The Yandere Sister My Guardian And Tormentor

In my past life, my twin brother and I were adopted together.

He chose the wealthy couple with a single daughter, while I went with a childless pair.

Ten years later, I became a world-renowned film director. He, however, was left physically disabled after being tormented by his Yandere Gwen.

Feeling sorry for him, I took him in. But he repaid me by setting the villa on fire while I slept.

Before I died, he cursed me venomously. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault I became a cripple! The Chambers were supposed to choose me! The fame and fortune should have been mine!"

Now, we've been reborn on the day of the adoption.

Remembering the living hell of my past life, I stepped forward without hesitation.

"I want to go with this beautiful Gwen."

"Mommy, Daddy, I want to be your son! I promise I'll take good care of you when I grow up!"

Kyle immediately clung to the Chamber couple, putting on an act of childish innocence.

He hid it well, but the glee in his eyes didn't escape me.

I knew he had also been reborn.

But did he really think the Chambers were the good ones?

Hah

The Chambers exchanged a meaningful glance and began whispering.

"Both boys are ten, and they look almost identical..."

Kyle quickly looked up, eyes shining with hope. "Mr. Chamber, Mrs. Champer, I'll repay your kindness for the rest of my life!"

Seeing his desperation, I almost laughed. He'd be crying soon enough.

In the past life, he was the one who chose the Graysons.

But who could have guessed that beneath Gwen Gray's perfect mask lay a twisted mind?

With her father constantly away, Kyle became her outlet.

He ended up disfigured and permanently crippled.

Meanwhile, under the Chambers' guidance, I became a rising star in the arts, eventually making it as a top-tier director.

But that was just the surface. In reality, my suffering ran deeper than his.

That's why I understood his pain of being dependent. Pitifully, in my past life, I defied immense pressure to bring him to live with me, intending to care for him, only to be repaid with betrayal.

Fine. Let him get a real taste of the hell I once endured.

Just as the Chambers hesitated over whom to choose, I suddenly pulled out a faded photograph. Tears welled in my eyes.

"Mommy... Daddy... I miss you so much..." My voice choked. "No one can ever replace you in my heart..."

Mrs. Chambers frowned, whispering to her husband, "This one seems too attached to his past. He might never truly be ours. Let's take the other one."

Kyle kowtowed ecstatically. "Mommy! Daddy! I'll be a good son, I promise!"

Just then, Mrs. Henderson, the orphanage director, arrived with Mr. Gray.

Mr. Gray saw me clutching the photo and crying, and a look of approval flashed in his eyes.

"Leo, congratulations on your wonderful new family," Kyle said meaningfully. "Miss Gwen will surely 'take good care' of you."

Gwen Gray watched me coldly, her eyes gleaming with excitement and... cruelty, like she was looking at an insignificant insect.

Kyle turned away with the Chambers, and a cold smile touched my lips.

In our past life, to outsiders, our lives couldn't have been more different.

Kyle believed it too, blaming all his misfortune on me.

He ended up burning me alive, never knowing that compared to me, he was the lucky one.

In the car, I stole glances at Gwen beside me.

She sensed my gaze and spoke coldly, "What are you looking at?"

Her delicate face held a gloominess that didn't suit her age.

My heart skipped a beat, but I forced a sweet smile. "You're so pretty. Can I really be your brother?"

Gwen turned her head, a flicker of interest in her eyes. "Are you sure you want to be my brother?"

Like hell I want to!

I'm ten years old. Do I have a choice?

If I could, I wouldn't choose either family.

"You're the best! Finally, someone will love me!" I beamed, then deliberately lowered my head, fiddling with my shabby clothes. "But... will you dislike me? At the orphanage, nobody liked me..."

A flicker of emotion crossed Gwen's face. "Don't worry," she said, her tone uncharacteristically gentle. "I won't dislike you."

I threw my arms around her. "Really? You like me!"

Her body instantly stiffened. She shoved me away, her eyes sharp again. "Who said you could touch me? Never touch me without my permission."

Definitely a volatile Yandere.

Mr. Gray chuckled from the front seat, reminding Gwen to get along with me.

I knew the truth: this household consisted only of Gwen and me.

Mr. Gray was always away. My only support was this Yandere Gwen.

Arriving at the Gray mansion, the butler placed my room next to Gwen's.

And so began my campaign of gentle affection towards my Yandere Gwen.

The next day, heading to school, I clung to her arm, sobbing. "Gwen, I don't want to be apart from you... I'm scared alone..."

Seeing my tear-streaked face, Gwen couldn't bring herself to shake me off.

From then on, I became her constant shadow.

"Gwen" was always on my lips, my eyes full of adoration.

When sick, I insisted she feed me medicine. When stuck on homework, I pestered her for help, demanding a hug when I got it right.

