After the Divorce, My Sister Chose Our Rich Dad. She Didn't Know Mom Was the Real Monster.

After our parents divorced, my sister chose to live with our wealthy father. I moved into my mother's cramped rental apartment. A few years later, my father squandered his fortune on partying, gambling, and women. Meanwhile, my mother became a massive live-streaming influencer and a famous female entrepreneur. My sister's life was turned upside down, so she came crying to me. But when I wasn't looking, she slipped poison into my cup. "We are both their biological daughters! Why do you get to live so well while I'm out on the streets?" "It's my turn to live the good life!" When I opened my eyes again, we were back on the day of our parents' divorce. This time, she beat me to it and threw her arms around our mother. "I want to live with Mom. I don't care how hard it gets, I'm willing to endure it." But she didn't know—our mother was far more terrifying than our father. 01 My sister, Lily, always had a sweet mouth and knew exactly how to charm people. Because of that, she was favored much more than I was. Naturally, when our parents decided to get a divorce, they asked Lily first. They asked her who she wanted to stay with. Our dad, Richard, was a trust-fund kid from a very wealthy family. Our mom, Evelyn, was a stay-at-home mother who would have absolutely nothing to her name after the divorce, destined to struggle just to make ends meet. So, without a second thought, Lily obediently threw her arms around our dad. "I love Daddy the most! I can't live without you, I want to grow up with you!" Dad beamed with joy, lifting Lily high into the air. "My sweet girl, you stay with Daddy, and you'll be a little princess for the rest of your life!" Lily smiled sweetly. But in a blind spot where our parents couldn't see, she shot me a smug, triumphant look. Yes, she had been like this since we were kids. She always had to compete with me. As long as she could "beat" me, she was perfectly willing to do things that didn't even benefit her, just to see me lose. Dad and Lily were laughing happily. Mom stood off to the side, looking heartbroken and gloomy. I stayed silent for a moment, then walked over and took Mom's hand. "Mom, I'm willing to live with you." She gave me a deep, unreadable look and said nothing. 02 A few years later, through a stroke of luck, Mom's live-streaming career exploded. We moved from a rundown rental into a nice apartment complex. Then from that apartment into a gated mansion community. Mom's used scooter was traded in for a Mercedes. And then the Mercedes was traded in for a Porsche. One day, Mom was driving me out to run errands when we happened to witness a traffic accident. An e-bike rider was driving the wrong way down the street and crashed into a luxury car. The owner of the luxury car got out and started screaming, while the e-bike rider just stood there, meekly apologizing. His teenage daughter was standing to the side, crying her eyes out. Embarrassed by her tears, the man actually kicked his own daughter. Heartbroken, the girl turned her head, and her eyes met mine through the tinted window of the Porsche. It was my sister, Lily. I looked closer at the pathetic, apologizing e-bike rider—it was my dad! Lily saw Mom and me. Her eyes lit up, and she started chasing after our car like a madwoman. But Mom just stepped on the gas, driving forward as if nothing had happened. I hesitated before speaking up: "Mom, that was Lily." Mom replied coldly: "I saw her. What, do you want to help her?" I didn't dare make a sound. Mom let out a cold laugh. "She was so cute when she was little, wasn't she? Now that she's grown up, she's just as ugly as her father. Ungrateful little backstabber. This is karma." I shut my mouth completely. Not long after, Lily managed to find my contact info and asked me to meet her. Sitting in a coffee shop, she cried a river of tears. "Chloe, you have no idea. Dad is—" Lily told me that our dad was an absolute fool. He was incompetent, yet incredibly greedy. A few years ago, listening to the nonsense of his sketchy friends, he ignored our Grandpa's strict warnings and invested tens of millions into a startup. The company was a complete scam designed to drain his money. Just like that, millions vanished into thin air. Grandpa was furiously disappointed and kicked him out of the family. "I thought Dad would learn his lesson, but all he did was party, drink, and sleep around." After being cut off, Dad spent his nights clubbing. Taking the terrible advice of his various girlfriends, he went to Las Vegas and threw cash around like water. Within a few months, whatever millions he had left in his bank account were gone. Worse, he racked up over six million dollars in casino debt. Grandpa