Chapter 1: The Death of a Sister

I transmigrated into a novel, where I had seven extraordinary brothers.

Among them were business elites, miraculous doctors, and famous scientists…

I was their only sister, and they concentrated all their love on me.

But what they didn’t know was that I had complete knowledge of the plot. In this novel world, I could foresee everything about the future.

My seven brothers adored me immensely; no one could bully me.

**1**

As the final note faded, Gavin’s hand lingered in the air. The audience fell silent before erupting in thunderous applause.

He was the youngest conductor in Country X, a musical prodigy. Today’s performance was his most successful since he became famous.

Exiting the venue, his assistant hurriedly handed him a phone, saying it was a call from his sister.

"Hello, this is Gavin."

Surrounded by admirers, he stepped into a luxurious restaurant. He was the youngest son of the Mitchell family, and his five brothers were already waiting for him to dine.

"This has nothing to do with me; do as you please."

With that, he took his seat.

Second Brother, Dana, who was the most famous psychologist in Country X and a professor at Cambridge University, asked with concern, "What’s wrong, Gavin? You seem troubled."

"You wouldn’t believe it. An old woman called, claiming our sister Wendy is dead and that I should come to collect her body."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the five men mirrored Gavin’s—scornful and indifferent, as if the deceased were a notorious criminal.

"An old woman? Since when does our sister interact with the downtrodden? She must have caused some trouble again, waiting for us to clean up her mess," said the fourth brother, a rising star in the literary world and a modernist icon.

"Unbelievable," the fifth brother shook his head. "Although she’s our sister, she took the last of our family’s money when we went bankrupt and ended up on the streets. If not for our cousin Sylvia secretly supporting us, we would never have recovered. Now that we’re wealthy again, she wants to reconnect. Who knows what her intentions are. We’ve given her money several times, and now she’s up to something else." The actor, Bichir, straightened up. He had once doted on this little sister, only to be deeply hurt by her, while their cousin, whom he had always overlooked, sacrificed everything for the six brothers.

The eldest brother, Claire, remained silent. As the head of the family and a business elite, his brothers looked to him for his opinion.

"Let’s go see," Claire said after a long pause, rising from his chair. "Even if our little sister wronged us, she is still our sister. If she’s really dead, as her brothers, we can’t ignore it." Wearing a sharp suit, he instructed the fifth brother to call the old woman and ask for the exact location.

They drove over ten kilometers to reach the rundown rural house the old woman mentioned. The place was dilapidated, cluttered with debris, and the only sign of life was a barking black dog.

Hearing the dog, the old woman shakily opened the door. She immediately recognized the six well-dressed, handsome men.

"It’s you! Wendy spoke of her six brothers often before she died. I’ve seen you on TV—you look even better in person!"

Wendy mentioned them?

Claire nodded politely.

"We’re sorry to intrude. You called my youngest brother about our sister’s death. We’ve come to see."

The old woman’s eyes filled with tears.

"She was such a poor child. Come with me."

The six followed the old woman into a cramped, simple yet clean room. Inside, lying on the bed, was their sister Wendy.

Claire glanced aside as the third brother, Anthony, approached to examine her.

"You’re Dr. Anthony!" the old woman exclaimed, "the world’s most renowned internist!"

Anthony remained silent, quietly checking their sister.

"No doubt about it, she’s dead."

Claire’s eyes flickered with disbelief.

The old woman retrieved a worn-out bag from a cabinet and handed it to Claire.

"This is what Wendy asked me to give you. She said it’s all she could do. Now that I’ve fulfilled my promise, you can handle her body."

Claire took the bag—it was the same one Wendy had taken when their family went bankrupt.

Inside were a small bundle of cash, a bank card, and an old phone. Claire was shocked to find that the bank card was the same one their cousin had used to send them money.

The other five also saw it, and a terrifying thought flashed through their minds.

The old phone had no password and could still be turned on. Too many mysteries surrounded them. Claire opened the phone and saw their sister’s diary in the memo.

**9.6 Cloudy**

I will do my best to help my brothers through this hardship. Keep fighting!

