âThat settles it,â Clara sighed with relief after everything was arranged. She pecked Tessa on the cheek, a lighthearted skip in her step as she bounced back to her room.
Tessa remained rooted to the spot, her hand subconsciously touching her cheek, at a loss for words.
Was she really going to sacrifice her own flesh and blood for her adoptive daughter?
Once back in her sanctuary, Clara whipped out her phone, and with tearful indignation, she spun a tale of the trials sheâd endured as Ivyâs elder sister over the years.
The title blared: [Ivy, How Many More Must You Hurt?]
This so-called little sister hadnât brought her much benefit, instead overshadowing her in the social circles, shining brighter by the day.
Clara seethed with resentment. She knew she was prettier than Ivy, and, in terms of family background, Ivy was nothing more than an unwanted wretch.
In what way could Ivy compare to her?
Why could Ivy immediately secure a role in Coltonâs movie upon entering the industry? It was simply because she had stolen her opportunities!
The mere thought of Ivy debuting with an invitation from Colton made Claraâs blood boil.
âMy dear little sister, it seems this time you wonât be able to make a comeback. Since everyone is against you, itâs not a big deal for me, your sister, to step in and voice some criticism, is it?â
Reviewing her post, Clara thought it would bring tears to the eyes of readers and tug at the heartstrings of any who read it.
[I entered Ivyâs life when our parents, my dad and her mom, met after my own motherâs passing. From the day I learned Iâd have a little sister, I made a vow to protect her, to be the big sister she could depend on. What I never expected was that, instead of welcoming an angel, I had invited a demon into my life.
Ivy would ruin everything I cherished. Whenever Iâd snuggle up to Mom, there Ivy would be, mocking me with those icy glares, as if her eyes were poisoned daggers.
Thankfully, Mom loved me dearly, never favoring Ivy even though she was her biological daughter.
However, this only seemed to embolden Ivyâs malice, turning our home into a war zone.
Not long ago, she framed me, dragging my name through the mud until I managed to clear my name.
When we finally established boundaries, it tore our family apart, and she left without looking back.
I was prepared to bury these painful memories, but never did I imagine sheâd commit such atrocities, harming another girl so viciously.
How could you, Ivy?
Standing up now isnât about seeking attention; itâs because I still have a conscience.
Ivy, if thereâs any shred of decency left in you, apologize. Itâs been too long for evasion. The harm started with me, and it needs to stop. Withdraw your claws, Ivy; the world. doesnât revolve around you.
From your sister Clara, who still loves you but dares not draw near.]
Just as the uproar surrounding Ivy had begun to simmer down, Claraâs post reignited the flames, thrusting Ivy back into the searing spotlight.