Steal My Boyfriend Go Ahead, He’s a Psychopath!

Ever since we were kids, my sister, Chloe, loved stealing my things.

From a tiny hairclip to our parents' love.

Today, she caught me holding hands with Julian Vance, the school's golden boy, in the secluded pathway behind the campus library.

That night, in my bedroom, Chloe squinted her eyes and asked:

"Elena, are you secretly dating Julian? He's gorgeous."

"Don't tell Mom and Dad," I said, anxiously clutching the hem of my shirt.

"And don't even think about stealing him!"

Chloe smirked. "Why would I steal him from you?"

Seeing her determined look, I secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Finally. I could dump this abusive, psychopathic monster onto her.

......

My nightmare started three months ago.

Julian confessed his love to me in front of the entire school. Roses and balloons filled the football field.

He was the golden boy, the male lead in every girl's dream.

I became the "lucky girl" everyone envied.

But no one knew that once the doors were closed, his gentleness was a complete lie.

In an empty corner of the library, his fingers brushed against my cheek, but his grip was so tight my jaw ached.

"Babe, how many words did you say to that guy today? Hmm?"

"I... I just asked him about the homework," I stammered, trembling with fear.

He smiled warmly. But in the next second, he suddenly grabbed my throat and slammed me hard against the wall.

"Did I ever tell you that I hate it when other guys look at my things?"

As suffocating pain kicked in, I stared into his crazed, obsessed eyes, desperately clawing at his arm.

Just when I thought I was going to die, he suddenly let go.

He lifted my chin and wiped away my tears with his thumb.

"Elena, don't be scared. I just love you too much." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Be a good girl. Stay away from all other guys, and I won't get mad."

At that moment, I wanted to run. But I couldn't escape.

But Chloe moved even faster than I expected.

At dinner, she twirled her pasta on her fork and brought it up as if it were nothing.

"Mom, I think Elena has been acting weird lately."

"Shes always sneaking into her room to make FaceTime calls. I don't know who she's talking to, but she has this super sweet smile on her face."

Mom froze, immediately turning her sharp gaze toward me.

"Elena, are you dating someone?"

My chest tightened. I purposely lowered my head, acting flustered.

"No, don't talk nonsense."

The more I "resisted," the more certain Mom became.

Chloe smirked, throwing more fuel on the fire.

"Ive seen the guy. Its Julian Vance, right? He's incredibly hot, and his family is filthy rich! The girls chasing him could line up from the school gates to the West End."

"Really?" Moms eyes instantly lit up.

That night, Chloe sneaked into my bedroom.

She climbed onto my bed and leaned close to my ear, her voice buzzing with excitement.

"Elena, your boyfriend is so wild. I saw you guys today." She squinted like a cat that had just stolen some cream. "He looks way better than those losers chasing me."

"He... he's mine," I said, clutching my shirt tightly. "Don't you dare try to take him!"

"Why would I steal him from you?" She laughed, her expression innocent yet wicked. "I just think such a good catch is totally wasted on you."

Looking at her determined face, I secretly sighed in relief.

Perfect. The fish had finally bitten the bait.

The next morning, before I could even leave the house, Mom blocked my way.

"Give me your phone!" she snapped, demanding.

"No! This is my privacy!" I immediately hugged my phone to my chest, putting up a dramatic struggle.

The more I "resisted," the more aggressive she became.

My bedroom was instantly turned into a mess. Books were knocked to the floor, and my desk lamp was tipped over.

Like a madwoman, she snatched the phone from my hand. I "frantically" tried to lock the screen, but "accidentally" let her see the Snapchat chat history between Julian and me.

Mom opened it without a second thought.

Those chat logs were carefully fabricated by me over two whole days.

Every sentence was a sickeningly sweet promise of love.

[Babe, I dreamed of you again last night.]

[I want to buy you the whole world.]

There were even screenshots of Julian sending me "money gifts"each one over ten thousand dollars.

Of course, I didn't mention a single word about how he made me transfer the money right back to him under various excuses.

Chloe leaned in to watch the drama, her eyes practically sparkling.

"Wow, Elena, your boyfriend is so romantic and generous!" she said, raising her voice on purpose.

"He's so much better than that guy who chased me last month. That loser bought me a designer bag and complained about the price for weeks."

Moms finger stopped scrolling. She saw Julians incredibly wealthy background, which I had "carelessly" revealed in the chats.

[Babe, my parents are flying to Europe next week for a business deal. I'll be home alone. It's so boring.]

[My dad gave me another card today for pocket money. The PIN is your birthday.]

The anger on Mom's face vanished instantly.

She pulled me out of the room and whispered a warning: "Keep this quiet for now. Your dad and I need to look into this boy."

She paused, then added as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"If he's really that good, we can't let your sister miss out on this."

I stood there, my eyes instantly welling up with tears.