**9.28 Sunny**

Today, I found a job with much better pay. I feel that with my intelligence, I can earn even more! The daughter of the Mitchell family never gives up!

**10.6 Rainy**

Oh, taxis are so expensive. Getting drenched was awful, but we still need a lot for Fifth Brother’s tuition. Where will I find the money? If only my boss would give me a raise.

**11.25 Cloudy**

Today, the guy I like confessed to me. How can I be with him? I have too much responsibility. I can’t abandon my brothers when they need me!

The diary was long. The seven brothers read it with tearful eyes. Could it be that things were not as they thought? Had they been receiving help from their sister all along, while they resented her?

Their hearts ached, guilt and sorrow clashing within them. None dared to look at their small, frail sister’s body. They felt unworthy.

Wendy’s dilemma pierced them as well. How could a young girl, juggling multiple jobs, possibly cover the expenses of six brothers?

"How did my sister die?" Claire asked.

The old woman, seeing their reddened eyes, sighed deeply.

"What’s the most valuable thing in this world? Life is the most valuable. She sold everything she could to raise money, and paid the ultimate price."

The six brothers looked at Wendy’s body and couldn’t hold back their tears.

No wonder their cousin never answered their calls. No wonder the money always came right when they needed it. They had been foolish, choosing to believe their cousin over their own sister.

…

Wendy snapped the script shut with a clap, nearly throwing it away. What kind of writer made the main character share her name? Was this a deliberate jab from a rival? If she were the Wendy in the book, she would never take such humiliation. The book’s synopsis claimed she was the beloved sister of six doting brothers. Was that pampering? It was clearly abuse!

Chapter 2: Entering the Script

Wendy was now a world-renowned pop star, her global concerts always sold out. The media dubbed her "Little Taylor Swift," praising her as the most accomplished young singer worldwide. Since her rise to fame, controversies constantly surrounded her.

With fame comes trouble, and today, her assistant eagerly brought a script, saying that Hollywood director Peter specifically wanted her for the role.

"Lisa, return this script. Don’t bring me such lousy movies in the future!" Wendy snapped.

Lisa cautiously took the script back, musing, "Wendy, I read the script from start to finish. The plot changes significantly later on. I think it might be worth considering."

"Stop! I don’t care who the director is. With such a terrible opening, I don’t even want to read the rest. Return it immediately!"

"Alright, I’ll handle it right away."

"Wait, when those people come over, accompany me."

"Got it!"

The two of them stepped into the elevator, Wendy taking the opportunity to review the details of her new album. Suddenly, the elevator shook violently and came to a halt between the 28th and 29th floors.

"Wendy, are you alright?"

Wendy looked at her assistant, who had been with her for six years. Despite being terrified herself, the assistant’s first concern was Wendy’s well-being, which touched Wendy deeply.

"I’m fine. Let’s call for help immediately."

Rescue workers arrived soon after, prying open the elevator doors. Wendy insisted that her terrified assistant be rescued first. As soon as the assistant was out, the elevator made a loud noise and plummeted downward.

"Wendy!"

Her assistant’s anguished scream echoed in the elevator shaft.

...

"Sister! Sister, why are you sleeping at a time like this? Wake up, please!"

The crisp voice jolted Wendy awake. The intense light stung her eyes as she took in her surroundings.

The luxurious building was as splendid as her own home, with servants bustling about, preparing for some event that evening.

Where am I? She vividly remembered the elevator malfunctioning and hitting her head during the rapid descent. A dizzy spell, and now she was here!

She looked at the harmless face before her and asked, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"Sister, this is our home. I’m your cousin Caro. Aunt is waiting for you upstairs. You need to bring her the ring."

A ring? Caro? Cousin?

Wasn’t this the plot of the script she read earlier, *My Six Brothers Are My Backers*? She glanced around but saw no cameras, and it didn’t feel like a film set. Could she have transmigrated into that despised script?

She quickly found a reflective surface nearby to see her face. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles—a young girl’s face, but much more naive-looking.

Caro sneaked up behind her, urging her again to fetch the ring for their aunt.

