Got On His Love Pirate Ship

After being adopted, my nominal older brother gave me a teddy bear.

I made a wish to the teddy bear, and it granted any request.

At the age of eighteen, I made a wish that my brother would love me as much as I loved him.

But the teddy bear failed.

Later, in the headlines of North Downs news.

He was caught kissing a slightly famous female celebrity inside a car.

And that female celebrity bore a resemblance to me.

Afterward, I made another wish to the teddy bear, “I hope I never love my brother again.”

My brother started going insane.

“Melody, have you seen the news?”

I lifted my eyelids, snapping out of confusion.

My senior handed me the phone; she also knew my brother was the Ashburn in the headline.

It was a short video, merely five seconds.

In a dimly lit underground parking lot, Sophia, dressed in a pure white dress, casually sat in the passenger seat.

Ashburn, in a tailored suit, gently bent down and planted a careful kiss.

I stared blankly at the replay button, still until my senior nudged me to wake me up.

Seeing my pale face, my senior thought I was unwell and offered to take me back to the dorm.

I waved my hand, indicating that I was fine, hastily bidding farewell to my senior and leaving.

My pace went from faster to gradually stopping, abruptly halting on the long path of the school.

I lowered my head to pick up my phone but saw my own pale face on the black screen.

I laughed self-deprecatingly. In fact, I had expected this day to come.

It’s just… I didn’t expect it to be Sophia…

Sophia, who bears a resemblance to me.

I have a secret, a secret that no one else knows except for Ashburn and me.

When I turned eighteen, I made my only birthday wish, hoping that Ashburn would like me too.

Mom picked me up on Christmas Day, so every year on my birthday, I would receive both a birthday gift and a Christmas gift.

On December 31st, at 11:59 PM, I added my New Year’s wish.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

We leaned against each other, watching the fireworks on the balcony, yet neither of us was watching the fireworks.

My palms were sweaty with nervousness as I nervously spoke:

“Ashburn, I like you, not in the brotherly way.”

I saw the fireworks in his eyes quickly fade away, replaced by an icy look I had never seen before.

“Do you know what you’re saying?”

I helplessly looked into his eyes, attempting to find a hint of warmth, but it ended in failure.

I lowered my head, not letting him see the tears welling up.

“Ashburn, forget it. Pretend I never said anything.”

From that moment on, we were no longer siblings who often stuck together but two strangers in the same family.