Even though I had expected this, hearing it out loud still felt like a stab to my heart.

"Why?!" I screamed with all my might, my voice breaking into a sob.

"Mom, ever since we were kids, you guys always took her side! Toys, new clothes, your love... and now you want to steal the only boyfriend Ive ever had?!"

The harder I cried, the more desperate I seemed, the more it proved that Julian was a priceless treasure.

Mom was taken aback by my scream, but then disgust washed over her face.

"Stop screaming! Hes just a man! Is he worth all this drama?"

"Your sister is prettier than you, sweeter than you, and everyone loves her. What's wrong with her getting a good man?"

"If you really cared about your sister, you would step aside! Act like an older sister for once!"

Her words were like a poisoned blade, stabbing right into the softest part of my heart.

I covered my face, ran back to my room, and locked the door.

Outside, Mom was still cursing.

"What an ungrateful brat. We raised her for so many years, and she doesn't care about this family at all."

"Exactly. If Chloe can marry into the Vance family, we'll all be set for life. She's so selfish, only thinking about herself."

That was Dad's voice.

Listening to those cold words, the tears on my face slowly dried up.

I looked up at my red, swollen eyes in the mirror.

Excellent, Elena.

Your acting is getting better and better.

That evening, I purposely left one of Julian's jackets on the living room sofa. It smelled of his favorite woody cologne.

Sure enough, when the house was dead silent in the middle of the night, Chloe crept out of her room, picked up the jacket, and took a deep, greedy breath.

Then, she put it on, ran to the full-length mirror, and posed.

Next, she took out her phone, opened her secret Instagram accountthe one she used to bait guysand posted a few selfies.

The caption read: "I love this scent so much. It feels like a warm hug~ [blushing emoji]"

Lying in bed, I saw her post and silently gave it a like.

My dear sister, with every step you take toward the abyss, I will be right here to document it for you.

The Instagram post quickly caused a stir.

The next day, as soon as I got to school, my wrist was violently grabbed.

Julian dragged me into a deserted corner behind the science building. His face was dark enough to kill.

"I don't like other people touching things I gave you. Do you understand?" He pinned me against the wall, his eyes predatory.

I immediately played the terrified victim, tears pooling in my eyes.

"No, it's not what you think!" I sobbed, explaining that the jacket had just been washed and left out, and my sister had taken it without asking. I said she was just young and loved to show off, begging him not to be angry.

My submission and terror deeply satisfied Julian's sick need for control.

His expression softened slightly, and he ran a hand through my hair.

"Keep an eye on your sister next time."

I nodded quickly. Taking the opportunity, I "carelessly" dropped a hint.

"Chloe... she's just spoiled by our parents. Shes loved stealing my things since we were kids."

"Yesterday she even asked me if you were really that nice to me. She said shed never met a guy as handsome and classy as you."

I watched Julian's expression closely as I spoke.

As expected, a flash of smug satisfaction crossed his eyes.

No man can resist the adoration of a beautiful girl, especially an arrogant psychopath like Julian.

And Chloe was gorgeous, popular, and always surrounded by guys at school.

Conquering her would satisfy his vanity far more than conquering a plain "Cinderella" like me.

"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Your sister... has good taste."

From that day on, Chloe began her move.

She always managed to "coincidentally" cross paths with Julian.

Sometimes she was buying coffee at the campus cafe, other times she was checking out books in the library.

She would hold up my photo and ask passing students: "Have you guys seen my sister? Her boyfriend is looking for her."

Every time, she was dressed to perfectioninnocent yet alluring.

And I would always "coincidentally" show up right during these encounters.

Then, I would play the jealous, angry girlfriend.

"Chloe! What are you doing here again?!" I would yell, drawing a crowd.

"Elena, I was just trying to help you find Julian," she would blink innocently. "Why are you so petty? You get mad just because I say a word to him."

Our public arguments made this "love triangle" look incredibly real.

On the school forum, threads about the three of us spread like wildfire.

[Drama! Golden boy Julian Vance caught in a sister showdown!]

[Honestly, Chloe is a much better match. Elena is so dramatic and always looks miserable.]

[Agreed! Chloe is hot and fun. Who wouldn't prefer her?]

Public opinion completely sided with Chloe.

And my parents' attitude began to change too. They stopped yelling at me and switched to a more disgusting form of emotional manipulation.

"Chloe is so sweet, trying to help you keep your relationship. And look at you, always throwing tantrums," Mom said at dinner, deliberately avoiding putting food on my plate.

"Julians family is so wealthy. You better cherish him and stop acting like a spoiled brat before you drive him away."

"Exactly. Don't think you're special just because you have a boyfriend," Dad set his fork down, his voice stern. "He has great prospects. You should be more open-minded and let your sister hang out with you guys to see the world."

Their words became more and more shameless, constantly hinting that I wasn't good enough for Julian and should step aside.

