My sister thought she was the main character in a romance novel. To get the attention of a big-shot CEO, she slapped him across the face. He didn't retaliate, but she took it as playing hard to get. Then she went and ruined his engagement party. Our whole family was ready to go broke to appease his anger, but instead, she tried to sell us all off to some cartel down in Mexico. After being tortured to death, I woke up again, back on the day my sister slapped that CEO. This time, we weren't going to repeat our mistakes. 1. When I opened my eyes and saw my sister, I was completely dumbfounded. One second I was in a Mexican prison, violated until I died, and the next, I was back in this glittering banquet hall? I looked over at Mom and Dad, and I couldn’t believe they looked just as lost as I felt. Was I reborn? Was it because our deaths last time were so horrible that God gave us a second chance to make things right? Before I could think about it any further, my sister, Ashley, yanked her arm away from me, pushed through the crowd surrounding Blake Sterling, and slapped him hard across the face. Just like last time, everyone around Blake froze. The banquet hall went silent. Ashley raised an eyebrow at Blake, her voice filled with condescension, though I couldn't figure out where she got the nerve to be so superior: "Just because you've got a few bucks doesn't mean you can look down on people. Who do you think you are?" That was Blake Sterling, one of the most powerful guys in the city! He could crush you like an ant with one hand, so how did she get the nerve? Last time, my sister slapped Blake like this, but Blake was generous and didn't hold it against her. My sister, however, thought it was all part of his plan to win her over, and after that, she started harassing him constantly. Eventually, Blake had her thrown down to Mexico, and Mom and Dad spent every dime they had to get her out. But… I couldn't bear to think about it. I grabbed Mom and Dad and quickly steered them toward the corner of the banquet hall. This time, she could deal with the consequences of her own actions. 2. Blake frowned, and as the woman next to him gasped, he raised a handkerchief to wipe his cheek. You could tell Blake was disgusted. Ashley bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes: "Blake Sterling! You have no manners! Just because you've got some money doesn’t give you the right to look at people like that!" Blake scoffed: "Well, Miss, it seems to me like you're the one lacking manners. People with good manners don't just walk up to a man they don't know and slap him." Ashley looked a little taken aback: "You don't recognize me?" Blake looked her up and down: "Miss, should I?" Ashley's face flushed red. Ashley grit her teeth: "Last week at the Town Square, didn't you look at me? Why would you look at me if you didn't recognize me?" Even I thought that was ridiculous. People around us started snickering. Blake took a step back, but even with her interrogation, he remained composed: "If my gaze offended you, then I apologize. But last week, I was at the Town Square with my fiancée. I believe I was looking for her, not intentionally focusing on you." Mom and Dad and I were amazed by the Sterling family’s upbringing. To be able to answer such an absurd question so calmly, and to apologize to a complete stranger in front of everyone. Not just anyone could do that. I thought it was all cleared up, but Ashley suddenly spoke: "Your fiancée is here today too?" Blake smiled, twirling the ring on his finger. His face was warm and gentle, not cold and stern: "Of course." Ashley nodded as if she had finally figured something out. She looked at Blake with pain and determination: "So your fiancée is here today, so you don't want to tell me the truth. That's fine. We'll be running into each other a lot in the future. I'm going to save you from this business arrangement of a marriage!" With that, she wiped her eyes and walked out of the banquet hall, leaving behind a crowd of speechless guests. Dad stared at Mom with a constipated expression: "…You don't think we had a dumb kid, do you?" Mom glared at him: "Shut up. You think it would be good for you to have a dumb kid?" 2. Just like Ashley said, her harassment didn't stop there. I was sorting through gym equipment at school when I got a call from the police. When I got to the station, Ashley was arguing with Blake, her face red. Blake: "I really don't know her! My fiancée and I were going to go out on a date today, but we parked on the street and were only gone for half an hour, and then this woman smashed my car and started calling my fiancée a… a b*tch." I could see the anger in Blake's eyes. His fiancée wasn't here with him, probably because Ashley drove her away. Ashley yelled: "Your fiancée is already gone, and you're still telling the cops you don't know me? Is our relationship so embarrassing you can’t admit it?" The police officer beside them looked like he was enjoying the show. Ashley looked up, and a single tear rolled down her cheek, making everyone feel sorry for her. Blake took a deep breath to calm down, and as all the cops gave him the “jerk” look, he said: "First, I don't know what relationship you're talking about. Second, you insulted my fiancée in front of her face and smashed my car. You ruined our date. Aren't you going to apologize?" Ashley stuck to the principle of "I'm wrong, but I'm right": "So what? I know that you and your fiancée are just in a business arrangement. Since your fiancée isn't here, you don't have to defend her." Blake almost laughed. He held up a hand to stop Ashley from continuing: "First, it's true that my fiancée and I are in a business arrangement, but it's also true that we're childhood sweethearts. I was the one who asked her to marry me." As Ashley looked at him in disbelief, Blake continued: "Second, you keep mentioning the relationship between us. Do you mean the relationship where you slapped me for no reason or the one where you smashed my car in front of everyone?" The cops’ expressions changed. Ashley’s eyes filled with tears, and she looked at me for help: "Sis, can you say something to