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Justin Pearson had always looked down on me. To him, I was nothing but a troublemaker—some useless girl with a bad attitude who only knew how to throw her weight around. When he found out I wasn't the real daughter of the Pearson family, he didn't even hesitate. He kicked me out on the spot. He spat, "I don't have a sister like you. Get lost, you little stray." I didn't argue. I just turned around, set a trap, and got him into my bed. The next time we met, I walked in holding a little boy who looked exactly like him. Justin's face darkened, his eyes full of shock and disgust. "So what is he supposed to be? My nephew? Or my son? "You failed at being my sister, so now you want to be my wife? "Don't think showing up like this will make me acknowledge either of you." I gave him a flat look and let out a cold laugh. "Don't flatter yourself. He's your little brother." I wasn't here to be his wife. I was here to be his stepmother.