The sister of a blue-blooded aristocrat.

My younger sister became infatuated with stories about real and fake heiresses after finishing college. She convinced herself that she was the lost daughter of a Noble Aristocrat, living a life of luxury. She acted like an heiress, treating our mother as her maid, our father as her chauffeur, and using me as her emotional outlet. She even went to great lengths to prove that she wasn't biologically part of the Johnson Family.

Later, she heard that a Noble Aristocrat family was searching for their daughter, missing for eighteen years. She forged her ID and household registration, managing to pose as a twenty-year-old college student despite being twenty-four. She wept her way to their doorstep but was immediately exposed as a fraud and thrown out.

Soon afterward, at the recognition banquet for the Aristocrat’s daughter, my sister disguised herself as a server and attacked the true heiress. To reduce her sentence, our family sold the house and cars, drained our savings, only for her to give us a bottle of cyanide upon her release.

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As my parents and I clutched our stomachs and collapsed in our thirty-square-meter rental, my sister laughed gleefully. Mom struggled over to her, clutching her pant leg, and asked why. She kicked Mom away, throwing the food on the table at us. Her eyes were wild and threatening.

"You bunch of losers! It's your fault I'm stuck as a nobody while others are born into wealth! If you weren't holding me back, I'd already be a billionaire's heiress. If you all just died, no one could say I'm a Johnson!"

We died in disappointment and resentment.

When I opened my eyes again, my sister was complaining about Mom's Seafood Medley Porridge not meeting her standards.

"I told you I want Seafood Medley Porridge. You're an adult, yet you can't even cook properly. Aren't you afraid I'll starve?"

Since graduating college and struggling to find a job, she got hooked on those fake heiress novels. She read so much, she started fantasizing about being a lost daughter of a Noble Aristocrat, dreaming that some wealthy tycoon would recognize her one day. Over time, she got so deeply absorbed in this fantasy that she couldn't pull herself out. She behaved like an heiress every day, ordering mom to make extravagant dishes.

"You don't get it, heiresses eat like this. If you can't cook it, learn!"

Whenever she wanted to go out, regardless of the time, one call and Dad had to be waiting with the car.

"No sense of time. If you make me late, I'll never ride with you again!"

If she was in a bad mood, I would bear the brunt of it.

"How can you be so oblivious? See me upset and not know to give gifts and sweet talk to cheer me up? I can't have such a clueless sister!"

I couldn't take it, wanted to yell back, but Mom always stopped me.

"Nora, Phoebe is under a lot of pressure because she can't find a job. She's just being harsh. She's still young, give it time, she'll come around."

So I waited and waited. Waited for the day she tried to cl...