in the end, Sutton took over the entire Xu empire. And, in the name of "true love," she signed away the legacy Dad bled to build, handing it over to that street thug for absolutely nothing.

Sutton sucked them dry like a leech. Using our parents' blood-soaked inheritance, she bought a Beverly Hills mansion and threw a lavish, over-the-top wedding with that thug. She even blew up on Twitter as an influencer, heavily peddling her disgusting theory about "abandoning toxic families to find true love." It brainwashed an entire generation of naive, immature girls into copying her every move.

But the way I saw it, Sutton's so-called "happiness" was built entirely on our parents' corpses. Without the Xu family trust fund, they were nothing. A spoiled heiress who didn't even know how to use a microwave, and a filthy-mouthed street trash who only knew how to pop pills and throw punches. Where exactly would they get the cash to fund their carefree, fairy-tale life?

Seeing Mom spiral into self-doubt, a cold sweat broke out over my palms. I couldn't let that tragedy happen again.

"That's absolute bullshit!" I blurted out.

Mom flinched at the sudden volume of my voice. She looked up, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Vivienne you really don't feel suffocated by how I raised you?"

"Of course not." I dropped to my knees beside her. I took her trembling, ice-cold hands in mine and rested my chin gently on her lap.

"A little while ago, I volunteered at a children's shelter down in the city," I said softly, letting a warm, steady rhythm back into my voice. "I saw kids there who had absolutely no one. Kids who barely had enough to eat, just fighting to survive another day. It was then that I realized exactly how damn lucky I am.

Yes, you were strict. But you fed me, you clothed me, you made sure I never had to panic about my next meal, and you handed me the best education money could buy. That is more than enough."

A heavy, thick silence settled over the room.

Seconds later, a warm drop of moisture hit my forehead. Mom's eyes were completely red, heavy tears rolling freely down her usually immaculate cheeks. My chest tightened. I tried to stand up to wipe her face, but she suddenly grabbed me, pulling me tight against her chest in a desperate, crushing hug.

"Vivienne my sweet girl," she choked out, her voice muffled against my hair. "Just hearing you say that it makes every single thing I've done worth it."

My plan worked perfectly. With my constant reassurance, Mom didn't nosedive into that lethal spiral of self-doubt over Sutton's vicious accusations.

Sure, her daughter's brutal rebellion still broke her heart for a while. But that was fine. She still had me.

To completely cut off any chance of her sinking into depression, I started dragging her out of the house. Our most frequent stop was the children's shelter. It was the absolute antithesis of that ungrateful leech, Sutton.

The kids there had nothing, yet a single piece of candy would keep them smiling all day long. Theyd look right at Mom and say 'thank you' with genuine, wide-eyed sincerity. Those bright, energetic kids successfully pulled Mom's focus away from her grief.

Chapter 3

Mom was now too busy writing massive checks for the children's foundation at high-society charity galas to even waste a second thinking about that rebellious idiot. Which meant, for the first time, Sutton was the one starting to lose her mind.

In the original plot, Mom worried herself sick. Even though Sutton broke her heart, Mom kept blowing up her phone to check on her. She wired nearly six figures in allowance into Sutton's bank account, terrified she might freeze or starve.

But Sutton? She completely ignored the calls and eventually just blocked Mom's number. She had no problem draining that bank account, though. With practically unlimited funds, her "running away from home" consisted of booking five-star luxury suites and living the exact same spoiled heiress life.

But thanks to my interference, the plotline flipped. Mom finally realized that Sutton ran away because she was an ungrateful leech, not because of any bad parenting. Mom stopped guilt-tripping herself, stopped calling, and completely cut off the cash flow. Instead, she poured all that money into the children's shelter.

That hit Sutton hard. She was a pampered princess who had never suffered a single day in her life. When she stormed out, she talked a big game.

She screamed about cutting ties with the Xu family forever and swore shed never touch another cent of our money. Just to prove her point, she didn't even take her platinum credit cards.

But Sutton didn't actually think Mom would let her starve. In her delusional mind, she was still the precious Xu daughter. She figured Mom was strict, sure, but still loved her to death. Her little runaway stunt was just a pathetic strike against the familya way to force our parents to surrender and accept her street-trash boyfriend.

So Sutton waited. And waited. Nearly half a month dragged by, and her phone stayed completely silent.

Not a single call from Mom. Not a single dime deposited into her accounts.

As the days ticked on, Sutton was the first to crack. With zero cash and absolutely no job skills, she was forced to squat in a filthy, cramped apartment with her thug boyfriend, Colton.

At first, it was fine. Sutton was drunk on "true love" and didn't mind roughing it. But reality hit fast. The apartment was a total dump.

