His Proposal, Her Two Choices

small living room. The scent of my moth

fted from the kitc

e disappointment. "She knows how much I wanted the 'Independent Achiever'

, sweetie. Your sister ca

like she wants me to fail. She knows I'm not good at... all that social stuff.

e slight catch in her throat, the carefully crafted victimhood. She was paint

f the kitchen, their fac

ou did. How could you be so thoughtless? You know Olivia has always been

I said calmly. "

d be looking out for her. She's taking on this difficult challenge, and all y

tiny, triumphant smirk playing on her lips before she quickly replaced it with a

irness, about how I was always the one making sacrifices. It would h

t this

m sorry," I mumbled, my voice soft and full of remorse. "

o satisfy them. Their

is done. Just try not to cause any more trouble for your

ow, lazy coward. Let Olivia believe she has the upper hand.

said meekly. "I'

e wave of her hand. "Go on. A

mug gaze on my back. I didn't care.

remembered, a collection of secondhand furniture and textbooks. My parents always said Ol

ttress and pulled up

ss is ready. Please

yes. No

overed over

ew notificati

d can be brought into the dreamscape,

nd half-formed ideas for the tech startup I had built in my past life. Even before the "Independent Achiever" system forced me, I had a passion for

little crazy, bega

was about seduction. They expected me to use this dream to

I did the ex

most complex algorithmic design

eading across my face. "Targ