On my wedding day, my fiancé blocked the car door and wouldn’t let me get in. “I’m not here for you today.” Seeing me frozen in place, not knowing what to do, his groomsmen burst into laughter. “Game over, boys. I won,” my fiancé said, patting one of the groomsmen on the shoulder. “Damn, Lucas, you actually did it. You really got her,” the groomsman said. “Transfer me the money you lost plus your wedding gifts. Don’t short me a single cent.” Then my sister, Vivian, wearing the same style wedding dress as me, got into the wedding car with Lucas’s help. The wedding car sped away. I wanted to chase after it, but my family surrounded me. My oldest brother, a top celebrity, stood in front of me. “Lucas’s true love has always been Vivian. She’s the one he wants to marry. Today is their wedding day, so you better behave yourself.” My mother, an award-winning actress, took my hand. “Emma, your sister has depression and has always been suicidal. Only Lucas can keep her stable. Just let her have this.” My billionaire father scoffed. “She already enjoyed eighteen years of Vivian’s life. Now she’s just giving up one man. That is not a big problem.” Then they had people lock me in the house to prevent me from causing a scene at the wedding spot. I didn’t cry or throw a fit. I could barely suppress the smile at the corner of my lips.
After the bodyguards shoved me into the mansion, a system notification immediately sounded in my head. “Do you confirm choosing death to leave this world?” “Confirm.” “Please select method of death.” “I want to jump off a building and die right in front of Lucas and the Sinclair family. Let them regret this for the rest of their lives.” “Generating method of death… Method of death confirmed. After the host’s death, you will receive a system reward of one hundred million dollar. Once confirmed, this cannot be changed.” “Confirm.” This was my twenty-first year in this world, and the third year since Vivian was brought back. I’m a transmigrator. My current identity is the fake heiress of a billionaire family, while my sister Vivian is the real heiress who was switched at birth. Originally an orphan with both parents dead, I felt incredibly lucky after transmigrating into this world. Because not only did I have a mom and dad, I also had an older brother who doted on me, loved me, and protected me. But everything changed on my eighteenth birthday, when Dad brought Vivian home. All the doors and windows of the mansion were locked, and they had several people watching me. “Miss Emma, you better stay put in this house, or you’ll regret it.” Mrs. Patterson stood in front of me holding a baseball bat, looking like she was ready to strike. Her expression reminded me of a villain about to torture the heroine in some period drama. I only took two steps toward the door when I suddenly felt a blow to my leg. I immediately collapsed to my knees in pain. “Miss Emma, Miss Vivian specifically instructed me—if you dare disobey, I’m to break your legs.” She suddenly shouted, “Miss Emma refuses to listen and insists on crashing the wedding! Everyone, stop her!” Several bodyguards immediately grabbed their clubs and walked toward me.
I backed away in terror. “What are you doing! I didn’t even run! How can you just use violence against me!” “Miss Emma, you think we don’t know what you’re thinking? Even if you’re not running now, that doesn’t mean you won’t try later.” “Instead of watching you constantly, it’s safer to just break your legs. As long as I’m here, don’t even think about ruining Miss Vivian’s wedding!” “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my parents!” “So what if you tell them? When the time comes, I’ll just say you tried to force your way out and jumped from the second floor, breaking your own legs. They won’t do anything about it!” “Get her!” They swarmed me, swinging their clubs at my body. I could hear my bones shattering. Large patches of my white wedding dress were stained red—a horrifying sight. But these people showed no mercy, as if they wouldn’t stop until they beat me to death. “If I die here today, the Sinclair family won’t let you get away with this!” “You still think you’re the Sinclair family’s precious heiress? You’re nothing but a mistake—a nobody they took in by accident! The master and mistress only let you stay because they pitied you!” “When Miss Vivian first came back, they wanted to send you away. If the young master hadn’t begged them, saying it was like keeping an extra dog around the house, you think you’d still be here?” “And you want to steal Miss Vivian’s husband? Keep dreaming!” I suddenly