My boyfriend’s startup failed. He couldn’t even afford rent anymore. When he came to beg me for help, he saw my luxury penthouse. His eyes lit up with greed, and he immediately called his entire family to move in. His parents rushed over from their rural town. The whole family lived off me, ate my food, and spent my money. Instead of showing a single shred of gratitude, they blamed me for spending too much. Just because I bought a small gourmet cupcake, his parents locked me out of my own apartment, demanding I kneel in the hallway all night to “reflect on my mistakes.” “Your money? Even you belong to my son! If you don’t obey, we’ll beat you to death!” I fought back, but during the struggle, my boyfriend pushed me down the stairs. My head hit the marble floor, and I died in a pool of blood, my eyes wide with disbelief. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment my boyfriend’s mother slapped me over the cupcake. Seeing her smug, arrogant face, I didn’t hesitate. I dialed 911 on the spot, called my personal bodyguards, and had them kick every single one of them out. “Did you really think I was a pushover? You want to suck my blood?” “I’m giving you three days. You will spit out every single penny you stole from me!”
“Are you insane? Who told you to buy an eight-dollar cupcake? Do you know how many cartons of eggs eight dollars can buy?!” A piercing, screeching female voice echoed in my ears. My vision was still a bit blurry. The voice continued to screech, “You’re spending my son’s hard-earned money! You useless spendthrift, I’m going to teach you a lesson!” I blinked, my mind in a daze, only to realize I was back in my own apartment. Brenda Miller, my boyfriend’s mother, was glaring at me. Her fleshy face was twisted with rage, and her eyes looked like they wanted to burn me alive. My hand clenched around the bakery bag, crushing the cupcake inside. Seeing my reaction, Brenda got even angrier. She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. “How dare you glare at me! You bitch, you need to learn some manners!” “Look at you, ruining a perfectly good cupcake! I’m going to beat some respect into you today!” Feeling the stinging burn on my cheek, the truth finally sank in. I had really been reborn. The humiliation and torture of my past life were still fresh in my mind. Looking at the arrogant Brenda in front of me, a dark, raging fire ignited in my chest. After dating for two years, my boyfriend, Justin Miller, and I graduated from college. I joined my family’s conglomerate to prepare to take over the business. Justin, on the other hand, wanted to start from scratch to build his own empire. During that time, I secretly funded him with hundreds of thousands of dollars, hoping he would succeed. Unfortunately, Justin was not business material. After six months of playing CEO, he blew through all the money. He was so broke he couldn’t even afford his rent. One evening after work, I saw Justin standing by the entrance of my building, dragging a suitcase, looking like a beaten dog. He looked at me with pitiful, begging eyes. “Chloe, you’re the only one who truly cares about me in this city.” He was handsome. Seeing him humble himself and beg me, I couldn’t bear to say no. So, I took him upstairs. How could I have known that the moment Justin stepped into my 3,000-square-foot luxury penthouse, his eyes would gleam with pure greed? He whipped out his phone and called his parents in their small hometown. “Mom, Dad! I got a massive penthouse in the city! Come over right now!” His parents moved fast. The very next day, they showed up at my door with massive bags, happily marching into my apartment. Without even asking, they took over my master bedroom. Justin moved into the guest room, while I—the actual owner of the apartment—was relegated to the tiny maid’s room. I told Justin this was completely inappropriate, but he just waved his hand impatiently. “My parents worked hard in the countryside their whole lives. What’s wrong with them wanting to enjoy a little luxury now?” “Chloe, you said you loved me and my family. Is this how you show it? My parents will be so heartbroken if they hear this.” ###
Hearing him say that, I didn’t want to seem difficult. I suppressed my discomfort and tried my best to take care of his family. During that time, they lived off me completely. His mother used my $500 La Mer cream as foot moisturizer. His father put out his cheap, smelly cigars right on my luxury leather sofa. They even forced me to kneel on the floor every night, wash Justin’s dirty gym socks by hand, and give him foot massages. They claimed it was “preparation” for me to become a good wife. I protested, but every time I raised my voice, Justin would shut me down with “family values” and “respecting elders.” I felt incredibly suffocated, but I didn’t know how to fight back against his guilt-tripping. I could only swallow my tears. On my way home one day, I saw a bakery selling delicious cupcakes and bought one. Life had been so bitter lately. I just wanted something sweet to cheer myself up. But the moment I reached my door, before I could even step inside, Brenda blocked my way, her hands on her hips. She poked my forehead with her thick, dirty finger, staring at the cupcake bag in my hand with sheer disgust. “Who allowed you to buy such expensive garbage? How much did this cost?!” “It wasn’t expensive. It was only eight