My Adoptive Brother's Obsession: He Only Wanted ame After Losing Me
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"Just watch... I'll take you away from that deceitful woman."
Yvette whispered softly, but the resolve in her heart was unshakable.
Her heart shattered as she witnessed the wedding of Aaron-the man she had loved for so long, the very same adoptive brother who once gave her a sense of home-to another woman.
It was no secret.
Aaron knew how she felt.
And yet, he still chose to marry someone else... as if Yvette's love had never meant a thing.
Just when she tried to accept that painful reality, she uncovered a truth far more devastating.
Belinda... was not as kind as she seemed.
The cunning hidden behind her gentle smile only made it harder for Yvette to let go-only strengthened her belief that the man she loved had fallen into the wrong hands.
The love she had once buried deep within her heart had now twisted into something far darker.
An obsession.
Yvette no longer wished to surrender.
She would take back what was meant to be hers... by any means necessary.
Even if it meant destroying their marriage.
My Adoptive Brother's Obsession: He Only Wanted ame After Losing Me Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Fifteen years ago...
Thud!
Suddenly, from the doorway, a little girl of five was shoved out of the house with brutal force.
Her frail, slender body stood no chance against the strength of an adult man. The impact sent her stumbling hard onto the ground, her skin instantly scraped and bruised.
Yvette Kylie.
A pitiful child who lived with her uncle and aunt after losing both of her parents a year ago.
"You useless brat! Why didn't you just die along with your parents, huh?!" The man's furious roar echoed, his large frame looming over her like a monster.
Yvette trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, Uncle... don't throw me out~"
The cruel man, reeking of alcohol, grabbed her ear mercilessly and yanked it upward.
Albert Kylie.
Yvette's biological uncle. The younger brother of her late father, William Kylie.
"Ah, it hurts!" she cried out in pain.
It felt as though her ear would be torn off at any second.
"You'll sleep outside tonight!" Albert barked, shoving her small body out onto the porch once more.
The heavy rain that had been pouring since earlier drenched her instantly. The thin garment she wore could hardly be called clothing-it was more like a rag, patched over and over again.
Yvette collapsed under the relentless rain that night. Meanwhile, from inside the house, Albert's children laughed and mocked her.
"Poor little orphan!" they jeered.
The Kylie household knew no gratitude. The very house they lived in belonged to Yvette, yet because her custody had fallen into Albert's hands, he treated her however he pleased-even squandering her family's wealth for his own indulgence.
Yvette slowly pushed herself up.
She sat on the cold ground, hugging her body tightly.
"Hiks... hiks... hiks... Father, Mother... I miss you..." she sobbed.
She wiped her tears again and again.
But the more she tried to stop them, the more they flowed.
Her palms were covered in small scars.
The cold air pierced through her skin.
Once as pale and soft as snow, her complexion had now dulled, darkened like charred ash.
Growl...
Hunger crept in, gnawing at her stomach. She clutched it tightly, hoping the pain would somehow disappear.
Maybe I should just sleep... then I won't feel hungry anymore, she thought.
She squeezed her eyes shut with all her strength.
And slowly, those beautiful golden-brown eyes drifted closed.
-----
Splash!
"Hah?!"
Yvette jolted awake as cold water was suddenly thrown over her.
"Hahahaha..."
That irritating laughter rang in her ears.
She looked up.
A woman wearing a kitchen apron stood before her, accompanied by a boy and a girl.
Emily-Albert's wife.
And their children, Laura and Louis.
"Hey, wake up! Do you even know what time it is?!" Emily snapped.
"S-Sorry, Aunt..." Yvette stammered, fear evident in her voice.
Emily grabbed Yvette's clothes harshly, tearing the worn fabric at the shoulder.
She dragged the poor child toward the kitchen.
"Here. Wash all these dishes!"
"But... I'm hungry, Aunt..."
Emily narrowed her eyes. "Food, food, food! That's all you ever think about! Finish the dishes first, then you can eat!"
Sniffling, Yvette nodded obediently. "Y-Yes..."
"As if she deserves it! That's what you get for being poor and an orphan!" Laura sneered, despite being no different in age.
And so, Yvette began washing the dishes.
A towering pile of them.
A task far too heavy for a child her age.
"Father... Mother..." she whispered.
Her stomach continued to growl relentlessly. She hadn't eaten anything since the previous night.
It took a long time before she finally finished.
Once done, she hurried toward the cabinet where the food was usually stored.
Hope flickered across her face as she opened it.
But it vanished instantly.
There was nothing inside-only a few empty plates.
Tears welled up again.
She rushed to the refrigerator.