was entirely done with him and refused to give him a single dime. Out of options, Dad had to start doing DoorDash deliveries just to survive. But he was a man who had been pampered his entire life. He used to have a private chauffeur; he didn't even know basic traffic laws. Not long after he started delivering food, he drove the wrong way down a street and crashed into a luxury car—the exact scene I had witnessed. In the coffee shop, Lily threw herself into my arms, weeping bitterly. "Chloe, I saw Mom driving a Porsche and wearing Chanel. Your purse is Dior. You guys must be living such a good life." "Chloe, can you please go back and talk to Mom? I'm her daughter too. I don't want to live with Dad anymore, I want to live with her." "She must miss me so much, right? In those first few years after the divorce, she called me all the time, begging me to come back." Her eyes were full of desperate hope. But just thinking about my mother made a violent shudder run down my spine. Finally, I said, "It's best if you don't live with Mom. But... I can give you some money." Lily snapped her head up, a flash of pure, venomous resentment crossing her face. But just as quickly, she masked it with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Chloe. I knew you loved me the most." 03 The next day, I transferred ten thousand dollars to Lily. She eagerly offered to invite me over to her rental apartment for dinner. Inside the dingy apartment, Lily handed me a cup of tea. "Chloe, I remember you always loved sweet peach tea since we were kids. I picked this out just for you. Tell me if it tastes good." My guard was down, so I drank it. But soon, the room started spinning. My final memory was Lily holding a knife, slashing my face to pieces. "Chloe, we're both their biological daughters! Why do you get to live so well while I'm out on the streets?!" "You have so much money, but you only gave me this pathetic amount?! And you won't even let me go back to Mom?! You selfish, greedy bitch!" An endless darkness washed over me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my parents' divorce. Faced with Dad's question about who we wanted to live with... This time, Lily didn't even hesitate. She turned and threw her arms around Mom. "I can't live without Mom! I want to live with Mom! I don't care how hard it gets, I'm not afraid!" Mom was so moved she hugged Lily tightly. Buried in Mom's embrace, Lily flashed a cunning, wicked smile. In a blind spot where no one else could see, Lily silently mouthed the words to me: "Sister, this time, it's my turn to fly high." So, she was reborn too. But she didn't know—Mom was far more terrifying than Dad. 04 Lily happily skipped off to the cramped rental apartment. I stayed behind in the sprawling mansion. Dad was as unreliable as ever. He had just finalized his divorce, yet that very night, he was getting ready to hit the clubs. On the phone, some mistress was speaking to him in a sickly-sweet voice. It cheered him up instantly. He grabbed his designer jacket, ready to walk out the door. Right as he was about to leave, I stopped him. I asked: "Dad, who's going to eat dinner with me?" He answered like it was obvious: "Isn't the nanny here? Just have her eat with you." I bit my lip and said, "I haven't seen Grandpa in a long time, and I miss him. Dad, can you drop me off at his house?" Dad hesitated. Seeing this, I added: "Auntie's son, Liam, went to see Grandpa a couple of days ago. I don't know what he said, but Grandpa bought Auntie a brand-new car. Did you know about that, Dad?" Hearing this, Dad's hesitation vanished instantly. "That family just knows how to leech off my side of the family! Pathetic!" "Chloe, I'll have the driver take you over right now. Remember, you have to put in a good word for me in front of Grandpa, understand?" Saying that, he practically shoved me into the back of a black SUV. Grandpa lived in a quiet, secluded lakehouse estate. In his eyes, my mother was a manipulative gold digger who used every trick in the book to climb the social ladder and marry my dad. He thought she was deeply scheming and venomous. Because of that, he always despised my mom, and by extension, he didn't like Lily or me either. In my past life, after the divorce, Lily also tried to suck up to Grandpa. But she was a spoiled little princess who had been coddled at home. Her head was empty, and her only skill was pretending to be cute and innocent. At Grandpa's house, all her little tricks failed miserably. No matter how much she cried or threw tantrums, all she got was Grandpa's cold indifference. Unlike her, our aunt's son, my cousin Liam Carter, was Grandpa's absolute favorite. No matter what Liam said or did, he always earned Grandpa's praise. Over time, Lily grew