"Do you hate your popular, well loved stepsister?" he asked in an elegant smile as if he was merely asking if you hated dogs or not.
Do I hate Rachelle? I asked myself. When I was first reincarnated, in my second life. Definitely. If she hadn't showed up, I'd still be the pampered heiress my Father cared for, even if I was just a tool to him. But he still cared for me. I would still be well respected by the society. Even if I was just a good for nothing pampered heiress, I was still the only child of the Duke.
Once Rachelle appeared, Rachelle and I were compared at every single moment. I was no longer unique. I became replaceable. And then bit by bit, everything that was once mine was gradually stolen by Rachelle. Father's attention, my fiance, even my respect among the society. I tried to get back what was once mine, I became hysterical in my jealousy, I could not even recognize myself.
