Chapter 1Fake It 'Til You Break It

My sister took a picture of herself sitting on the hood of my Porsche.

She posted it with the caption: "23 years old, driving a Porsche, but I still don't feel happy."

This humble-brag post went viral, and she was flooded with DMs from suitors.

One day, she showed off a million-dollar Birkin bag, a gift from one of her new admirers.

"Sis, I hinted that I wanted a million-dollar car, but he sent me a million-dollar bag instead. Men are so clueless, right?"

I offered a gentle reminder:

"Is it possible the dealership just doesn't sell fake cars?"

She immediately blasted me on social media, claiming I was just a jealous older sister.

Her army of male fans cyberbullied me until I had no choice but to delete my accounts.

She accepted the "rich heir's" proposal and flaunted hands full of gold jewelry, smirking at the camera:

"Wait, you guys haven't received gold from your boyfriends yet? Really? Just me?"

But the internet sleuths were quick. They exposed her gold as fake.

By then, she had already stolen my ID to marry the guy and was pregnant. There was no turning back.

Our parents were scammed out of their retirement savings by this "perfect son-in-law" and tragically ended their lives.

My sister blamed everything on me. In a rage, she pushed me off a 28-story building.

"If you hadn't lent me the Porsche for that photo, I never would have met that scammer! Mom and Dad would still be alive!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she took that photo.

The day her fake life began.

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"When will it be my turn to drive a Porsche at 23? I'm gonna fight you rich kids!"

I blinked, staring blankly at the viral repost on my feed.

My sister, Bella, was posing on the hood of my Porsche, duck lips and all. The comments were filled with envy, and the likes had already hit 100k.

Top comment: "Wow, whose princess is this with the humble brag?"

Bella replied: "No~ I'm just from a normal family. Can't seem to find a guy who wants to spoil me~"

In my past life, I discovered she was using my car for clout and advised her to be careful about flashing wealth online.

Bella scoffed, calling me a busybody.

"Sis, you don't get it. This is content creation. It's just a persona." "You aren't gonna be petty and expose me, are you?"

Thinking I couldn't protect her forever, I let her have her fun, simply warning her to stay safe.

Bella brushed me off, too busy filming her next TikTok. "Got it! You're so annoying!"

A few days later, a gift box appeared at my apartment door.

Before I could check the label, Bella rushed out and snatched it.

"Don't touch! That's a gift from my admirer!"

I realized then she had leaked my address during her livestream to get gifts.

Ignoring the safety risk, Bella tore open the packaging, revealing a limited edition Louis Vuitton bag. A million-dollar bag.

She posed in front of the mirror, admiring herself.

Catching me staring, she feigned a sigh. "Sis, I hinted for a car, but he sent a bag. Men are so dense."

I looked at the bag.

"Is it possible," I said slowly, "that dealerships just don't sell fake cars?"

Bella froze. She dropped the bag and glared at me.

"What's that supposed to mean? You're just a jealous old maid because no one sends you gifts! Have you ever even seen luxury goods? Who are you to call it fake!"

Seeing she wouldn't listen, I stayed silent.

Bella huffed and stormed off, a flash of malice in her eyes.

The next day, I was trending for all the wrong reasons.

Bella posted a crying video, claiming I was jealous of her "blessed life" and her "doting boyfriend."

"Sob... I don't know why my sister would say that. I just wanted to share my happiness."

She accused me of calling the bag fake to sabotage her relationship. Because I wanted to steal her man!

I was branded a jealous shrew and a homewrecker. Her fans harassed me in real life until I publicly apologized and deleted my accounts.

Bella won. And her victory led to our destruction.

This time, I wouldn't be so stupid.

Back in the present, Bella was still preening with the bag.

I smiled faintly. "It's nice."

Bella smirked. "Of course it is. You wouldn't dare touch a brand like this. Once I marry into money, I'll have a closet full of these!"

"Jealous? Too bad you're just an unwanted spinster!"

She hugged the bag and skipped back to her room, humming.