All Chapters of My Fake Sister Took Everything: Now It’s My Turn : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The person holds me in place, refusing to let go for once. My stomach churns again, and this time, I can't control my body or my emotions. I release all the contents from my stomach, vomiting on his body and his clean shoes. “You did not—” the familiar voice says, unable to believe it. I look up to see the very familiar face of the Hawthorne guy. Could my day get any worse? And with that, I pass out. ********** FLASHBACK BEGINS “What do you mean you killed someone?” Nate semi-yells in shock, unable to hide his shock. “I… We… they…” I mutter a lot of nothing, just speaking in gibberish. He sighs and lifts me to my feet, setting me on the couch. All the while, my hands and feet keep trembling in fright. I can still remember that night etched into my brain. “Calm down, baby, drink up.” Nate hands me a glass of water and draws lazy circles on my back without saying a word. He stares at the TV screen, but his mind isn’t there. ​​As I begin to calm down, I break the silence.

It’s been four days since the last incident, and there hasn’t been much progress. Now, I’m left with only nine cents—not enough to afford anything. Hope is slipping away, and as I sit here, I wonder, ‘What was I thinking, coming to a big city like LA?’Right now, I’m knocking on doors, asking if anyone needs help with something—anything. I feel drained, exhausted, and utterly worn out, and it’s not fair to my baby. My health has worsened; I’m constantly fatigued and always hungry, but food is becoming harder to find.At the moment, I’m sitting in the alley where I usually rest. It’s a small refuge for me, a place I retreat to when the weight of everything becomes too much. And the sun is beginning to set.I hear someone coughing, but I ignore it, focusing on my own troubles. However, the coughing becomes more frequent and desperate, like the person is struggling to breathe. My conscience won’t allow me to ignore it any longer, so I decide to check, just in case it’s an emergency.I ap

As early as dawn, I suddenly wake up feeling nervous, crossing my heart and wishing to get this position. If I don’t, my life will be crushed, and I’ll return to square one.I keep thinking, if I don’t get this job, then what’s next? What’s the next plan? I’ve spent months here with no clue about Liv, and I don’t have enough cash to return to Anne and Andrew. Even if I did, I wouldn’t go back—just not yet. I feel like I owe them success. I need to prove to them that their effort and sacrifices didn’t just go down the drain.I know they’re worried because I said the first thing I would do upon arriving in LA is call them. So after not hearing from me, I know they’ll contact Liv, and she’ll tell them that I never called her. They must be wondering what the heck has happened to me.The first thing I plan to do after securing a job and finding stability is go on a trip to see them. I want to show them I’m alive and doing great. I also need to buy a phone since it’s important in case of th

“What are you doing here?” I whisper, glancing around nervously. My heart raced. Of all places, why did he have to show up here? The last thing I needed was for him to make a scene, especially after I’d run off without so much as a thank-you or paying back what I owed him.“Please, just leave. I don’t want any trouble. What do you want?” My voice trembles as I speak. He wasn’t here as a customer—that much was clear. My pulse quickened as I tried to figure out his angle. Was he here to humiliate me? To remind me of my debt?His eyes lock on mine, and I freeze. “I… I don’t even know you,” I stammer, desperate to make him leave. But his stare—cold, calculating, and filled with something darker—made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. Was that hatred? He looked like he was one step away from strangling me to death, right here in the café.My mind was racing. What if he causes a ruckus? What if he demands that I pay him back, right in front of everyone? My nerves were frayed, and the silenc

Daphne’s POVIt’s safe to say I officially hate Mr. Hawthorne. Just like his name, he's a thorn in my life—a constant source of misery I can’t wait to be rid of. He doesn’t even try to hide his hatred for me, and I’m sure he’d go to any lengths to kick me out of Café Luxe.The problem is, I’m supposed to impress him. But honestly, I’m so over that stage of my life. The days of constantly seeking validation from others are behind me. But I was so done, and if he doesn't like me, I give zero fucks, he can shove it up his ass. Just kidding... Who am I? I need this job even if it means impressing that ‘Thorn.”But God, does he get on my very last nerve.I was taking a short break, trying to breathe and relax for a moment, when he came outside his office. Without even looking directly at me, he makes a pointed comment. “I don’t pay you people to sit around like this is your father’s kingdom.” Laughter echoes around me from my so-called colleagues. Of course, they couldn’t hide how much th