incredibly resentful. During a family gathering, she deliberately smashed an antique vase and framed Liam for it. She thought it would ruin Liam's standing in the family. Instead, she was met with security footage from a hidden camera. Liam's status remained unshaken. Lily, on the other hand, faced the absolute wrath of the family's strict discipline. Grandpa accused her of being "scheming, venomous, and willing to do anything for personal gain—just like your mother." He strictly ordered my dad to never bring her to the estate again. From that day on, Lily harbored a deep hatred for Grandpa. On his birthday, she even posted a twisted comic on social media, depicting the Grim Reaper using various horrific methods to take an old man's life. Grandpa definitely saw it, but he ignored her completely. Later, when Dad went bankrupt and Lily's life hit rock bottom, she finally remembered Grandpa. She knelt outside the gates of the lakehouse, begging him for forgiveness and a place to stay. Grandpa didn't even show his face. The security guards just dragged her away. This time, time had rewound. Lily ran off to chase her dream of a luxurious new life. And the person standing outside the lakehouse, about to visit Grandpa, was me. I took a few deep breaths and pressed the doorbell. 05 Even though Dad had called ahead to say I wanted to visit, Grandpa's expression in the study was still freezing cold. After I politely greeted him, he showed no intention of entertaining me. I didn't get upset. I just found a quiet corner and sat down. Living with my mother in my past life, I had endured humiliations hundreds and thousands of times worse than this. This was nothing. In the study, Grandpa was quizzing Liam on his studies. Liam was seventeen this year. He was an academic genius with a deep interest in finance and economics. Grandpa was a self-made billionaire, but unfortunately, all of his own children were mediocre at best. Therefore, he genuinely admired this driven, grounded grandson. He would often pull Liam aside to analyze famous domestic and international business mergers and acquisitions. The questions Grandpa asked were extremely difficult. Liam answered the first few perfectly. But the next one was different. Liam fell into a long, deep silence. Grandpa wasn't in a rush, patiently waiting for his answer. I timidly raised my hand. "Grandpa, can I share my thoughts on this?" Grandpa glanced at me, his expression full of doubt. "You? You're not even in high school yet. What could you possibly know?" "If you can't sit still, go wait outside. Don't try to play smart with me." I didn't get angry. I just smiled and said, "If you aren't satisfied with my answer, I'll go stand in the corner outside. How about that?" Grandpa scoffed. But Liam chimed in: "Grandpa, why not let Chloe give it a try?" Grandpa didn't say anything, which was a silent yes. I shot Liam a grateful smile and began to speak: "The initial capital for this specific group of entrepreneurs wasn't exactly clean. In the early days, they acted as exclusive import distributors, helping foreign corporations open up the local market. By monopolizing information gaps, they extracted massive, exorbitant profit margins." Grandpa looked at me in surprise and kept grilling: "Then tell me, what was their natural advantage, and what was their fatal flaw?" I thought for a second and replied: "They built close ties with foreign entities early on and adapted to the market quickly. That was their advantage. But it was a double-edged sword. Their fatal flaw was becoming entirely dependent on the first-mover advantage provided by those foreign companies. They never developed their own core competencies. So, once the market became regulated and standardized, their competitive edge vanished." Grandpa stared at me for a long time. His expression was complicated. There was doubt. There was scrutiny. But there was no longer any contempt. After a moment, he asked, "You're only fourteen. Where did you hear all this?" I said, "The public library has a lot of books. I love to read." But that wasn't true. In my past life, a massive portion of my mother's "clients" were exactly those men who profited from those very distribution monopolies. They exploited loopholes, built wealth through cronyism and information gaps, and yet attributed all their success to their own sheer brilliance. And on drunken afternoons, holding a young girl in their arms, they couldn't wait to brag about their past business conquests. Thinking about this, I squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them again, I was still sitting in Grandpa's solemn, antique study. I wasn't in a dim, suffocating bedroom bathed in cheap pink lighting. Clap, clap, clap— Liam began to clap softly. He said, "Chloe