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Foolish, Foolish Older Sister

Penulis: Ms. Anonymous
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-08 23:24:00

EMILIA

The rage comes in waves — sharp, hot, impossible to swallow. Diana doesn’t even flinch. She sips her water like we’re talking about the weather, eyes locked on me like she’s measuring the exact second I’ll snap.

And suddenly, I’m not here anymore. I’m thirteen again, watching a younger Diana scream because the housekeeper trampled her strawberry garden. She’d nearly burned the woman with a curling iron. She didn’t cry, didn’t throw a tantrum. Just calmly cornered her and flipped the switch.

Mum and Dad sent her to therapy. She came back quieter. Smarter. But she never stopped believing she was right.

“Bad actions should have bad consequences,” she used to say, like it was simple maths. “Good actions should have good ones. That’s fair.”

She was never cruel for no reason. That’s what made her dangerous.

“It must be the curse of brilliance,” Luther used to joke. “Her brain works too fast to make room for empathy.”

He didn’t know how right he was.

I take a breath. Then another. “So
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LonePrincess
Mmm the sister is really a psychopath… but she may teach some important things to Emilia… at least she didn’t sugarcoated the fact that Emilia needs to stop being naive
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Ms. M.
The Vanderbilt drama is beyond my romance-novel-reader brain. Wut?
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sokica
And keep dia alive
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