laughed. “So you’re not actually afraid of me ruining the wedding—you want to kill me!” “You dying from a fall while trying to escape isn’t impossible, don’t you think, Miss Emma?” I was terrified. I could die, but not like this—not so carelessly. And this wasn’t the death I’d chosen. What if I couldn’t go back? I don’t know where I found the strength, but I shoved the person in front of me down and knocked over the eternal flame my mother had lit for Vivian on the high table. The lamp crashed to the ground and ignited the nearby curtains. The mansion burst into flames instantly. “Damn little bitch, how dare you start a fire!” While they were panicking, I dragged my broken leg and escaped. The residential area was covered with security cameras, so they didn’t dare chase me. Wearing my blood-soaked wedding dress, I limped along the road with my broken leg, trying to flag down a taxi to get to the hotel. Maybe I looked too terrifying—not a single taxi would stop for me. Finally, a kind young woman pulled over and asked if I needed help. Only then was I able to beg her to take me to the hotel. This hotel belonged to my father, and all the staff knew me. So even though the security guards and front desk saw me, they didn’t dare stop me. When I reached the entrance of the reception hall, my brother and parents were all there. They were enthusiastically greeting every guest who came for the wedding, their faces beaming with happiness. Until they saw me. Their smiles froze.
This wedding had made national headlines, so many media reporters were there. When they saw me suddenly burst in, they all crowded around to take photos. My brother strode up to me. “What are you doing here!” “Useless idiots, can’t even keep an eye on one girl!” “Look at yourself! You made yourself look like this on purpose just to bring us bad luck, didn’t you!” “You want to be on the front page that badly? You want fame that much!” Mom ran over, her eyes full of worry. “Emma, what happened to you? Is that blood on your dress?” “Yes, it’s blood. All my blood. I was beaten half to death by people Vivian arranged. I barely escaped from the house.” Dad raised his hand and slapped me. Blood immediately trickled from the corner of my mouth. “Shameless thing! You just can’t stand to see your sister happy, can you!” Mom grabbed my hand. “Emma, you’re saying Vivian’s people beat you?” My brother yanked Mom away. “That’s impossible. This is definitely paint. She loves putting on a show for the media!” He grabbed my wrist and started dragging me toward the exit. I stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground. My broken leg was exposed to everyone, and the entire room went silent in shock. The bone in my lower leg had already pierced through the flesh and was visible. I had been standing before them dragging this broken leg the whole time. A normal person with injuries this severe would have long been unable to stand from the pain. Fortunately, the system took pity on me and activated a pain defense system, so I couldn’t feel any pain at all. Mom covered her mouth and cried. “Emma, how did you get hurt so badly!” Even Dad’s eyes flashed with concern. “How did you let yourself end up like this!” Even my brother, who had just been hostile toward me, was too shocked to speak. Lucas pushed through the crowd and saw me lying on the ground. “Emma?” I raised my blood-covered face to look at him. “Perfect timing. I have a few questions for you.” Vivian came rushing over too, wearing her pristine white wedding dress, looking so pure and innocent. But her face was streaked with tears. “Emma, today is the most important day of my life. Do you have to ruin it!” She trembled as she cried. “Why do you have to target me? You’ve already taken everything from me!” “I just want Lucas. Can’t you just let us be together!” My brother tried to help me up. “I’ll take you to the hospital.” Vivian’s voice shook with tears. “The ceremony is about to start. Are you leaving?” “This is just Emma’s scheme to gain sympathy. Do you really believe I would have my own sister beaten like this?” My brother let go of my hand. “Emma Sinclair, you’re insane. To frame Vivian, you actually did this to yourself.” “Go to the hospital yourself. Don’t worry—the Sinclair family won’t tolerate having a cripple around. We’ll find the best doctors to fix your leg.” I knew nothing I said would matter, so I gritted my teeth and stood up. “I just want to say a few things. Then I’ll leave.” “Lucas, from the moment you started dating me, it was all just a bet between you and your friends. You never had real feelings for me, did you?”
