Summary
My stepbrother thought I had a nasty mouth.
So he threw me into an elite academy to teach me a lesson.
The real heiress had a father who didn’t care and a mother who didn’t love her.
She was prickly, twisted up inside, and covered in thorns.
Me: “Then you’ve got it made.”
“You don’t have to support them in old age.”
“You picked up two free ATMs.”
The Crown Prince was being provoked by an illegitimate son, and his temper grew darker and more volatile by the day.
Me: “You’ve got it made too.”
“You were born the wolf king standing at the very top.”
“One casual move from you, and that bastard son is yours to dispose of however you like.”
……
After one semester, my stepbrother couldn’t wait to ask the butler:
“Is she crying and begging to come home yet?”
The butler nodded.
“More or less.”
“Miss’s classmates are all crying and begging to invite her over.”
“Miss is currently struggling to decide whose home she should go to and enjoy herself at.”
My stepbrother: ???