My Yandere Brothers Take Turns Watching Me

When the real heiress shows up, I, the fake heiress who stole her place, immediately pack my bags and prepare to leave.

My nominal older brother holds one of my hands, stroking it affectionately. “Huanhuan, where do you think you’re going?”

My alarm bells ring. I turn to make a run for it, only to find the doorway blocked by my nominal younger brother.

The young man’s eyes are red-rimmed, emotions churning in their depths. “Sis, are you leaving me?”

Wasn’t I supposed to be in a story about a real and fake heiress?

Why has it turned into a wealthy-family drama about possessive love?