I stuck to her like glue every day. Gradually, she grew accustomed to my dependence.

Even the old butler remarked, "I've never seen the young mistress care for anyone like this. You're truly blessed, young master."

Hearing that, I knew the time was ripe.

One night, during a thunderstorm, I slipped into Gwen's room.

She emerged from the bathroom, her face instantly darkening.

"What are you doing in here? Who said you could enter my room?"

"Gwen, I had a nightmare... I'm so scared. Can I sleep with you?" I burst into tears before she could get angry.

Gwen's expression was complex, a mix of anger and helplessness.

Seeing the danger, I quickly got up. "Sorry, Gwen... Mommy always stayed with me during thunderstorms... I miss her so much..."

A flicker of softness crossed her eyes. As I turned to leave, she yanked me back. "Fine. Sleep. But don't move around."

That night, I lay beside her, feeling the gentle touch of her hand stroking my back.

She wasn't born twisted.

Her mother died young, her father was perpetually absent. She craved love but feared being hurt.

Kyle, that idiot, only cared about the inheritance and even tried to hurt her, which fully unleashed her dark side.

I was different. I wanted to melt her icy shell with genuine love.

It seemed I was succeeding.

In the process, I even developed a deep attachment to her.

"Gwen, when I grow up, I'll protect you," I whispered.

Gwen's hand paused. She chuckled softly. "Alright then. Grow up fast."

Time flew. Gwen was now in college, and I was nearing eighteen.

I saw Kyle again at my coming-of-age party.

He stood behind the Chambers, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, looking as handsome as any celebrity.

But the light in his eyes was gone. He radiated an inescapable weariness.

Seeing me in simple casual clothes, he forced himself to walk over, chin slightly raised.

"Look at you, so shabby. It seems that madwoman Gwen has made your life miserable."

Before the words faded, Gwen's icy voice came from behind. "Who did you call a madwoman?"

Kyle froze in terror.

The trauma of his past life made him instinctively terrified of Gwen. His voice trembled. "S-sorry... I misspoke."

Gwen ignored him, turning to drape a hand-knitted cashmere shawl over my shoulders, her eyes glistening. "Happy birthday, Leo. I made this myself."

"You're going abroad soon. Call me if you miss me. I can visit anytime." She hugged me tightly. "If you don't like the dorms, I'll buy you an apartment near campus, and hire a chef..."

I gently refused. "Gwen, I want a normal college life. Don't worry, I'll take care of myself."

Gwen smiled through her tears and nodded, going to greet other guests.

Kyle finally snapped out of it, grabbing my arm excitedly. "How could she... How could she be so nice to you?"

I smiled faintly. "She's my sister. Isn't it normal for her to be good to me? Aren't Mr. and Mrs. Chambers good to you?"

That seemed to hit a nerve.

He grabbed his hair, sinking to his knees in collapse. "Why... How is this possible..."

Suddenly, the Chambers called out, "Kyle! Director Monroe is here! Come quickly!"

Kyle shuddered, casting me a pleading look.

I sighed and spoke up. "Uncle, Auntie, I haven't seen my brother in so long. Could we have more time to talk?"

The Chambers, mindful of the Graysons' status, reluctantly agreed. But Mrs. Chambers pinched Kyle viciously. "Don't keep Director Monroe waiting too long, or... you know the consequences!"

Once they were gone, Kyle slumped into a chair.

I looked at him, amused. "What? Life not treating you well?"

He lunged at me, tearing at my clothes. "You're faking it! Gwen couldn't possibly be nice to you! You must be covered in bruises, right?!"

Seeing his frenzy, I knew he'd tasted the Chambers' "superior upbringing."

In my past life, the Chambers tortured me nearly to death.

Study, study, study. Endless studying.

Piano, calligraphy, painting, equestrian, taekwondo...

Tutors lined up one after another.

Apart from eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom, I had maybe thirty minutes of rest a day.

The worst part? They saw this torment as a privilege.

They kept meticulous accounts, waiting for the day I'd repay them double.

In my past life, on my eighteenth birthday night, they pushed my lifelong agony to its peak.

That night, I was forced to... "entertain" three "sponsors" in their fifties.

It was a living hell.

An indescribable humiliation..

Kyle, of course, knew nothing of this.

Now, watching him frantically pull at my clothes, I knew he'd only experienced the tip of the iceberg.

"Why?! Why isn't Gwen abusing you? You should be covered in wounds!"

He screamed, losing control. "Everyone says the Graysons treat you badly! How could you possibly be better off than me?!"

His agitation aggravated an injury on his arm, making him gasp in pain.

I watched him coldly.

"What? Are you saying my past life was good? Or that this life isn't treating you well?"

Kyle suddenly stopped crying, shock spreading across his face. "You... you were reborn too?"