You’ll Regret Stealing Him from Me — My Sister Who Took My Fiancé and Celebrated Was a Fool - Chapter 6

I’m the cuter one, yet my sister always receives higher praise in social circles. I can’t accept that.

Every time I look in the mirror, I think this beautiful face, this radiant charm I’m clearly the more captivating one. And yet, the nobles always favor my sister, Seraphina. “The Altvier family’s prodigy,” “the rising star of high society” all those compliments belong to her.

I want more recognition. Anything my sister can think of, I can think of too. She’s just lucky. I’ve merely had a bit of bad luck. She always comes up with things first, but there’s no real difference between us. I could do it too if I tried. I want to prove that. No, I will prove it.

And that engagement to the duke’s heir? Infuriating. I’d make a far better duchess than her. Someone as stiff and rigid as my sister could never compare to someone as adorable and charming as me. I’ve thought about it over and over.

One day, I decided to observe my sister’s work secretly, without her noticing.

Checking guest lists, selecting menus, arranging musicians. I watched her from the shadows. Her desk was piled with documents: notes on attendees’ preferences, budget sheets, schedules.

Hmph. Simpler than I expected. I could do this too. Just make lists, choose things, arrange them. What’s so hard about that? See? My sister isn’t some genius. She just got the opportunities first.

I wanted her recognition. I wanted what she had. I wanted her fiancé for myself. That desire grew and grew—unstoppable, uncontrollable. I couldn’t bear it. If I wanted something, I had to have it.

So, I took action.

I waited for my sister to be busy, then carefully approached Lord Roderick without being noticed. If I could win him over, it would be my golden opportunity. First, I had to capture his heart.

Lord Roderick was easier to handle than I thought.

If I acted cute, he let his guard down immediately. A pleading look, a teary-eyed expression, and he’d rush to comfort me. If I listened to his complaints about my sister, he’d open up more and more. “Isabella, you’re so kind,” “You’re such a sweet, honest girl” he started saying things like that often.

So simple. But I liked men like that, easy to manipulate. He pretended to be clever, but he didn’t think deeply. Handsome, too, and heir to a dukedom? Perfect.

I got closer, letting his wariness fade. Then, at the right moment, I took the party plans from his room. Sneaking in while he was away, quietly lifting the documents from his desk.

Apparently, my sister gave him detailed reports on every party, but he never paid attention. He’d just nod along without reading them. All that effort she put into meticulous planning, and he didn’t even care how pitiful. Well, it was her fault for not keeping him properly in check. I wouldn’t make such a stupid mistake.

Either way, it worked in my favor. Lord Roderick had no idea about the party details. So, I fed them to him as if they were my own ideas. He had no choice but to believe me. That’s how I’d steal my sister’s achievements, simple.

I set the plan in motion, enlisting friends as witnesses. They helped without hesitation. Each had their own motives, but I treated them well. After all, I needed them to be useful.

My plan succeeded flawlessly. I got everything I wanted. My sister’s reputation, her fiancé, and the future title of duchess. All of it, mine.

Now, it’s my time. I can’t wait. If my sister could do it, of course I can. No, I’ll do it even better. I have charm and loveliness she lacks, and Lord Roderick is already smitten with me. He’ll help me with everything.

Nothing about this is hard. Running a party? Just make lists and give orders. I’ll copy what my sister did. It’ll work out fine.

The taste of victory was sweeter than I imagined. And thinking about the glorious days ahead just picturing them makes me giddy.