Brothers, Hate Me Already!
As Zoey is going to retire, a system glitch puts her in a novel as the villainess. Her new mission: to be hated. But when she begins her scheming, her every inner thought is broadcast loud and clear to her new family. Instead of earning their disgust, she becomes the most cherished treasure. Will she find a way to get her own life back, or keep being the apple of their eyes?
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When the Bouquet Wasn’t for Her
He held those white roses like they were a peace treaty. But look closer—the girl’s hesitation, the way her fingers trembled before accepting them. That bouquet? A symbol of guilt, not love. The real twist? Her family stood behind him, smiling, while she fought tears. This isn’t romance—it’s emotional hostage negotiation. 💔 #BrothersHateMeAlready!
The Real Villain Was the Chandelier
That opulent room, the crystal lights, the cold marble floor—everything screamed ‘wealth with zero warmth’. She sat there, clutching a yellow phone like it was her last lifeline. Meanwhile, the other woman stood stiff, weaponizing silence. The chandelier didn’t just hang; it judged. And when she ran out? The camera followed like a guilty conscience. 🕯️ #BrothersHateMeAlready!
Her Hair Tie Said Everything
Notice how her ponytail stayed perfect—even during the sprint, the call, the shock? That hair tie wasn’t just practical; it was control. When she finally let go—petals falling, breath catching, eyes lifting to the sky—that’s when the mask cracked. The birthday surprise wasn’t for her. It was *about* her. And oh, how beautifully tragic. 🎡 #BrothersHateMeAlready!
They Clapped. She Cried.
The crowd cheered. The kids smiled. The Ferris wheel flashed ‘Happy Birthday’ in fireworks. And yet—her hug with him felt like surrender, not joy. That final embrace? Not love. Relief. Exhaustion. A truce signed in tears. The script whispered: ‘Everyone is the heroine of their own life.’ But tonight? She was the only one who knew the cost of the crown. 👑 #BrothersHateMeAlready!
The White Dress That Carried a Storm
She walked out of that mansion like she was fleeing a ghost—phone in hand, eyes wide with disbelief. The white coat wasn’t just fashion; it was armor. Every step on the street screamed emotional whiplash. By the time petals rained and the Ferris wheel lit up ‘Happy Birthday’, you realized: this wasn’t a celebration. It was a rescue mission. 🌸 #BrothersHateMeAlready!