dollars.” I was tired and didn’t want to argue in the hallway, so I answered quietly. But those words made Brenda explode. She lunged forward and slapped me three or four times across the face. She grabbed my hair with one hand and slammed my head against the wall with the other. As a woman who did manual labor in the countryside, she was incredibly strong. I couldn’t break free. My vision went black, and my ears were ringing. Then, Brenda kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to drop to the floor. “You worthless spendthrift! You’ll kneel out here tonight and think about what you did!” No matter how good-tempered I was, I couldn’t take her abuse anymore. I stood up and started screaming back at her. The noise brought Justin and his father out. After listening to Brenda’s twisted, exaggerated version of the story, they both looked at me with cold, dark faces. “The Miller family doesn’t need an disobedient woman like you. Kneel down right now!” I was going crazy. I looked at Justin, hoping he would say something reasonable. “Justin! Whose apartment is this?!” “Your entire family is living on my dime! I buy one cupcake and your mother acts like I committed a federal crime! Who is the one in the wrong here?!” But Justin just stepped forward, grabbed me by my collar, and said with disgusting arrogance, “Once you marry into my family, not only does your money belong to me, but you do too! If you don’t obey us, we’ll beat you to death.” I was utterly shocked by his toxic, brainwashed mindset. Once I snapped out of it, I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Go to hell! We are breaking up! I would never marry you!” “Chloe Henderson, how dare you!” In the heat of the argument, Justin lost his temper. He shoved me hard. I lost my balance and tumbled backward down the stairs. My head slammed violently against the concrete steps. Warm, crimson blood began to pool around me. Right before I lost consciousness, I struggled to look up at Justin. He was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at me. There was no panic, no regret in his eyes—only coldness and a smug smirk. “An disobedient woman deserves to be taught a lesson.” Thinking back to that moment, I looked up at the smug Brenda, who had just slapped me. A cold smile crept onto my lips. In my past life, my kindness made me a victim, and it cost me my life. In this life, I am going to make you pay it all back with interest. I immediately sent a Snapchat message to my personal bodyguards, telling them to come upstairs. Then, under Brenda’s shocked gaze, I dialed 911. “Hi, I’d like to report a violent home invasion.” ###
My bodyguards were on duty 24/7. Within minutes of receiving my message, six massive, muscular men rushed up the stairs, completely surrounding Justin’s family. Looking back, I was so stupid in my past life. To protect Justin’s fragile male ego, I had dismissed the bodyguards my family hired for me. That mistake allowed him to push me to my death. Being blinded by love is truly a disease. Even a zombie would sniff my brain and walk away vomiting. The six bodyguards were all over six-foot-two. They stood there silently, radiating an intimidating aura. The sight immediately terrified Justin. His eyes widened in shock. He pointed a trembling finger at the guards, looking at me in disbelief. “Chloe, what is going on? Did you call these guys?!” His reaction was exactly as I expected. To protect his pathetic self-esteem, I had never told him about my family’s actual wealth. Under the cold glares of the bodyguards, Justin’s tough-guy attitude vanished. He stopped calling me names and instantly softened his voice. “Chloe…” Seeing him change his face so quickly was honestly hilarious. How did I waste two years of my life on such a pathetic, disgusting man? Since I didn’t answer, Justin cautiously took a step forward, trying to grab my sleeve. “Chloe, my mom was just giving you some advice. There’s no need to overreact.” “And I heard you calling the police about a home invasion… You weren’t talking about my family, right?” I smiled coldly and stepped back, letting my bodyguards block him. I made it crystal clear that I wanted nothing to do with him. “Who else would be the home invaders besides your parasite family?” “You live in my place, eat my food, and spend my money. I treated you guys like guests, and you turned out to be a pack of wild dogs!” “I’m giving you exactly thirty minutes. Pack your trash and get the hell out of my apartment!” My words turned Justin’s face bright red. He stared at me, his eyes full of disbelief. “Chloe Henderson! I am your boyfriend! How can you treat me like this?” “Do you want me to break up with you?!” Brenda finally snapped out of her shock. Hearing Justin’s words, she immediately stood tall, chin raised high, looking at me with absolute contempt. “Did you hear that? Apologize to me right now, or my son will dump you!” “So what if you have some money? You’re just a used, secondhand woman!” “Once my son dumps you, no man will ever want you!” I almost laughed out loud at Brenda’s sheer ignorance. I had money, a great career, and an incredibly powerful family. Did she honestly think Justin was some kind of prize? If Justin hadn’t begged and pleaded on his knees for months in college, I would have never even looked at him. Before Brenda could finish her rambling, I interrupted her impatiently. “Do you think your