Maybe there would be something there.
But it was the same.
Empty.
"Hiks... hiks... hiks..."
The little girl cried once more, silently.
Her uncle's family was truly heartless.
"Why are you crying? No food left?" Louis mocked, the twelve-year-old chewing gum lazily.
Yvette looked at him, tears in her eyes-but there was something else too.
A sharp, piercing glare.
Louis frowned, annoyed by her gaze.
"You ungrateful brat! How dare you look at me like that?!" he snapped.
Annoyed, he pulled the gum from his mouth and deliberately stuck it onto Yvette's hair.
"Don't, Louis!"
Too late.
The sticky pink lump clung firmly to the top of her head.
Yvette tried to pull it off.
But it wouldn't budge.
"What? It's stuck? Here, let me help you!" Louis said, grinning as he grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer.
"Don't!"
Louis, much bigger than her, grabbed her hair roughly.
Yvette had no strength to resist-especially on an empty stomach.
"Hiks... hiks... hiks..."
Her cries grew louder.
Her long, beautiful hair was soon cut short-uneven and jagged like a boy's.
Her late mother had loved her hair.
Yvette stared at the strands falling to the floor.
"Mother..."
"Hahahaha!" Louis laughed triumphantly at his handiwork.
Her hair was ruined-patchy and uneven.
Pathetic.
Yvette clenched her fists.
Summoning all her remaining strength, she shoved Louis hard.
Caught off guard, he stumbled and fell.
"You-!"
"Louis!" Emily shouted, rushing over.
Yvette's shoulders rose and fell rapidly.
She looked utterly exhausted.
"It was that orphan, Mom!" Louis complained.
Emily's face darkened instantly.
Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Yvette.
"You ungrateful child!" she snapped, grabbing Yvette's arm harshly.
"It hurts!" Yvette cried.
But Emily didn't care.
She dragged her to the back of the house, where a large fish pond lay.
Without hesitation, Emily grabbed Yvette's head and shoved it underwater.
Seconds later, she pulled her up-
"Ahh-! Please-"
-and forced her down again.
Over and over.
Each time, Yvette gasped for air, her lungs burning.
It felt as if death itself was reaching out for her.
Emily continued until she was satisfied.
Louis watched with a grin.
"Hah... cough... cough..." Yvette collapsed, coughing violently. Her clothes were soaked, her eyes red, her breathing ragged.
"Remember this. Don't you dare do that to my children again," Emily warned coldly before walking away.
Louis lingered for a moment, flicking her forehead.
"Stupid orphan," he muttered before leaving.
-----
A small, dark room.
No-
It wasn't even a room.
It was more like a storage space filled with unused furniture.
Rats and cockroaches scurried about freely.
This... was Yvette's room.
She stood before a cracked mirror.
Her reflection was pitiful.
Her clothes were torn and soaked.
Her hair uneven, half-shaved like a boy's.
Her arms covered in scars.
"I have to leave this place."
Her voice was quiet-
But her resolve was absolute.
To be continued...
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My Adoptive Brother's Obsession: He Only Wanted ame After Losing Me of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
8.3
Angel was slammed onto the freezing stone slabs of the central square, surrounded by the deafening, mocking laughter of her clan.
Her own sister, Jasmine, stood over her with a look of pure malice, loudly and falsely accusing Angel of sneaking into the Chief's tent to seduce him.
Then, Al Stein, the man who had sworn to be her mate, stepped out of the crowd with a twisted face of disgust.
"You're a genetic reject. You can't give me children. You're useless."
He threw their bone mate ring hard at her face, cutting her cheek, as the crowd roared for her blood.
Without a trial, the High Oracle stripped her of her citizenship and sentenced her to eternal exile in the deadly wasteland.
To make her punishment a complete joke, the guards dragged out a comatose, dying outcast named Kain, slicing Angel's finger to force a mate bond between the two defects.
They were tossed out into the raging blizzard like discarded corpses, the heavy steel gates slamming shut behind them, cutting off all light and warmth.
Angel crawled through the snow, her vision blurring from extreme starvation and the biting wind, suffocating under the weight of their lies.
Why did her own blood frame her? Why did her mate throw her away to die in the ice?
Just as the freezing shadow of death wrapped around her, a sharp, mechanical voice exploded in her mind.
[Genetic Evolution Codex activated. Host Status: Legendary Kitsune Prime.]
The despair evaporated from her chest, replaced by a burning vow to survive and make every single one of them pay.
8.2
When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit.
My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy.
I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me.
Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black.
When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice.
Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband.
The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite.
"You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this."
I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.
