I Stopped Sharing My Beauty, and My Pop-Star Sister Lost Her Face on Live TV
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I was breathtakingly beautiful.
When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.
My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.
By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.
Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”
Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”
Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.
My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.
“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”
Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.
That night, she was trending.
[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]
She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”
The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.
That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.
“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”
Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.
I opened the system panel.
[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]
Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.
I was taking it back.
When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.
My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.
By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.
Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”
Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”
Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.
My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.
“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”
Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.
That night, she was trending.
[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]
She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”
The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.
That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.
“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”
Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.
I opened the system panel.
[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]
Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.
I was taking it back.
















































