Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold-Out Sister: My Brother Died for Me: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

When my parents, Isaac Sullivan and Diana Wells, returned, I, Phoebe Sullivan, was crouching next to the trash, digging for something to eat. I was incredibly weak and skinny from years of constant starvation. I reached up and brushed away the hair that was blocking my view, revealing the face I had kept hidden beneath my unkempt bangs. The moment they laid eyes on me, Mom and Dad froze. I knew that I had reminded them of my older brother, Asher Sullivan. After all, my features bore a striking resemblance to his.When I was eight, I bugged Asher until he agreed to take me out for bubble tea. He had always spoiled me rotten. Hence, we left home in high spirits, discussing what flavors we wanted to drink in a moment. As we reached an intersection, a van suddenly sped toward us. The very next second, two men jumped out, grabbed me, and tried to stuff me into the vehicle. Asher refused to let go of me, and he fought back with everything he had. To save me, 13-year-old Asher took on

Archer was trashing the very thing Asher had dreamed of owning but never could. My grip tightened around the rag until my knuckles turned white. I silently lowered my head, forcing myself to endure it. "Isn't this the jinx who killed the eldest son of the Sullivan family?" one of the scions behind Archer scoffed, gazing at me. "I can't believe the Sullivans are still keeping her around." Of course Mom and Dad had to keep me around. If they kicked me out of the house, who else would they have left to torment? How else could they make me atone for Asher's death?"Are you deaf? Can't you hear me?" Archer abruptly brought his foot down onto the back of my hand, the heel of his expensive sneaker grinding mercilessly into my knuckles. An excruciating pain shot through every single cell in my body, and I could even hear the sound of my knuckle bones fracturing. "You're not my brother. What gives you the right to wear the shoes he never got to wear before he died? You don't even share t

I was well aware that Mom and Dad weren't looking at me; they were looking at an enemy who had killed Asher and was now attempting to steal from them. Mom and Dad only needed a reason to vent their anger. Neither of them cared if Archer was telling the truth, nor did they give a damn if I was being framed. But I cared. Asher's death was indeed my fault. Mom and Dad could beat me and curse at me, and I'd take it, but they absolutely couldn't slander me. "It wasn't me! I didn't do it! It was Archer—"My attempt to defend myself only seemed to fan the flames of Dad's fury. He grabbed a wooden club and swung it at me. "Ash died saving you, yet you're stealing from your own family? We don't raise thieves in this house!" The moment Asher was mentioned, tears cascaded down my face. "I didn't do it! If Asher were still here, he would believe me!" God, what I'd give to have Asher back. If he were still here, I would undoubtedly be the happiest person on earth. He would take me out for

When I came to, the first thing I saw was Asher's weary face. His eyes were heavily bloodshot, brimming with concern for me. "You're awake, Pheebs! How are you feeling? Does it hurt?" Looking into his eyes, everything from the past felt like a bad dream. It felt as though none of those horrible things had ever happened—Asher hadn't died saving me, Mom and Dad hadn't adopted Archer, and the four of us were still a happy family. Noticing that I was still zoning out, Asher started panicking again. "Are you still in pain, Pheebs? I'll get the doctor for you!" With that, he spun on his heel to run out of the ward.Reality finally crashed over me. This wasn't a dream; Asher was really back. "Don't go, Asher! Don't leave me!"After hearing my cry, he turned right back around. I hastily threw my arms around him, pouring my heart out about how much I'd missed him. Asher, too, held me tightly. He still didn't know the whole story, but he knew with absolute certainty that his younger si

Dad couldn't take it anymore. He was so angry that he shook like a leaf, his chest heaving as he kicked Archer right in the stomach. "Shut the hell up!"However, beneath his furious outburst, a stark, unmistakable terror painted his face. He was afraid Asher would find out the truth and be disappointed in them.Doubled over in pain, Archer clutched his abdomen and sank to his knees on the floor. Yet, the madness in his eyes only intensified. "You're actually afraid. What's the point of being scared now? Both of you let me get away with everything I did back then. Her injuries were inflicted by your own hands!"Mom had dissolved into tears. Covering her mouth, she shook her head frantically as she looked at Asher, as if denying it could rewrite history and undo the horrors they had inflicted upon me. Asher lunged forward and slapped Archer across the face. His hands balled into fists. "I'll make all of you pay for this!" He helped me up from the couch, where I had been watching t