My Adoptive Brother's Obsession: He Only Wanted ame After Losing Me

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.

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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,