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Penny has three brothers: one is a billionaire CEO, the second is the youngest military lieutenant, and the last is a successful actor.

These three successful men had only one common ground: bullying Penny, their sore-eye of a little sister. The sister they never wished to have, and the one who claimed to be their real sister, while the sister they treasured all this time was a fake.

After living a life of maltreatment in her aunt's home, some people of high standing came to Penny with news of her real parentage. She thought she was finally saved from her aunt’s clutches, unaware that what awaited her was worse.

At 13, Penny only wished for one thing: for her brothers to love her and treat her like family, just as much as they loved their fake sister. She worked and studied ten times harder than anybody else just to be accepted by them. In her desperation, she foolishly fell into a trap set by a malicious person, not knowing her actions would result in the downfall of her brothers and her ending up in jail with a death sentence.

On her execution day, Penny had only one thought in mind:

If she ever got to go back in time, her brothers could pamper their fake sister for all she cared! She wanted nothing to do with them! And much to her surprise, Penny found herself back on the day it all began: the day she was born.

As promised, this time, she wouldn’t foolishly try to earn her brothers' love and affection. Never mind family! She’d just make a lot of money, live in luxury, and make a family of her own!

But wait, why is it now that she didn’t want anything to do with her brothers, they kept poking their noses into her business? Weren’t they supposed to pamper their fake sister? Why won’t they leave her alone?!

And how on earth was she married in this lifetime? To make matters worse, this husband she never had in her first life was suddenly volunteering to be the father of her children?!

PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS

Hugo flinched slightly before nodding. "Fine, fine. I'll do it."

"Keep your hands in the air where I can see them while you walk away," the man warned, pressing the knife closer to Atlas's neck until a thin line of blood dripped from his skin. "Don't even think about trying anything."

"I'm not," Hugo exhaled, keeping his hands raised as he carefully turned. Each step was slow, ensuring his hands remained visible. However, with his back to the man, his eyes darted around, calculating his next move.

As Hugo moved cautiously, the man followed, keeping Atlas under his blade.

"They won't untie them," Atlas murmured, keeping pace despite the sting on his neck. "Even if you kill me, they won't."

"I'm telling you, you're wasting your time." Despite the pain, Atlas turned his head slightly, letting the blade graze his skin. "Do you know why?"

Told you it wouldn’t work.