She knew this scene well. Caro had already swapped the real ring for a fake one. When she handed the fake diamond ring to her mother in front of all the nobility, her mother would be humiliated and grow to despise her even more. This incident would make everyone believe she was a useless, pretty face, while Caro, the daughter of their uncle, would shine even brighter.

Trying to usurp my place, huh? Think you can make me, the legitimate daughter, look worse than you, the niece? Do you think I’m the same pushover as the original Wendy? If I were Wendy in the script, I’d never be so spineless.

My dear sister, you like acting, don’t you? Well, let’s see how my performance measures up.

Wendy’s lips curled into a pitiful smile.

"Sorry, sister, for worrying you. I’ll fetch the ring for Mother right away. No need to accompany me; you can wait in the front hall."

Satisfied with Wendy’s compliant demeanor, Caro sauntered off to the front hall, eager to display herself to the arriving nobles.

Wendy recalled from the script that the early-arriving Viscountess would accidentally trip on the stairs, resulting in a lifelong injury that ultimately led to the Mitchell family’s bankruptcy. The Viscountess was a national treasure, often serving as an ambassador for Country X. Her life was crucial.

Instead of going to her mother’s room, Wendy waited for the Viscountess. She soon saw a dignified, elegantly dressed woman appear at the top of the stairs.

"Excuse me, are you the Viscountess?"

Just as the Viscountess was about to descend, Wendy called out to her.

"Do you like Van Gogh’s paintings? My mother asked me to show you an original piece. Please, this way."

Wendy carefully guided the Viscountess down the stairs, preventing the impending disaster, and led her to a hidden room where Van Gogh’s painting was displayed.

The Viscountess’s eyes lit up at the sight.

"Ma’am, I always feel something different every time I see Van Gogh’s work."

The Viscountess, a lover of art, was intrigued. "Tell me more."

"Van Gogh was always lonely, never understood by his contemporaries, yet he created a world of his own. His paintings, like his life, are filled with pain and passion, reflecting a tumultuous journey."

The Viscountess looked at Wendy with admiration.

"I didn’t expect such deep understanding from someone so young. It seems Mr. Mitchell has done an excellent job raising his daughter, contrary to what rumors suggest."

Wendy’s eyes sparkled. "Thank you for the compliment, ma’am. I hope to visit you in the future."

The Viscountess smiled and nodded.

"Ma’am, my mother asked me to fetch a ring from the next room. Could you accompany me?"

The Viscountess, already impressed by Wendy, agreed readily.

Retrieving the ring, Wendy escorted the Viscountess to the main hall.

"Sister!"

Chapter 3: Sisters' Showdown

Cousin Caro was already standing with Wendy’s mother. To those unaware of the truth, they appeared more like mother and daughter, while Wendy seemed like an outsider.

"Sister, where have you been? We’ve been waiting for you, and Mother asked me to find you several times."

"Mother," Wendy approached, finally seeing her mother clearly. Dressed in a luxurious gown, adorned with countless sparkling jewels, she looked elegant and regal, fanning herself gently. She looked exactly like Wendy’s real-life mother, but her eyes held a faint trace of disdain for Wendy, making her uncomfortable.

Wendy didn’t know what Caro had done behind her back to make her mother look at her this way. It saddened her.

Seeing Mrs. Mitchell’s expression, Caro smiled smugly. She had always humbled herself in this family, aiming to replace Wendy, who she believed was inferior in every way.

"Sister, you’re finally here. Mother and I were so worried. Where’s the ring?"

"Here, I have it."

When Caro took the ring box, her eyes brimmed with triumph, eager to expose the fake diamond ring to their mother.

Impatient and malicious, aren’t we?

"Oh my! Sister! This isn’t Mother’s ring! It’s a fake!"

Her shrill voice was heard by everyone present.

"Wendy, where’s the real ring? I know that ring is unique and precious, but as Mother’s daughter, you will inherit it eventually. Why rush now?"

What? Just like that, she placed the blame on me?

Seeing Wendy silent, Caro became more aggressive, her tone sharper, "Sister, where’s the real ring? Stop playing around. We’re family!"