help me out?" Now she wanted to use me as a shield. As Blake glared at me, I looked right at Ashley’s pretty face and said slowly: "What do you want me to say?" 3. Ashley paused. She was always the frail one in our family, so she was always spoiled. We would always do whatever she wanted. But today, my attitude was so strange that it made her uncomfortable. She pointed at me: "You can't think for yourself? Ashley, are you deaf?" I scoffed and stepped forward, swatting away her finger and slapping her across the face. Ashley was completely stunned. As the police tried to stop me, I grit my teeth: "Do you really think you're a romance novel heroine, and everyone in the world loves you? Just because Blake looked at you once, you think he likes you, and you even slapped him in the banquet hall to get his attention… Ashley, do you even have a brain?" Ashley was exposed, and with half her face swollen, she yelled at me: "What are you talking about, you little b*tch! What do you mean, 'I think'? It's obvious that Blake is playing hard to get! That's how it always is in novels!" Even if I didn't understand the twists and turns in romance novels, I knew what manners were. I ignored her. I listened to her threaten to tell Mom and Dad that I was bullying her, and then I turned to Blake: "I'm sorry, Mr. Sterling. My sister caused you trouble." I bowed deeply to him. Blake’s expression softened a little. I thought quickly, and I was reminded of my life in Mexico being brutalized. When I looked up, my eyes were filled with determination: "Mr. Sterling, since my sister smashed your car, I hope she can pay for her actions. Mom and Dad and I won't pay a dime. I hope she realizes what she did wrong." Blake thought for a moment and then nodded: "I can see that your family isn't well-off. My lawyer will be here soon to discuss payment. I need to go." With that, his secretary followed him with bags in tow. Ashley, however, was frozen in place, having heard what I said. She always thought that she was a romance novel heroine. Keeping to the innocent characteristics of the female lead in those novels, she was still a moocher at 23. To get her to pay for a Maybach without relying on her parents would be harder than climbing Mount Everest. My family wasn't rich, but we were well off, and we could afford to pay. But did she really think I was going to give her a cent? No way! I glared at Ashley and walked out of the police station. The police held back the hysterical Ashley, and I called Mom and Dad in the chaos: "Mom and Dad, I need to talk to you…" 4. As expected, Ashley cried when she got home. Young and in debt $200,000. What a bright future. Before Mom and Dad could even ask her what happened, she pointed at me and started blaming me: "Mom! Sis teamed up with outsiders to bully me! She embarrassed me in front of everyone and now I'm $200,000 in debt!" Mom was on the couch watching a soap opera. When she heard this, she put down the remote and looked at Ashley, who was crying: "Aren't you annoying? You're saying your sister embarrassed you in front of other people, but if you hadn't smashed Mr. Sterling's car and refused to apologize, would your sister have embarrassed you?" I sat nearby, looking at my lesson plans. We spoiled Ashley so much. No one ever said a bad thing to her. So for my mom to criticize her so harshly, she would have thrown a fit. Sure enough, she threw the fruit bowl off the coffee table: "How can you guys be like this? You'd rather side with an outsider than with me! Blake is just playing hard to get. He likes me but he's afraid to say it! Did my sister have to go in front of him and try to make an impression?" Dad chuckled: "Blake likes you? No one else can see that but you? We have a mirror at home. If you can't see yourself clearly, then go look in it. Sometimes I wonder if your mom and I had a dumb kid." I cringed and thought of everything sad that had ever happened to me in the past 3 seconds. Dad coddled Ashley the most. Ashley’s eyes were red, and she whined, giving me the creeps: "Dad, why are you saying that?" Dad rolled his eyes and started to bring up old stories: "The truth hurts. You're in your twenties and you still think you're a romance novel heroine. Even I'm handsome, and I don't think I'm the male lead in a novel. Who are you?" Ashley saw that she couldn't win against Dad, so she turned her anger on me: "Ashley! Did you say something to Mom and Dad to badmouth me?" I pouted sarcastically: "Did you say something to Mom and Dad to badmouth me?" Ashley was furious. I looked up from my lesson plans: "Tell me, what did I say that badmouthed you? You went and smashed Mr. Sterling’s Maybach on your own. And now you want us to pay for it?" "When you were little, you thought you could hit people to get the school bully's attention. And now you're still doing this stuff. Don't you think you're stupid?" Ashley was always strange. When she was seven, she brought a homeless man home. When she was nine, she took a forty-year-old to a motel. When she was twelve, she lured a three-year-old to the suburbs. From the time she was little, Mom and Dad and I cleaned up her messes. Once, she thought she was the heroine in a tragic story, so she poured hot tea all over the school bully and slapped him. She almost got killed, and my family had to pay the school bully a lot of money. Ashley looked confused. The people who used to take care of her, love her, and stand by her no matter what had now become her enemies and wouldn't even say a word of comfort. The more she thought about it, the sadder she got, and she kicked over the coffee table: "Just you wait. I'll prove it to you. Blake likes me! I'm the romance novel heroine!" She wiped her tears and ran out, leaving behind a mess and Mom, Dad, and I looking at each other. Dad looked at the fruit and the broken coffee table and couldn't help but swallow nervously. He asked tentatively: "Did we get her checked when she was born?" Mom didn't follow what Dad was thinking: "What?" Dad pointed at the rotten fruit, his finger and voice trembling: "She's not… a supermale, is she?"
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