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632words2026-01-26 09:11

My sister died naked abroad.My mother,a maid for a rich family,couldn't wait to shove me into her place.
"Serve the young master right abroad,and you'll secure a job back home—a chance someone like you could never dream of."
In the three years abroad,I became the longest-serving chef by the young master's side.

My sister and I were completely different people:she was too naive,I was too ruthless.
For a nobody like me,revenge was like a fly trying to put out fire by throwing itself into it.
Instead of suffering,I chose to thrive using my sister’s bone and blood as fertilizer.
...
In the rain,I dragged myself home,clutching my bleeding hand,feeling nothing but numb.
My mother grabbed my hair and hyhanked me to in front of a mirror.

"A woman trying to compete with men?Think cooking for a few years means you can leave this family?The shop's already your uncle's.Give up."
She gripped my face,forcing me to look at her,just like what she used to do with my sister years ago.
"Your sister's dead.The Harper heir needs a new servant.This cozy job's yours now.Send every cent of your paycheck to my account,or else..."
Or she'd ship my sister's ashes back home and,sold them for profit.

She didn't need to threaten me.I'd go anyways.
Growing up extremely poor,I was curious about the"rich world"my sister described.
She was beautiful,smart,and my mother betted all her hopes on her marrying rich,shielding her fiercely.
So naive,she thought her and Ethan Harper's love could conquer the rift between their families,that her resilient spirit captivated him.She believed,that even if she never brought it up,Ethan would still remember her saving his life years ago.
Until a group stripped and humiliated her,toyed with her,injected her with addictive drugs,and dumped her in a foreign slum.
Ethan Harper just stood by and watched it all,cold and detached.
I collected her body.I wondered if she'd resent me for not bringing her beloved"Bunny."
At the airport,a blond driver took me to the Harper estate.Before I stepped inside,a bucket of cold water splashed me from above.
"Ethan,your maid’s hilarious.Sending her daughters here one after another—does she want to be your mother-in-law?"
"How come she’s so ugly and dark?Let's clean her up,or I'll puke."
I wiped my face,finally seeing Ethan Harper on the steps.
His stern face showed no emotion,looking at me—a drenched,humiliated creature—as if I were a bug he could kill with a slight move of his finger anytime.
No time to think,I propped up an umbrellapulled dirty clothes from my suitcase,and ignored their mockery.
Silence fell,then roaring laughter.They asked why I didn't shower on the spot.
Pointing at Ethan,I said firmly,"My mom said even if I'm a dog,I'm the young master's dog.I answer to him alone."
Ethan smirked coldly and walked away.Mr.Collins,the butler,called me in to settle down.
Two hours later,everyone was drawn to the kitchen.
Even pampered elites,used to excess,couldn't resist the primal lure of good food.
Especially abroad.My sister ran a diner for six years—I knew my craft's power.
Spicy fried chicken,poached beef,duck soup,stir-fried greens,lamb pilaf,hand-made beef noodles. The foreign delicacy had them all drooling
I'd trained extensively before coming,crafting dishes both healthy and delectable,using every spice to its peak.
"Damn,this chef's legit.I'd hire her for my house."
"Little lady,what's your name?Come with me.I'm loaded.Cook for me everyday,and we're good."
Ethan,silent until then,reacted when he tasted the pork,his eyes lit up.
He tossed a bottle of water to Caleb Nash,who kept trying to poach me,and said playfully,"If Caleb's too broke to eat,I can beg his dad for him.He'll give you money for my sake.My chef's new Here.Tyr to poach her when I'm bored of her."
The magic of my dishes got to Ethan.
My sister was so foolish.If she had skipped studying and master this dish instead back then,she might not have suffered so much.