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."