I’ve been dead for five years.

All that time, my soul has trailed after my sister, Christine.

Today, she came home.

Elegantly, she held the arm of the man beside her—her current boyfriend, the man she’s about to marry.

I drifted behind them, watching Christine’s smile as a sharp ache twisted inside me.

Five years ago, I stole her fiancé.

And I, Audrey, became the most shameless woman in all the capital.

Even in death, that reputation clings to me—a stain I can’t scrub clean.

Now my bones are likely buried in some forgotten wilderness.

And my dear sister has already found new happiness.

I watched her, a cold smirk curling at the corner of my lips.

Little sister, have you really… forgotten?

***

The Jiang Family is old capital money—a dynasty bound by strict rules and obsessed with reputation.

And I, Audrey, am their greatest shame.

The daughter born to my father John’s mistress.

My mother, Amy, was a woman with little education and extraordinary beauty. The day she carried me to the gates of the Audrey mansion, Christine’s mother—the true Mrs Audrey—was so enraged she suffered a heart attack on the spot and died not long after.

So I’ve known since childhood that I am a sinner.

The Jiang Family didn’t throw me out. John needed to keep up appearances.

So I became Christine’s nominal older sister—a shadow raised in the main house, kept out of the light.

Christine was the moon. I was the mud in the gutter.

She was always the “perfect child” others were measured against: learning piano, studying ballet, attending the best schools, forever the center of attention.

I, on the other hand, inherited nothing but my mother’s overly striking face. I was good for nothing.

Everyone loved Christine. Everyone despised me.

Including Christine herself.

She never spoke to me. Her gaze always held distance, wariness.

I knew she hated me—hated how my mother and I destroyed her family.

Yet I was also the only person in the entire Jiang Family who dared to get close to her.

Because we were the same: both pitiful pawns our father saw as trophies and tools.

The way John looked at us held no affection—only appraisal.

***

The welcome banquet for Christine’s return was extravagantly grand.

Matthew rented out the entire top-floor restaurant. Guests mingled, glasses clinking.

I drifted in a corner, watching Christine in her silver evening gown—a flawless sculpture accepting everyone’s praise.

“Christine grows more impressive by the day. That poise—no wonder she’s an internationally-awarded pianist.”

“Mr Matthew is truly devoted to her. Just look at his eyes, practically glued to her.”

“It’s just a shame about that incident five years ago… Tsk. I heard that sister of hers, Audrey, was driven out long ago. Who knows where she’s slumming it now.”

The whispers weren’t loud, but they pierced my ears like needles.

Slumming it?

My spectral form trembled violently.

Yes. I was slumming it. In a dog pen in some wasteland, mixed in with a pack of strays. My bones were probably picked clean by them long ago.

Christine seemed to have heard something. Her hand, holding the wineglass, paused slightly. Her gaze flicked toward the whispers—cool as water, yet with a razor-sharp undercurrent.

Those people immediately fell silent.

Matthew moved to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Nothing,” Christine said, withdrawing her gaze and offering him a gentle smile. “I was just thinking of someone unpleasant.”

Someone unpleasant.

So that’s all I was to her.

A hollow, wrenching pain radiated from where my heart should be. I could barely maintain my form.

I hated her for this air of detached serenity. I hated how she could so easily erase the past, while I remained trapped in these memories for eternity.

The party was in full swing when an uninvited guest barged in.

Jack. Christine’s fiancé from five years ago. The man I had supposedly “stolen.”

He looked more haggard than he had five years before, but the cruelty in his eyes was sharper now, more pronounced. His gaze remained fixed on Christine—unblinking, like a venomous snake sizing up its prey.

“Christine. You’re back. Didn’t think to let me know?” His smile twisted into an ugly grimace. “Found a new sponsor already? Matthew, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

A collective gasp rippled through the room.

Matthew immediately stepped in front of Christine, his face darkening. “Mr Jack. Watch your tone. You are not welcome here.”

“I’m talking to my ex-fiancée. What’s it to you?” Jack sneered, his gaze still locked on Christine. “Christine, darling. Have you forgotten how good we were together? If it weren’t for that low-born sister of yours—”

“Enough.”

A clear, sharp voice cut him off.

It was Christine.

She stepped out from behind Matthew, her face expressionless, her eyes cold as ice.

“Jack. You and I have been over for a long time.” She enunciated each word slowly, her voice quiet yet carrying perfectly across the silent room. “And you will not insult her.”

I froze.

She… was defending me?

Jack stared, stunned, then barked out an incredulous laugh. “You’re defending *her*? Have you lost your mind, Christine? That slut stole your man! Made you the laughingstock of the entire city! And now you’re defending her?”

Christine just looked at him, her expression pure disgust—and with it, a flicker of something I’d never seen in her eyes before. Pity.

“I said get out. Now.”