son is some kind of gold? In my eyes, he’s nothing but a pile of dog shit.” “Pack your bags and get out. I don’t have time to waste on you.” The moment I finished speaking, the six bodyguards took a step forward, towering over Justin’s family. Arthur Miller, who had been silent the entire time, tapped his cheap cigar and finally spoke in a low, gravelly voice. “Chloe, you and Justin have been together for two years. A young lady shouldn’t be this heartless.” “We will leave. But we can’t find a place to stay in this city overnight. Let us stay for just two more days.” As he spoke, I didn’t miss the cunning, calculating gleam in his eyes. You think you can play mind games with me? I smiled. “Sure. I’ll give you two days.” With that, I walked past them with my bodyguards and called a professional cleaning service to scrub down my master bedroom. Seeing their cheap clothes and shoes being thrown into the living room, Brenda stamped her feet in anger. “You miserable little bitch…” The moment she started cursing, six terrifying bodyguards glared down at her. She shut her mouth instantly. “Dirty woman, hanging around so many men. Disgusting,” she whispered under her breath, but her eyes couldn’t help but wander around my living room, eyeing the expensive designer decor. I saw her greedy little glances and sneered in my heart. Go ahead, keep playing. Let’s see what kind of grave you dig for yourselves. ###
The next morning, I purposely sent all my bodyguards away, leaving Justin’s family alone in the apartment while I went to work. When I returned in the evening and unlocked the door, I found the place completely trashed, looking like it had been cleared out by thieves. I glanced toward the hidden Ring camera I had installed. Pretending to be panicked, I ran through the rooms, checking what was missing. My bodyguards, who had received my message, rushed in to help me take inventory of the stolen items. By the time we totaled the losses, Justin and his family were nowhere to be found. I slammed my hand on the table, pretending to be furious. “It must be Justin! They stole everything!” Just as the words left my mouth, Justin and his parents walked in, looking completely nonchalant. Seeing the mess in the living room, a flash of smug satisfaction crossed Justin’s eyes. But he quickly forced a shocked expression onto his face. “Chloe! What happened? Did we get robbed?!” I nodded with a heavy face. “As you can see, thieves stole all the valuables.” Brenda let out a loud shriek and ran toward the guest room. She started screaming hysterically, then ran back to the living room, pointing a finger at me. “Chloe Henderson! You owe us money! Our stuff is gone too!” Even though I knew they had stolen everything themselves, seeing Brenda act so righteous made my blood boil. If I hadn’t watched the live feed on my phone earlier—seeing them carry my luxury goods out box by box—I might have actually been fooled by her acting. They were absolutely heartless! When Justin’s startup failed, I took him in out of kindness, only to bring a family of venomous snakes into my home. They tried guilt-tripping, they tried threatening, and they even tried violence. But once I brought in my bodyguards, all their little tricks failed. Since they couldn’t suck any more blood out of me, they decided to rob me blind and sell my belongings for cash. As the saying goes, “poor towns breed thieves.” I had finally witnessed the peak of human greed and malice. The loud commotion quickly drew the attention of the neighbors. People from the upper and lower floors started gathering in the hallway, whispering and peeking inside. Seeing a crowd forming, Brenda’s eyes spun with mischief. She sat flat on the floor, slapping her thighs, and began to wail at the top of her lungs. “What a tragedy! This is karma!” “We lived here peacefully and never had any issues. The moment she tries to kick us out, the place gets robbed!” “This is God punishing her for being so cruel to her future in-laws!” Her dramatic performance immediately sparked whispers among the neighbors. A well-dressed older woman stepped forward to ask what was going on. Brenda quickly pointed at me. “This terrible girl is throwing me and my husband out! She’s trying to dump my son!” “I only gave her some motherly advice, telling her not to waste money. But she threw a tantrum, screamed at my son, and even hired these thugs to beat us up!” After spitting out her lies, Brenda looked up, waiting for the neighbors to join in and condemn me. But the outrage she expected never came. Instead, the neighbors looked at her like she was an absolute idiot. Brenda froze, her voice stuttering. “Why… why aren’t you guys yelling at her?” “She doesn’t obey her man, and she respects no elders! How can a woman like this be allowed to run wild?!” Standing nearby, I let out a cold laugh. This was an ultra-luxury apartment complex. Anyone who could afford to live here was at least upper-middle class. In this wealthy neighborhood, most families only had one child. Girls here were raised like pampered princesses; their parents and grandparents treated them like precious gems. The internet even had a term for girls like us: *the spoiled trust-fund daughters*. Trying to bully a local wealthy only-daughter in front of these rich suburban neighbors? Brenda had just run straight into a brick wall.
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