My younger sister became infatuated with stories about real and fake heiresses after finishing college. She convinced herself that she was the lost daughter of a Noble Aristocrat, living a life of luxury. She acted like an heiress, treating our mother as her maid, our father as her chauffeur, and using me as her emotional outlet. She even went to great lengths to prove that she wasn’t biologically part of the Johnson Family. Later, she heard that a Noble Aristocrat family was searching for their daughter, missing for eighteen years. She forged her ID and household registration, managing to pose as a twenty-year-old college student despite being twenty-four. She wept her way to their doorstep but was immediately exposed as a fraud and thrown out. Soon afterward, at the recognition banquet for the Aristocrat’s daughter, my sister disguised herself as a server and attacked the true heiress. To reduce her sentence, our family sold the house and cars, drained our savings, only for her to give us a bottle of cyanide upon her release.
As my parents and I clutched our stomachs and collapsed in our thirty-square-meter rental, my sister laughed gleefully. Mom struggled over to her, clutching her pant leg, and asked why. She kicked Mom away, throwing the food on the table at us. Her eyes were wild and threatening. “You bunch of losers! It’s your fault I’m stuck as a nobody while others are born into wealth! If you weren’t holding me back, I’d already be a billionaire’s heiress. If you all just died, no one could say I’m a Johnson!” We died in disappointment and resentment. When I opened my eyes again, my sister was complaining about Mom’s Seafood Medley Porridge not meeting her standards. “I told you I want Seafood Medley Porridge. You’re an adult, yet you can’t even cook properly. Aren’t you afraid I’ll starve?” Since graduating college and struggling to find a job, she got hooked on those fake heiress novels. She read so much, she started fantasizing about being a lost daughter of a Noble Aristocrat, dreaming that some wealthy tycoon would recognize her one day. Over time, she got so deeply absorbed in this fantasy that she couldn’t pull herself out. She behaved like an heiress every day, ordering mom to make extravagant dishes. “You don’t get it, heiresses eat like this. If you can’t cook it, learn!” Whenever she wanted to go out, regardless of the time, one call and Dad had to be waiting with the car. “No sense of time. If you make me late, I’ll never ride with you again!” If she was in a bad mood, I would bear the brunt of it. “How can you be so oblivious? See me upset and not know to give gifts and sweet talk to cheer me up? I can’t have such a clueless sister!” I couldn’t take it, wanted to yell back, but Mom always stopped me. “Nora, Phoebe is under a lot of pressure because she can’t find a job. She’s just being harsh. She’s still young, give it time, she’ll come around.” So I waited and waited. Waited for the day she tried to claim kinship with a billionaire! Waited for the day she attacked someone! Waited for the day she put cyanide in our food! This ungrateful creature doesn’t deserve to live! If she’s so picky about Mom’s porridge, then she shouldn’t eat it! I was about to throw her bowl into the trash in front of our parents when Mom, usually so mild, beat me to it. She smashed my sister’s bowl and chopsticks, then slapped her across the face. “If you’re not cooking, keep quiet. Be grateful you have food! Twenty-four and still living off us? Have some shame!” “I’m telling you, from now on, you eat what I make, no bargaining! Eat it or starve.” My sister was stunned, a bright red handprint on her face. She shakily pointed at me. “Why say I’m mooching? She’s thirty and still living here. Doesn’t she mooch more than me?” Mom snorted, hands on hips, like she owned the place. “How can you compare to Nora? This new house you live in, she paid the down payment and she’s paying the mortgage. You’re being generous calling her ungrateful!” My sister was speechless at Mom’s rebuttal. She looked left and right, seeing Dad and I had no intention of speaking up for her, finally broke. “You… you dare treat me this way? When my Noble parents find me, I’ll have them get back at you!” Then she cried and stomped out. Dad slammed the door behind her. We three exchanged glances, then all asked at once, “You… you all came back to life too?”
Even though breakfast was just a simple shrimp porridge, it was the happiest meal I’d had in two lifetimes. I went to work in high spirits, Mom went off to meet friends, Dad went fishing, lively as ever. But our joy was short-lived; the Police Station called. The Police said someone accused us of human trafficking! My parents and I all rushed to the Police Station, exchanging knowing looks when we met at the entrance. We knew Phoebe Johnson could cause trouble, but not to this extent. In the past life, she tried to prove she wasn’t biologically our parents’ with her physical traits. She’d say she had a mole none of us did or claim she had Type O blood while we were all Type A. She insisted her high intelligence meant she wasn’t a Johnson. “I’m telling you, Johnson is too common a surname for me. My real name must be Parker or Green, and at worst, it’s Quinn!” I thought she was just out of her mind from reading too many novels! Her crazed image, etched in my mind through life and death, fueled my dislike for her. The Police looked at Dad, then at my sister, who looked just like him, and frowned. “Phoebe Johnson, didn’t you say the Johnson Family trafficked you? Do you have any evidence?” My sister, oblivious to the Police’s doubt, sat down arrogantly. “Evidence? Isn’t it your job to find evidence?” “You’re taking taxpayer money but not doing your job. If you delay my recognition, I’ll report you!” The Police were unfazed, turning to us instead. Mom took out the birth certificate, household registration, and photos from the hospital after giving birth to my sister, speaking softly to the Police. “Oh, the misfortune! My perfectly fine daughter, after graduation, got stressed from job hunting and started saying she’s a Noble Aristocrat.” Dad sighed too. “Given how we look, no one would believe we aren’t her real parents!” My parents were known for their good looks in their youth. I inherited Mom’s oval face and widow’s peak, while my sister got Dad’s refined features. Her height of 5’8″ did give her a certain heiress-like vibe. But looking the part doesn’t mean being the part. My sister, hearing our parents refuse to back her up, began shouting. “You bad people, you just want to keep me here to extort my wealthy parents!” “I’m telling you, losers will always be losers, no matter what you do! I’ll make sure you all end up in jail!” The Police were stunned at my sister’s outburst. Meanwhile, my parents and I were used to it, ignoring her completely. I tapped my head, apologizing softly to the Police. “Officer, my sister has some mental issues, please don’t mind her.” In the end, with Mom’s ample evidence, the Police scolded my sister and sent us all out. My sister pouted, shouting at us. “I can’t possibly be related to you! Look at your loser vibes, how can you even compare to me?” “And this crappy car worth only twenty grand? I’m embarrassed to ride it!” My parents exchanged a glance, hurriedly got in the car, and locked the doors before she could get in. “If it’s embarrassing, find your own way back!” And with Mom’s urging, I slipped into the driver’s seat, buckled up, and followed Dad, speeding off. My sister was so mad she nearly flew off the ground.