Jack’s face flushed a deep, ugly purple. As the security guards dragged him away, he was still screaming, raw fury clawing at his voice. “You’ll regret this, Christine! And that bitch Audrey! I’ll make you both pay!”

A perfect evening, ruined in an instant.

While Matthew worked the room, smoothing over the awkwardness, Christine slipped away alone to the balcony. The night breeze lifted her hair. Against the backdrop of the city’s neon lights, her silhouette looked unbearably lonely.

I drifted closer. I watched as she reached into her clutch and pulled out something small and old. A worn-out charm. She clutched it tightly in her palm.

A keepsake. My mother’s keepsake.

After my mother died, Christine had snatched it right out of my hands. We’d fought viciously over it.

All these years, I’d assumed she’d thrown it away.

But she’d kept it. All this time.

Why did I go after Jack Jack?

The memories came flooding back, pulling me under into that suffocating, desperate summer.

The year I turned eighteen, Christine and Jack got engaged.

The Jack and Audrey families were well-matched in status, and Jack, as the Jack family's only son, made for a handsome enough match. To the outside world, it was perfect.

Only I knew the devil Jack truly was.

I’d seen it myself back in high school. He’d cornered a girl who confessed her feelings for him in the gym equipment room. With a basketball in hand, he hit her head—over and over. Her sobs and pleas were drowned out by his manic laughter.

"You think someone like you is worthy of liking me?" he’d sneered. "Disgusting."

That scene haunted my nightmares for years.

Christine was the moon in the sky—pure, untouchable. She had no idea of the darkness that walked the earth.

To secure the alliance, John painted Jack as a flawless prince. Christine believed every word.

She even started looking forward to the marriage.

I tried to warn her.

"Little sister, Jack isn’t a good man. Stay away from him." Blocking her bedroom doorway, I mustered every ounce of courage I had.

She just gave me a cold, dismissive look. "Audrey, what scheme are you plotting now? Can’t stand to see me happy, is that it? You think some pathetic lie will ruin my engagement?"

She didn’t believe me.

Not that I blamed her. Why would anyone trust the "mistress’s daughter"?

Helpless, I watched her walk step by step toward the abyss. My heart burned.

John was on the verge of running John's Group into the ground. He desperately needed the Jack family’s capital injection. Christine was his last lifeline. He didn’t care if Jack was man or monster.

I begged my father. I knelt before him, pleading with him to call off the engagement.

He just kicked me aside impatiently. "Get out! You have no say here! Your sister’s happiness is worth a thousand times your worthless life!"

That’s when I understood. No one could save Christine.

Except me.

If I couldn’t be the good one, I’d be the villain.

A thorough, shameless, wicked woman.

On the day of Christine’s engagement party, the hall was packed.

She wore a pristine white gown, beautiful as an angel.

I changed into my boldest red slip dress, applied heavy makeup, took a glass of red wine, and swayed over to Jack.

"Mr Jack," I raised my glass, smiling with practiced allure. "My sister is truly beautiful, isn’t she?"

Jack’s eyes locked onto me instantly.

Men like him are wired for conquest and thrill.

Christine was the sacred, untouchable ideal. I was the red rose offered up willingly, thorns and all.

He took the bait without hesitation.

I led him to an upstairs lounge.

He pinned me against the door, his breath hot, his eyes full of nothing but lust and possession.

"You little slut. I knew there was something about you. Just like your mother—born to tempt men."

Fighting down nausea, I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering breathily in his ear. "So… who makes you feel more, me or my sister?"

He tore at my dress roughly, marking my skin with one humiliating bruise after another.

"Her? She’s a porcelain doll. Wooden. Nothing compared to the fire you’ve got."

Then the door was “conveniently” pushed open.

Christine stood in the doorway, her face as white as paper.

I could almost hear her heart shattering.

She saw Jack and me, clothes disheveled, tangled together. Her expression shifted from shock to disbelief, finally hardening into a hatred so deep it chilled the bone.

"Audrey… you…"

I broke free from Jack’s hold, deliberately straightening my rumpled dress, and met her gaze with a defiant smirk. "I’m sorry, little sister. Jack says he prefers my type."

*Smack!*

A sharp, stinging slap landed squarely on my cheek.

The pain was fiery.

But I smiled.

"Get out! Get out of this house!" she screamed, hysterical, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.

That night, the Audrey household erupted into chaos.

The engagement was, of course, called off.

Jack was placed under house arrest by the Jack family. Christine bought a plane ticket the very next day and flew abroad. She didn’t return for five years.

As for me, John beat me half to death with his belt, then threw me out of the Audrey house like garbage.

I had succeeded.

In the most degrading way possible, I had destroyed her engagement and pushed her away from the devil.

The price was that she would hate me for the rest of her life.

What I didn’t know was that this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

The real hell was still waiting.