The party was about to start, and the hall was filled with noble ladies and daughters. Conversations ceased as they turned to watch.

Their gazes implied Wendy had stolen her mother’s ring and replaced it with a fake, only to be caught by her cousin. But as a noble daughter of the Mitchell family, why would she do such a thing?

Wendy’s eyes met her mother’s steadily as she spoke, "Mother, Caro asked me to get the ring. The servants in the room can attest that I didn’t do anything."

"But on your way from the room to the hall, you could have stolen the real one. Who can prove otherwise?" Caro insisted, smug.

Hearing the word "steal," Mrs. Mitchell frowned. Though she disliked her daughter, she was still her daughter and represented the Mitchell family. The idea that Wendy might have stolen from her was painful.

Caro, lost in her imminent victory, failed to notice Mrs. Mitchell’s changing expression.

"So, you’re accusing me of stealing from the Mitchell family?"

A gentle yet firm voice came from behind Wendy. The Viscountess stepped forward, and everyone fell silent. She was the granddaughter of a founding hero and the wife of the most esteemed Baron.

"Madam, it’s just Caro’s prank. How could it be true?" Mrs. Mitchell hadn’t seen the Viscountess standing behind Wendy.

"From the moment Wendy went to get the ring until she handed it to Caro, I was with her. I can testify that she never opened the box, nor had time to switch the ring." The Viscountess’s clear, authoritative voice reached every corner of the hall.

"With your testimony, we believe you. It must be a misunderstanding," Mrs. Mitchell hurriedly agreed, smiling.

"But..." Caro began, only to be silenced by Mrs. Mitchell’s glare.

The Viscountess looked at Caro, "Since you misunderstood your sister, you must apologize."

Caro glanced at Mrs. Mitchell, hoping for leniency. Seeing none, she asked to speak to Wendy privately to apologize and resolve their misunderstanding.

Wendy knew Caro’s intentions weren’t good, but she also had her own plans.

Hand in hand, the two girls walked into the garden, seemingly harmonious.

Once in the garden, Caro immediately pulled her hand away.

"How dare you! From childhood, you’ve caused countless problems, and I always saved you. Now you have someone backing you? I’ll never apologize to you!"

Angry, Caro tried to grab Wendy’s arm. Wendy realized that Caro, two years older and stronger, often bullied her.

Quickly, Wendy grabbed Caro’s wrist and pulled forward, making Caro lose her balance. Caro grabbed Wendy’s sleeve, but Wendy, having learned some taekwondo before becoming a singer, swiftly kicked Caro to the ground.

"Remember this: not everyone can be bullied by you! The Mitchell family raised you, and you should know gratitude!" Wendy vaguely recalled Caro’s collusion with their rivals contributing to the Mitchell family’s downfall.

As Wendy was about to leave, she noticed a man outside the railing, smiling slightly.

She waved at him, and he entered through a side gate. She guessed he had seen everything.

"Say less, live longer," Wendy softly warned, her voice filled with threat.

The man laughed lightly.

"Thank you, ma’am, for your help. My sister apologized to me," Wendy said to the Viscountess, who nodded in satisfaction.

She turned to Wendy, "You’re Wendy? You and my son were betrothed as children. He’s coming over soon. It’s time you met. The future Baroness of the Baron family shouldn’t be bullied by outsiders in her own home."

Wait, a betrothal? Wendy suddenly remembered her childhood engagement.

Chapter 4: Fiancé?

Wendy hadn't finished reading the script of *Six Brothers as My Cheat Codes*, so she wasn’t fully aware of the upcoming plot. She had seen the name Baron mentioned, and she knew from the script that her fiancé was supposed to be an old man, which she found quite off-putting.

However, since this marriage was arranged by both families, it wasn’t something that could be easily broken off. Besides, she reasoned with herself that this was only hearsay—maybe it wasn’t true after all.

As Wendy tried to calm her thoughts, her cousin Caro approached her, whispering, "Wendy, you know how important that ring is to our family! I was genuinely worried it was lost!"

"I'm really sorry for wrongly accusing you!" Caro looked at her with eyes full of fake remorse, her lips slightly pouting, seemingly reflecting on her earlier actions.