“Yes.” Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I once thought I was the luckiest person in this world. I had parents and a brother who loved me, and a man who cherished me like a treasure. Turns out it was all just an illusion—a reflection in water that scattered the moment you touched it. I could have chosen to stay in this world forever, to be with this family. But now, my resolve to go back was stronger than ever. “One last question.” “Why did you wait until our wedding day to tell me the truth, when you already had me?” “Because Vivian was worried you couldn’t handle it, so she asked me to keep it from you.” I laughed loudly. “How kind of you, dear sister. To spare my feelings, you waited until the wedding day to tell me this was all just a bet.” “Making me stand here in a wedding dress like a fool, watching you two get married—wasn’t that meant to humiliate me?” “That’s ridiculous! Vivian isn’t as scheming as you’re making her out to be!” I smiled bitterly. “Not scheming? Since she came home, she’s attempted suicide at least a hundred times.” “Has she ever actually succeeded? People who truly want to die don’t need to be saved!” “Shut up! How can you say that about your sister!” Dad tried to hit me again, but Mom held him back. “Enough. Emma’s hurt this badly—stop hitting her.” “Dad, I’m your daughter too. You raised me with your own hands. Just because I’m not your biological child, does that mean I don’t deserve your trust!” “You’re claiming your sister had you beaten. Do you really think I’d believe such an outrageous lie!” The moment Vivian heard that, she had an episode. She clutched her chest and fell backward. “Emma, how can you slander me like this? Are you trying to kill me!” I looked at her coldly and laughed. “If you really want to die that badly, come up to the rooftop with me right now. We can die together—how about that?” Lucas flew into a rage. He rushed forward and wrapped his hand around my throat. “If you want to die, go die alone! If you dare upset Vivian again, I’ll kill you myself!” He choked me until I could barely breathe. Just when I thought he might actually strangle me to death, he let go. “Get out of my sight. Just looking at you disgusts me!” I shuffled toward the elevator step by step. “I’ll go. After this, none of you will ever see me again.” “Emma, where are you going? The exit is that way.” Mom took a few steps after me, but Dad held her back. “Forget about her. Let her go wherever she wants. Vivian’s wedding is more important.” The whole family went to comfort Vivian. No one cared that I had already taken the elevator to the hotel rooftop. Standing on the roof, I was just one step away from going home. I was waiting for the right moment. I had to jump at the exact time the system specified, or I wouldn’t make it back. Someone noticed I was about to jump and called the police. The police arrived quickly and set up a safety airbag below. The wedding ceremony had just ended. The Sinclair family was seeing off guests at the main entrance when they noticed someone about to jump. My brother immediately exploded with anger. “Who the hell is this? What kind of bad luck—jumping from our hotel on my sister’s wedding day!” “Mr. Sinclair, it’s Miss Emma!” Everyone’s expression changed. Lucas actually laughed out loud. “Emma Sinclair? She’s just putting on a show. If she actually jumps, I’ll eat shit!” Vivian collapsed weakly into Lucas’s arms. “Why won’t Emma just leave me alone? Why does she have to push me to death! Maybe I never should have come back to the Sinclair family. Maybe I shouldn’t even be alive!” Lucas held Vivian tightly. “Mom, Dad—just send Emma away. As long as she exists, Vivian will never be okay.” Dad nodded gravely. “Tell the police to remove the airbag. Emma would never actually jump. Making such a big scene is exactly what she wants.” My brother thought for a moment, then went to talk to the police. “Officer, please remove the safety airbag. My sister is just messing around. She won’t really jump.” “If we remove the airbag and something happens to the person, we won’t be held responsible.” “You won’t need to be. Emma would never actually go through with it.” Under the family’s insistence, the police removed the safety airbag. I let out a breath of relief up on the roof. With that airbag there, I was worried I might not actually die from the fall. Lucas came out supporting Vivian, about to point up at me on the rooftop and curse me out. The next second, I dropped like a stone and crashed right in front of the Sinclair family and Lucas. The impact made a thunderous sound, and the blood that splattered covered their faces.
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