My Adoptive Brother from the Prince's Manor Spoils Me Rotten, While My Own Brother Regrets Everything

In her previous life, Su Mo spent half her life trapped by the words, “We’re your closest family. We’d never hurt you.”

When her elder sister was adopted by the prince’s household and became a pampered noblewoman, Su Mo stayed home and poured her heart and soul into securing a future for her father and brothers. She never resented it.

When her father and brothers rose to prominence and gave her sister the palace consort position that should have been Su Mo’s, she never hated them.

When her sister struggled in the imperial harem and her father and brothers sent Su Mo into the palace to win the emperor’s favor on her sister’s behalf, she didn’t resist either.

Only when she overheard her father and brothers call her a burden to the Su family, admit they had never considered her one of their own, and plot to use her womb to bear a son for her sister before killing her, did Su Mo finally understand: you can’t warm a heartless person.

Desperate, she set a fire and perished with her family.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the day Prince Qin’s household came to the Su family to adopt a child.

This time, her sister chose to stay home, even boasting that the future crown prince would come from her womb.

Su Mo knew her sister had been reborn too. This time, she didn’t hesitate. She took the imperial edict, left her family behind, and became the prince’s adopted daughter.

She thought she would have to scrape by as a dependent in someone else’s home. Instead, she found parental love and the affection of brothers, and her adoptive parents and brothers spoiled her until everyone envied her.

When her former family members crawled at Su Mo’s feet, begging her to come back, she turned away with a calm smile. “You were the ones who gave me up first.”

The possessive heir pulled her tight against his chest. “You can only be mine!”