Knowing the entire plot, Wendy understood that Caro’s apology was a strategic move to gloss over the incident and restore their relationship in front of everyone, enhancing her image while making Wendy forgive her publicly.

As expected, everyone's eyes were on them, hopeful that Wendy would forgive Caro.

Wendy smiled lightly and said, "Caro, accusing me without evidence has hurt me deeply. I can’t forgive you so quickly!"

"I’m sorry," Wendy continued. "I’m feeling a bit tired. I’ll go rest for a while."

With that, Wendy covered her head and walked away, needing time to process everything.

In the garden, she found a small fountain, with a sculpture of Cupid aiming an arrow, made from the finest materials and exquisitely carved. As she began to relax, Caro followed her, watching the fountain.

"Wendy, you’re not usually like this. It was just a misunderstanding. Why won’t you forgive me?"

"Why should I forgive you?" Wendy asked.

Caro turned to her, unable to find words.

"Caro, this isn’t the first time you’ve treated me like this. From now on, I hope we can keep our distance."

Caro's smile vanished, and she looked away, taking deep breaths. When she turned back, her face bore a mocking smile.

"You think I want to be your sister? Yes, I set you up today. So what? I just can’t stand you being better than me!"

"But now I’m even happier, knowing that your fiancé, Baron’s son, is an old man. I can’t wait to see you humiliated!"

Caro approached her menacingly, forcing Wendy to the edge. Wendy raised her hand and slapped Caro hard.

"Even though I knew, hearing it from you still hurts."

Caro, having been pampered all her life, had never been slapped before. The slap shattered her pride, and she looked up in disbelief, eyes wide.

Wendy, now in a dominant position, looked down at her.

Caro, infuriated by Wendy’s stance, screamed, "Who do you think you are, hitting me?"

"You wretch! Are you looking for death?" Caro lunged at Wendy, aiming to grab her hair.

But Wendy dodged swiftly, and Caro fell into the fountain, her head dunking into the water. When she resurfaced, she was completely soaked.

Enraged and trembling, Caro snapped off part of the fountain and hurled it at Wendy. Wendy kicked it away effortlessly and then charged at Caro, lifting her and throwing her over her shoulder.

She then picked up a nearby chair and placed it on Caro, who was pinned down, unable to move.

Wendy, satisfied, dusted off her hands. "Caro, you need to control your temper."

Everything Wendy did was witnessed by a group of people. The man leading them raised an eyebrow at the scene.

Sensing someone watching her, Wendy turned to see a man with black hair and green eyes, exuding both danger and mystery. His face was like a masterpiece, crafted by an artist, but with an air of refinement.

He wore a tailored suit that emphasized his 6'3" frame, looking like a fallen angel.

Wendy, noticing his gaze, made a gesture as if zipping her lips, signaling him to keep quiet. She then flipped her hair and returned to the party.

Kairia turned to Caro, a slight smirk on his lips. This was the first time someone had dared to treat him this way. It was intriguing.

Caro, noticing them, called out, "Help me!"

The others turned to Kairia, seeking his direction.

"Help her. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do."

Following his order, they went to assist Caro, while Kairia walked inside.

Inside, people were initially delighted to see Kairia and greeted him warmly.

"Hey! We thought you had other engagements and wouldn’t make it!"

Kairia shook hands with the eldest brother, smiling. "I wouldn’t miss your invitation."

His gaze drifted to Wendy, who was observing him. Their eyes met, and Wendy gave him a threatening look.

Kairia couldn’t help but smile.

Their conversation was interrupted by Caro, who burst in, clinging to Wendy’s mother and loudly expressing her grievances.

Chapter 5: The Dinner Table Tension

“Aunt, you don’t know what happened earlier. Wendy hit me!” Caro wailed, showing her wounds to her mother, appearing as miserable as possible.

Upon seeing the marks on Caro's face, her mother’s expression darkened, and she turned angrily towards Wendy.

Wendy turned her head, seemingly unwilling to admit it, but the evidence was undeniable. It was just the two of them who went outside, so who else could it be?