On the outside, I wept as if my heart was breaking, but inside, I was laughing.

Everything was going exactly according to my script.

A week later, my greedy mother finally couldn't sit still anymore.

She suggested hosting a dinner party at our house over the weekend to "officially" meet Julian.

She said, "You can't keep hiding your boyfriend. Your family needs to check him out for you."

I knew very well that the star of this "evaluation" wouldn't be me.

It would be Chloe.

Oh, I had been looking forward to this dinner for a very long time.

On the day of the dinner, Mom dragged me out of bed early and threw a white dress at me.

It was a rare, "generous" birthday gift she had given me last month.

But when I turned around, I saw Chloe walking out of her room in the exact same dress. Except hers was made of finer material, with a sparkling diamond chain wrapped around her waist.

"Mom, if Elena and I wear the same thing, will Julian get us confused?" Chloe twirled playfully.

Mom looked at her with pride, grinning from ear to ear. "Of course not! Our Chloe is so beautiful, no one can compare to her."

I stood there like a ghost in the background.

Julian arrived in the afternoon, bringing many expensive gifts.

He gave Dad a thousand-dollar bottle of wine, Mom the latest designer handbag, and Chloe a necklace that looked incredibly expensive.

For me, he only brought a box of chocolates. He hadn't even fully peeled off the discount price tag.

"Elena doesn't care about these luxury things. She just likes sweets," Julian explained with a warm smile.

How thoughtful. But he didn't mention that the box of chocolates was bought last-minute from the convenience store downstairs.

At the dining table, the atmosphere was so warm that it felt like I was the stranger.

Mom had made a seafood soupsomething I had been severely allergic to since childhood.

"Here, Julian, have some more. I got this lobster imported. It's great for your health," she enthusiastically served him a large bowl.

Dad opened the wine Julian brought and kept offering toasts, praising him to the skies.

"Chloe, put some steak on Julian's plate," Mom smiled warmly.

"Julian, try this ribeye. Chloe made it. She's a fantastic cook," Dad added, desperately trying to create a spark.

Chloe blushed, shyly placing the meat into Julian's bowl. "Julian, try it."

"Thank you, Chloe," Julian smiled warmly, but his eyes drifted over to me.

"But I'm still more used to Elena taking care of me."

Saying that, he put a piece of fish into my bowl, slowly removing the bones before placing it right by my mouth.

"Right, babe?" his voice was gentle, but his eyes carried a dark warning.

At that moment, both Mom and Chloes faces stiffened.

A sick sense of pleasure rose in my chest. I obediently opened my mouth and ate the fish.

"Julian is always the nicest to me," I murmured.

Chloe reacted instantly. Her eyes welled with tears, looking incredibly fragile.

"Julian, do you think I didn't do a good job? I'm sorry... I was just so envious of Elena, and I wanted to do something for you too."

Her weak, pitiful act immediately triggered Julians savior complex.

He smiled and patted the back of her hand, his voice full of affection. "Of course not. You're actually much more attentive than your sister."

That compliment was like a slap to my face. Mom immediately gave me a smug look.

I lowered my head, clenching my fists.

After dinner, Chloe brought over a fruit platter. Suddenly, she tripped and "accidentally" spilled a whole glass of orange juice all over Julian's white shirt.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Julian, I didn't mean to!" She frantically wiped it with a napkin, her hands brushing against his chest on purpose.

"Let me take you to my room to clean it up. I have a hairdryer there," she said urgently.

I sat on the sofa, watching them go upstairs one after the other.

I deliberately lingered in the living room for a few minutes, listening to Moms sarcastic remarks.

"Look at how charming your sister is! You should learn a thing or two!"

"If you don't have the skills, don't blame others for stealing your spotlight," Dad chimed in.

I stood up abruptly, rushing toward Chloes room in a fit of "rage."

I didn't knock. I slammed the half-open door wide open.

The scene inside made my breath hitch.

Chloe was on her tiptoes, her lips almost brushing against Julian's cheek.

And Julian's hands were resting on her waist, holding her in an intimate, suggestive embrace.

Hearing the door slam, they quickly pulled apart, looking startled.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed, my voice shaking violently.

Chloe stepped back "in a panic," her face flushed.

"Elena, let me explain... it's not what it looks like..."

"Elena, what is wrong with you?" Julian frowned, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Looking at their expressionsone playing innocent, the other looking disgustedthe anger I had bottled up for months completely "exploded."

I broke down into hysterical tears, slammed the door, and ran out. My heart-wrenching sobs and messy footsteps echoed down the hallway.

I ran all the way to the street corner. Only after confirming no one was following me did I slowly stop.

I took a deep breath, looked up at the city lights, and a cold smile crept onto my face.

Dad, Mom, Chloe, Julian...

Your little drama has finally begun.