Dream Girl Over Sister

The day I returned home, the rain was pouring. My brother, Mitchell Bishop, didn't come to pick me up."Maggie's not feeling well. You'll have to get home yourself."His voice over the phone was cold and detached, devoid of any warmth.I quietly packed my things and set out for home.It had only been a year since I was sent away to boarding schooll, yet somehow, I had forgotten how to get back.The day Mitchell drove me to that place, the journey felt so short—so short, I didn't have time to explain to him that I didn't push Maggie Andrews down the stairs.So short, I couldn't calm Mitchell's fury before he shoved me into that dark, suffocating prison.But now, after walking in the rain for what felt like forever, soaked to the bone, I still couldn't find my way home.Maybe, I no longer had a home.Our parents had passed away when we were young, leaving Mitchell and me to rely on each other.But now, Mitchell had chosen Maggie over me.For more than a year, he didn't visit m

"The hospital kept demanding payment, but I couldn't reach anyone.""What?" Mitchell frowned, but before he could say more, Maggie walked over. "Nora, come inside. Are you feeling better? Do you need money for the payment? Let me transfer it to you." "I'll handle it," Mitchell said, sending me a transfer of 15 thousand dollars. "Is that enough?" -I nodded, ready to head out and redeem my necklace. "Where are you going now?" "My necklace. I pawned it at the hospital." Before I could leave, Maggie stopped me. "It looks like it's going to rain. You just got out of the hospital, so you shouldn't run around. Let the driver handle it." I didn't want to agree, but Mitchell's stare made it clear—if I refused Maggie's suggestion, he'd be furious. The driver was gone for a long time but came back empty-handed. The nurse said the necklace was missing. I immediately rushed over to the hospital."How could it be gone? How could it just disappear? It's only been t

"I found the surveillance footage outside your villa. It shows the necklace being thrown out of the window. I've sent someone to search the area, but it's been days. I don't know if we'll ever find it."Mitchell's expression cracked, barely holding together his composure. "I understand. There's one more thing. It's been a while, but I need you to look into it for me." His voice was calm, but the rest of him betrayed the storm raging inside. Mitchell slumped to the floor, overwhelmed, his mind struggling to process the news. I wondered if he would finally realize that in those last moments before I jumped, all I wanted was to hear him say, "I believe you." But he never did. That silence was the final straw that broke me. -Mitchell began sifting through the remnants of my life—everything I left behind. He lingered on the small stuffed bear, its fur worn and faded. When he found the folded notes I'd hidden inside it, his walls finally crumbled.[Mitchell, I want to go home! I

When I returned home, there was no sign Maggie had ever lived there. Everything had been meticulously cleaned and restored, leaving the house exactly as I remembered it. As I walked toward the attic, Mitchell grabbed my arm. "This is your room, Nora," he said softly. "I won't let you suffer anymore." Clutching my small bundle of belongings, I shook my head. "Anywhere is fine. It doesn't matter. Once I'm better, I'll get a job and move out." His expression darkened. "Why would you want to move out? This is your home." "No, it's not," I replied, my voice steady. "This is your home. I want a place where I don't have to worry about being thrown out. I don't want to be sent away to that scary place again." Mitchell's eyes reddened as he groveled before me. "Nora, I swear—nothing like that will ever happen again. I promise." -To reassure me, Mitchell took me to a notary and transferred the house into my name. Every asset he owned, he gave to me. He stared at the scar