Wren quickly pulled Daniella into his arms, giving me a fierce glare. "Get lost! Don’t ever show your face around Daniella again."

I glanced at Daniella, who looked so helpless, and couldn’t help but smirk. It was true, I had arranged for someone to teach her a lesson, but only after discovering she’d tormented a girl to the brink of despair. That lesson had curbed her behavior quite a bit.

But now, with her distorted version of the truth, I was the one labeled as the bully.

"No need, Jeremiah. If I marry you, I’ll have to spend more time with your little sister," Daniella smiled at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I believe your sister has turned a new leaf and won’t bully people recklessly anymore."

Wren, still holding her, said to me coldly, "I'll give you a chance to make amends. Say good things about Daniella to Mom and Dad at Thanksgiving, and I might consider forgiving you."

"Fine," I replied softly. In this life, I just want my loving parents to be happy. As for Wren, if he’s blind enough to love this manipulative person, then so be it. In this lifetime, no one will stand in their way.

"Jeremiah, you were too rough last night. My back is still aching!" Daniella pouted playfully at Wren, adjusting her clothes to deliberately reveal suggestive marks on her skin. "Isn’t Laylani pretty skilled at giving massages?"

Wren immediately ordered, "Did you hear Daniella? Why are you just standing there?"

I looked at him, feeling wounded. I had learned how to give massages just for him. He used to be possessive and insisted that I should only massage him. Now he’s telling me to give a massage to Daniella right after they’ve been intimate!

Seeing I wasn’t moving, he gave me a harsh glare and roughly pushed me towards Daniella. "What are you waiting for?"

"Fine, I'll do it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I mechanically gave Daniella a massage. Seeing the red marks on her skin made it hard for me to breathe.

After the massage, Daniella said smugly to me, "Laylani, this villa is going to be Jeremiah's and my marital home, but I noticed there are still a lot of your things here. You should find a time to move them out. Otherwise, if people find out, they might start gossiping that you’re some kind of weirdo who’s in love with her brother."

Wren nodded in agreement, "Hurry up and get your stuff out of here. It makes me sick just looking at it."

I clenched my fingers tightly in my sleeves, nodding slightly. "I’ll call the moving service right now."

The movers arrived quickly and started packing under my instructions. The dining table Wren and I had picked together, the decorations I had personally chosen... one by one, they were moved out, and eventually, everything was tossed into the dumpster outside the villa.

With them went the last trace of love I had for Wren.

The next day, my mother called me in tears, saying my foster brother had upset my dad so much that he had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. I was so shocked that my phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor as I dashed out the door to the hospital.

Fortunately, Dad received timely medical attention and was out of danger. As soon as I entered the hospital room, I saw my father angrily grabbing something beside him and hurling it at my foster brother.

"Get out! If you want to marry this woman, then leave this house."

"Dad, Wren and I truly love each other. I know you have reservations about me, but please give me a chance; I will prove myself," Daniella Kelly pleaded with an earnest look.

Wren held her protectively, his eyes cold and fixed on my dad. "I am going to marry her, no matter what," he declared, his tone defiant. "Old man, you're getting on in years. Stop trying to control us, or you might find yourself without anyone to care for you in the future."

Dad's face turned pale with anger, and he yelled, "You're ungrateful! Get out!"

My mother, equally furious, picked up a broom, ready to chase the two out of the house. I caught Wren's eyes as he turned to leave, my face impassive.

"Dad has taken care of you for over twenty years; how could you do this to him?" I asked.

"Taken care of me for over twenty years? Are you sure it wasn't because there was something in it for him?" Wren replied cryptically before leaving.

His words left me puzzled; what did he mean? But there was no time to ponder as I rushed to comfort my dad by his bedside.

"Dad, Wren is an adult now. If he has feelings for Daniella, let's just let him make his own choices," I suggested.

"Let's not concern ourselves with him," I added.

Mom was nearby, shedding tears. "We worked so hard to raise him, and he turned out to be so ungrateful," she lamented.

Dad heaved a sigh. "Let him go; I've done my duty by raising him."

Seeing their reluctant acceptance of Wren's decision to marry Daniella came as a relief. This time, without obstacles, my parents shouldn't have to worry, right?

When I returned home, the moment I stepped inside, someone pushed me against the wall, startling me. I looked up to see Wren glaring down at me, his expression thunderous.

Before I could explain that my parents had agreed to his marriage with Daniella, he suddenly flung a piece of clothing at my face, his voice seething with anger. "Laylani, are you really this shameless? Stuffing lingerie into my clothes?"

"I told you I don't have feelings for you anymore," he sneered. "Do you have to resort to such cheap tricks to get my attention?"

"Falling for your own brother—don't you find that twisted?"

His words cut deeply, and tears spilled from my eyes. Clenching the lingerie in my fist, I shouted back, "I didn't do it; it was a mistake by the housekeeper!"

Wren's gaze grew even colder. "Do you think I'd believe that? Don't show your face around me again; you disgust me!"

"Believe what you want; it's true, I've stopped liking you," I retorted, meeting his glare with a steely one of my own before turning and leaving the house.