The Police Station was a bit far from our home. My sister canceled over ten ride requests for not being fancy enough, eventually getting blacklisted by the app. By the time she came home, looking like she’d been through a lawsuit, Mom hadn’t saved her any dinner. She clutched her growling stomach, rummaged through the fridge three times, then stormed downstairs to buy a box of instant noodles. After sulking in her room for days, she suddenly got all dressed up, looking like a peacock, and rushed out. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to throw down a threat: “Just wait, soon I’ll uncover my true identity. When I become a Noble Aristocrat, I’ll expose how you’ve mistreated me!” I glanced at my phone’s date; it was the exact time the billionaire had put out a missing person notice in the past life. Everywhere—the phone, TV, newspapers—buzzed with news about the Golden River Billionaire’s precious daughter who went missing at two years old, offering a reward for any leads. She had been holed up in her room for days, but suddenly she emerged, all dressed up and excitedly rushed out the door. As she left, she hurled a parting shot at us, “Just wait, soon I’ll uncover my true lineage. Once I become part of the Blueblood Aristocracy, I’ll make sure everyone knows how you’ve mistreated me!” I checked the date on my phone. It coincided exactly with when the Billionaire had issued a missing person notice in my previous life. Across phones, television, and newspapers, every platform was reporting that the Golden River Billionaire’s beloved daughter had gone missing at the age of two, with a reward offered for any information. In my past life, my sister’s eyes lit up when she saw this news. I thought she was just looking to make some quick cash from the reward. Unexpectedly, she fancied herself the lost Blueblood Aristocrat. Even when Mom and Dad showed her the paternity test results, she refused to believe them. “How could you be so selfish? You even forged a paternity test to keep me here. I have no respect for you!” She was truly obstinate, refusing to see the truth! The Blueblood Green Family from Golden River isn’t naive; there’s no way they’d let her in. Just like before, my sister didn’t even meet anyone from the Green Family before she was turned away. There was no chance; their daughter went missing at two, and eighteen years have passed, so she’d only be twenty now. But my sister is already twenty-four, turning twenty-five in half a month. So, the person handling the initial screening saw the birthdate on her ID and didn’t bother to look at her before dismissing her. Her morning makeover was entirely wasted. She was furious but had no choice. After all, they were looking for their biological daughter, not a daughter-in-law. No matter how good-looking, it was irrelevant. At this point, any normal person would accept reality and return to their life. But my sister isn’t normal. She believes she has a hidden, superior identity. She took all the New Year’s money Mom had saved for her and used it to forge an ID and household registration. Confidently, she prepared to go to the Green Family again to claim her kinship. That evening, she reverted to acting like an Heiress, demanding that Mom buy her luxury items. A designer bag, a luxury watch, a limited edition dress—everything had to be included. “This is your last chance to gain my favor. When I return to the Green Family, I’ll repay you tenfold for these!” Mom looked at her as if she were foolish, then pulled out her phone to transfer money. My sister’s eyes lit up immediately. “Fine then! Transfer the money to me, and I’ll buy it myself so I won’t waste your time.” As she finished speaking, my phone chimed. Fifty thousand dollars were transferred to my bank account—the entirety of our family’s savings. Mom intended to save it for my sister’s and my dowry, but now it was all given to me. “Nora, I see you’ve been struggling with the mortgage. This savings can help pay some off, lightening your burden. Go pay it right now!” she said, pushing me out the door. Realizing what was happening, my sister rushed over to stop me, grabbing my wrist and yelling at Mom. “Why did you give her all the money?” “I’m part of this family, so half of that savings should be mine. Give it back to me right now!” “I’m telling you, I’ll soon reunite with my biological parents. If they find out about your abuse, they won’t let you get away with it!” Seeing Mom not wanting to pay her any attention, my sister, who always tried to outshine me, now saw me as an enemy and tried to scratch my face. Swiftly, I pushed her away. “Phoebe, are you out of your mind? Acting like this, you don’t deserve to be Mom and Dad’s daughter!” With reddened eyes, she clutched her stomach and tried to advance, but Mom slapped her from behind. “Ungrateful girl! What right do you have to demand money? That savings—some of it is from your Dad’s and my lifelong savings, and some of it is your sister’s filial contribution. It has nothing to do with you!” “You’re an adult now, and since you don’t want to be our daughter, you should move out today!” Dad, who once couldn’t bear to say a harsh word to her, now silently stood behind me, signaling his agreement with Mom’s decision. Although we can’t compare to an Aristocratic family, Mom and Dad have always indulged my sister in everything. Food, clothing, and necessities—they provided her with everything. I was grateful to have a blood-related sibling, so I spoiled her unconditionally too. Even my favorite things, if she wanted them, I’d give them to her.
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