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.