is only fourteen, but her reading comprehension and analytical skills are incredibly sharp. That deserves recognition." He looked at me, his expression gentle and sincere. "I concede. I couldn't have answered it better." I quickly shook my head. "It was just a lucky guess. I don't know any of the complex financial and economic terms you were talking about earlier. I still have a lot to learn." After a brief silence, Liam asked me, "Chloe, do you want to study with me?" 06 At Liam's suggestion, Grandpa allowed me to audit his lessons. But he was still suspicious of me. He suspected this was just a creative new strategy to con money out of him. So, he ordered Liam to give him regular reports on my behavior. In truth, I didn't need Liam to monitor me, and I didn't need anyone to force me to work. Every single day, I went to class, came home, and whenever I had a day off, I was either practicing the piano or buried in the library. This was the normal life I had begged for but never had in my past life. How could I not cherish it? Months went by. In Grandpa's study, I was no longer just a listener. Often, when Grandpa threw out a debate topic, Liam and I would argue until we were red in the face. Until Grandpa finally called a halt to it. I don't know exactly which day it happened. But Grandpa stopped looking at me with defensive, guarded eyes. And Liam stopped reporting my behavior to Grandpa. He complained that paying too much attention to me was wasting his own study time, which was exactly why he had lost to me on a recent pop quiz. Grandpa just roared with laughter at that. I pretended not to notice any of it, quietly continuing to work on my practice exams. At school, my intense studying brought massive rewards. I won first place in the State Math Championship. My homeroom teacher said she was going to call me out for special praise at the upcoming parent-teacher conference. But my dad was as useless as ever. He promised he would attend, but half an hour before it started, he called to say he couldn't make it. He said, "Chloe, Dad has a very important business meeting. Just let the nanny go to the conference for you, okay? Be a good girl." But over the phone, I could clearly hear the giggling of several women in the background. I didn't expose his lie; I just calmly hung up the phone. Then, I took a picture of the Math Championship honor roll hanging on the classroom whiteboard and texted it to Grandpa. On the list, my name and Liam's name sat at the absolute top of the middle school and high school divisions respectively. Both carrying our family's legacy, sparkling in the sunlight. I added a message: [Grandpa, Dad had a last-minute emergency and can't make it to my parent-teacher conference. But my teacher really wants to talk to my guardian about my future academic track. Could you come?] Grandpa personally showed up at the school. This was a privilege not even Liam had ever received. My homeroom teacher was terrified but honored, and the principal rushed down just to greet him. Grandpa sat completely at ease in the principal's office and asked, "How is my granddaughter's academic performance? Are there areas where she needs to improve?" He knew the answer perfectly well, but he asked anyway. The homeroom teacher quickly piled on the praise, confirming that I was the absolute top student in every possible metric. Only then did Grandpa nod in satisfaction. After the conference, he hesitated for a moment, then surprisingly ordered his driver to take us to the high-end shopping mall. He said, "I saw the other little girls in your class dressing so brightly. Why are you dressed so plain? Is your father neglecting you?" In the end, he bought me six or seven tailored outfits. And several designer bags. Looking at the numbers on the receipt, I felt a wave of anxiety. "Grandpa, aren't you worried I'm just after your money now?" He let out a booming laugh. "Go ahead and be after it! I'd be more worried if you weren't!" I froze for a second, then laughed along with him. Lily thought that to please Grandpa, she had to rely on being cute, providing superficial emotional value, and acting like a spoiled princess. But she didn't understand. Grandpa was a ruthless, self-made entrepreneur who built an empire from the ground up. He had seen countless sugar-coated bullets and witnessed the darkest sides of human nature. He didn't need, nor did he respect, flattery and whining from someone useless. An aging titan holding the reins of an empire... The thing he most desperately wants to see is a vibrant, fiercely capable successor. And as long as I kept proving my competence, it was only a matter of time before I became the second Liam. Grandpa's favorite.

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