Her mother pulled Caro closer, noticing her wet clothes and the slap mark on her face. Trembling with anger, she asked, "Wendy! Was it you?"

Even if she wanted to deny it, it was impossible. Wendy could only turn to face them and say, "Yes, it was me. I couldn’t stand her framing me and treating me this way. Aren’t we supposed to be sisters?"

As she spoke, Wendy also wiped away a tear, her eyes filled with grievance.

In contrast to Caro’s hysterics, Wendy’s fragile tears were much more endearing.

Caro hadn’t expected Wendy to openly reveal their earlier conversation. She looked nervously at her mother, trying to explain, but her mother continued, “Wendy, even if that’s true, you shouldn’t hit people!”

“Apologize!”

Wendy stood her ground, refusing to move. “She fell into the fountain because she lost her balance. She deserved the slap, and I’m not sorry!”

Her firm words made everyone uncomfortable. Seeing the guests present, her mother didn't want to make a scene.

She sternly said to Wendy, “Wendy, apologize!”

“I won’t!” Wendy’s defiant words were followed by tears falling from her eyes, which only made her more sympathetic.

Her brothers, seeing their sister’s distress, wanted to step forward and defend her.

As the tension grew, the old master of the Baron family intervened, trying to diffuse the situation with a laugh. “It’s just a little squabble between the girls, no need to make it ugly.”

He approached Caro, observing that despite her disheveled appearance, she wasn’t seriously hurt. “I see no real harm done. If Caro hadn’t provoked Wendy, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s clearly Caro’s fault!”

His blatant favoritism was surprising. “Let’s move on and discuss the engagement instead!”

Wendy’s heart raced at the mention of her engagement. Was she really going to marry that old man? Should she plan to run away?

As Wendy was lost in thought, the old master of the Baron family grabbed Kairia’s hand and led him to Wendy. Smiling kindly, he said, “Wendy, this is your fiancé!”

“What?” Wendy stared at Kairia in shock, seeing that he too seemed surprised to learn she was his fiancée.

Not only had he witnessed her actions earlier, but now he was supposed to be her fiancé. Despite his silence, Wendy couldn’t accept this turn of events.

Lost in thought, Wendy didn’t notice Kairia looking at her. His first impression of her was fascinating—she had gone from fierce to tearful, seeking comfort. Intriguing indeed.

“Could this really be happening? Am I actually going to marry him?”

The old master, still smiling, said, “Wendy, this engagement was arranged from childhood and agreed upon with your grandfather. It cannot be broken!”

His words crushed any hope Wendy had of escaping the engagement. She could only bite her lip and step back.

“Now that you’ve met, let’s sit down for dinner,” the old master announced.

Meanwhile, Caro, still wet and miserable, was ignored by everyone. She had always been the center of attention, and this sudden neglect was unbearable.

Feeling wronged, she scanned the room, but no one seemed to care. With no choice, she went to her room to change clothes and then joined the dinner table, finding only a seat at the far end.

Previously, she had always sat next to her aunt and uncle, but now Wendy occupied that spot. Everyone was talking to Wendy, ignoring Caro completely, which filled her with resentment.

Seeing Caro’s discomfort, her mother approached, gently wiping her forehead. “Are you feeling unwell? If you are, you can go rest.”

This sudden concern made Caro happy. She quickly grabbed her aunt’s hand, saying, “Aunt, I want to sit next to you!”

Feeling awkward, her aunt glanced around, finding no available seats. “Caro, we have guests. We can’t ask them to move.”

Caro, still dissatisfied, glanced at Wendy and said, “Then I’ll switch places with Wendy. I like the food there.”

Her words silenced the table, everyone looking at her disapprovingly.

Kairia, wiping his mouth with a napkin, looked at Caro and said, “Miss Caro, suddenly changing seats is not ladylike.”

Feeling the tension, Caro began to cry, “I just like the food there. I didn’t mean anything else. How could you think that of me?”

Her sobbing and pitiful looks fell on deaf ears. The guests, annoyed by her outburst, put down their utensils, their good mood ruined.