Blurb：
Two orphan sisters, Skylar and Sophie, face life-changing adoptions. Skylar is taken in by the wealthy Sterling family, while Sophie chooses the humble dorm matron. But both sisters can see mysterious pop-up texts revealing hidden futures! Skylar endures cruel treatment from spoiled heir Greg Sterling, barking like a dog for money and eating from a dog bowl. Meanwhile, Sophie enjoys simple happiness with her new mother. Discover the shocking twists in this gripping tale of sisterhood, wealth, and survival. Who truly made the better choice? Dive into the dramatic world of Port City's richest man Mr. Brooks, the Sterling family, and the orphanage secrets that bind them all.Content：
For fifteen years at the orphanage, I lived a quiet life. My younger sister was adopted by a wealthy socialite, while I was taken in by the dorm matron. The day the adoption papers were signed, a line of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes.[The sister doesn't know, does she? After she was taken in by the rich family, everyone looked down on her, and she ended up fighting dogs for food.]
[The older sister has a better fate. Although she was adopted by the dorm matron, she met Mr. Brooks, the richest man in Port City, by chance and was later spoiled rotten by him.]
[This is why it's better to marry well than to be born well.]
My sister suddenly rushed to the dorm matron, sweetly calling her "Mommy."
That's when I knew. My sister could see the pop-up text too.
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"Sister, you've always taken care of me since we were little. This time, you should go and enjoy life with the Sterling family." My sister, still wearing the white dress she'd put on specifically to impress the wealthy Sterlings, now affectionately held the dorm matron's hand.
I watched the floating text appear before my eyes.
That's when I knew. My sister could see the pop-up text too.
The sudden switch of children, both already chosen by their respective families, left the orphanage director in a difficult position as she consulted both parties. My sister, terrified that the dorm matron wouldn't agree, sweetly called her "Mommy," melting the matron's expression.
On the Sterling family side, Mrs. Sterling remained silent, making a phone call. Half an hour later, a young man, roughly my age, stepped out of a Rolls-Royce. He wore a casual black outfit, a brand I didn't recognize, but it screamed expensive. His gaze darted between my sister and me, as if comparing two pieces of merchandise.
I pursed my lips and smiled at the young man. He snorted. "Just her, then. She's not as pretty as Sophie, but she looks more obedient."
The floating text above his head scrolled again.
[The Sterlings just want a plaything for their son, Greg. The older sister is in for a hard time.]
[The younger sister is smarter, giving up immediate temptation for a better future.]
My sister smiled triumphantly. Her "Mommy" calls to the dorm matron grew even more affectionate.
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Greg Sterling was the only heir to the Sterling family. Spoiled since childhood, his personality was notoriously difficult. The moment I stepped through the Sterling mansion doors, Greg tossed a dog collar at me and ordered me to put it on and bark.
"Skylar, you only wanted to be adopted by my family because we're rich, didn't you?" His smile was malicious. "Bark once, I'll give you ten thousand. How about it?"
I obediently put on the collar. Under Greg's disdainful gaze, I slowly spoke: "Then you mustn't go back on your word, young master."
That day, I followed Greg, barking for a long time. So long, in fact, that Greg finally stopped me, his face filled with disgust. "Enough! Stop barking!"
I smiled at Greg. "Understood, Young Master. That's fifty-five thousand in total. How would you like to pay?" Greg impatiently threw a card at me. It contained sixty thousand.
At dinner, it was just Greg and me. The housekeeper had still prepared a table full of food. As I was about to sit down, Greg stopped me. "Who said you could eat at the table?" Greg pointed to a new dog bowl nearby. "You like barking like a dog, don't you? Then eat with the dog." The food in the dog bowl was piled into a messy heap, a stark contrast to the beautifully plated dishes on the table. But compared to the leftovers at the orphanage, it was infinitely better. I ate heartily from the dog bowl.
Just then, I saw my sister's new social media post. It was a photo of her and her adoptive mother before dinner. On the simple round table sat a plate of bean sprouts and two bowls of rice. The caption read: "Though simple, it's very happy." After seeing it, the organic vegetables in my dog bowl tasted even better.
Before bed, Greg claimed the room Mrs. Sterling had prepared for me, telling me to sleep with the dog. I looked at the 30-square-foot wooden cabin in the yard, hugged my blanket, and crawled inside. The German Shepherd was well-behaved. Seeing me, he shrank to the side, making plenty of room. It was much more spacious than the orphanage's communal sleeping arrangements. I couldn't help but sigh. At fifteen, I finally had a single room. It felt good.
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A rich young master like Greg also had various lessons arranged by his parents, such as piano and golf. The next morning at 6:30, Greg dragged me out of the doghouse to accompany him on his morning run, then to his piano lesson. I thought he'd find some new way to humiliate me, but this time, he told me to join the class with him. This was only because Mr. Sterling would randomly check on his studies every weekend.
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