Gang members blasted deafening heavy metal music downstairs all night, and the hallways reeked of cheap weed and piss. Every now and then, rats would scurry right under their greasy, stained mattress. Sutton couldn't handle the squalor anymore.

So, right before Thanksgiving, she crawled back to the Xu estate, using "worrying about her parents" as a pathetic excuse. I wasn't surprised to see her at all. That was exactly who Sutton was.

She constantly preached about hating materialism, defying wealth, and chasing pure freedom. But in reality? She was the greediest person alive.

She wanted to suck the Xu family resources dry and soak up our parents' unconditional love, while simultaneously refusing any boundaries. Her brain was entirely consumed with chasing "freedom"which really just meant dragging herself through the gutter with her trashy boyfriend. And on the day she showed up, she actually dragged Colton along.

Colton wore a faded, ripped hoodie with a cheap, fake gold chain hanging around his neck. His scrawny shoulders, paired with an overly exaggerated, try-hard gangster swagger, made him look like a severely rabid monkey. Even when he looked at our parents, he didn't show a shred of respect, just slouching there like total trash.

Mom and Dad's faces darkened instantly. But Sutton? She was staring at Colton with pure, unfiltered worship. She practically thought her boyfriend was built differentso brave, so rebellious against authority.

Dad was the one who finally shattered the heavy silence. He crossed his arms. "Spit it out. What exactly are you doing back here?"

Sutton reluctantly dragged her eyes off Colton. She stared at the floor. "Dad I'm out of cash. Can you wire me my allowance?"

Dad didn't answer. He just stared her down. "Didn't you swear you were cutting ties with this family to chase your 'true love'?"

Sutton's face flushed a mottled red. "I I was just talking!" she stammered, scrambling for an excuse.

"You guys raised me. We're blood. How could I ever actually cut ties with my own parents?"

She poured it on thick. Right at the emotional climax of her little speech, she even forced two dramatic tears out of the corners of her eyes.

Chapter 4

She was still his eldest daughter. Seeing Sutton's tears, Dad's icy expression began to thaw.

Right as he was about to cave, Mom, who had been completely silent, cut in. Her face was a mask of pure ice. "I can wire you the money."

Suttons eyes lit up.

But Mom didn't miss a beat. "On one condition. You go to the private university I arranged in Boston, and you cut off this street rat permanently."

The color drained from Sutton's face. She sniffled, her eyes red. "Mom, you know Colton is the love of my life. Can't you compromise just this once?"

Mom set her tea cup down on the saucer with a sharp clink. "No."

Sutton opened her mouth to argue.

Colton suddenly kicked over an expensive vase next to him, shattering it into pieces, and pointed his finger right at Dad's nose. "You arrogant, bloodsucking snobs! Once I hit it big on crypto and buy up your entire damn block, youll be on your knees begging me!"

After delivering that deeply embarrassing, cringe-inducing speech, he grabbed Sutton's wrist and yanked her toward the door.

But this time, Sutton wasn't playing the fearless rebel. As he dragged her out, she kept glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes lingering on the luxury she was leaving behind. Ultimately, she chose him, following her thug out the door without a fight.

She went completely off the grid for the next six months. She dropped out of school. She spent her days trailing after Colton, chasing her twisted version of freedom and true love.

I kept tabs on her occasionally, but I didn't waste my energy caring.

In my past life, I was nothing but a ghosta disposable pawn sacrificed for a corporate marriage arrangement. My parents were ice-cold, and my older sister subjected me to years of relentless psychological torment. Even when I was tossed onto the freezing, snow-covered streets and almost dragged into a dark alley by a group of homeless men, no one gave a single damn about me. After years of barely surviving, I ended up dying from a bowl of poisoned porridge.

But this time, I had the family I was always denied. Mom actually cared. She would bring me warm milk when I pulled all-nighters studying, and she stayed by my bed when I caught a fever.

The warmth I begged for in my previous life was freely handed to me now. Feeling that safety, my resolve hardened into steel. I was going to protect them, no matter the cost.

Sunday rolled around, bright and sunny. Like every weekend, I accompanied Mom to the children's shelter to hand out snacks.

Right before we walked in, I stopped. I had left the envelope with the foundation's donation in the car. I told Mom to go ahead and jogged back to the street.

I grabbed my bag from the backseat and shut the door. As I turned to leave, a burst of harsh, grating laughter echoed off the brick walls.

A group of thugs was huddled in the corner of a narrow alleyway. They sported trashy dye jobs. They leaned against a wall covered in messy graffiti, holding cheap blunts and blowing harsh, stinging smoke into the air.

Sitting right in the center of that garbage dump was Sutton.

I barely recognized her