On Thanksgiving Day, my sister Taylor Reed drugged me unconscious, then secretly used a knife to slash my face. Actually, I had already woken up. Not only did I endure the pain without making a sound, but when I heard Taylor bragging about going to Dubai with our remarried father Dominick Reed to live like a princess, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my previous life, Dominick was an alcoholic who beat my mother to death before fleeing the United States overnight. He remarried a Dubai princess and returned in glory, taking me—the prettier-looking one—back to Dubai with him. He spent ten years cultivating my beauty and charm, then invested massive resources to make me a Hollywood A-list actress, adored by millions. Meanwhile, Taylor, who lived with Grandpa Harrison Montgomery, was required to study hard from a young age and lived frugally in all aspects. After learning of my fame, she became jealous and lured me onto a yacht. When I wasn’t paying attention, she dragged me overboard to our deaths. When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day Dominick came back to America from Dubai. This glamorous, dazzling life—I’ve decided to give it to Taylor! ***** Dominick wore a custom-tailored suit with the latest Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, sizing up Taylor and me. He sighed and said, “Although I married a princess in Dubai, I can’t take both of you there. Discuss it between yourselves—who’s coming with me to enjoy the royal life in Dubai!” After speaking, Dominick turned and left without hesitation. Harrison stood before us and said to Dominick, “You’re not taking either of these children!” Dominick had violent tendencies—three months ago, he beat my mother to death before fleeing America. Naturally, Harrison didn’t want us going with Dominick. I nodded obediently while noticing Taylor’s disdainful look. That evening, I saw Taylor slip sleeping pills into my milk, but I pretended not to notice and drank it anyway. When I woke up in the morning, I saw a terrible knife wound on my face. It hurt badly. Watching Taylor happily applying skincare products nearby, I knew she had been reborn too. I didn’t make a scene, just silently endured the pain, waiting for Dominick to come choose today. Harrison brought breakfast that morning, and seeing my disfigured face, he actually looked relieved, telling us to hurry up and finish eating. Taylor just glanced at the sandwich before tossing it to me. “Ugly girl! This sandwich is for you. Soon I’ll be in Dubai eating delicacies while you stay here living in poverty!” Seeing that I obediently picked up the sandwich, Taylor showed a triumphant expression of certain victory. Half an hour later, my face mysteriously broke out in red rashes, itching unbearably. The scar on my face extended from my cheekbone all the way to my chin. My formerly delicate features were completely gone, making Taylor look even more stunning by comparison. Harrison was first shocked to see Taylor’s beautiful face, then sighed with a complex expression. Dominick looked at me with disgust and reached out to pull Taylor over. “We’re not going to Dubai to be beggars. Look what you’ve done to yourself—what a waste!” Taylor was beside herself with excitement, stepping forward to link arms with me, pretending to be reluctant to leave me. She said, “The glamorous movie star life can only be mine. You just stay here and be a country bumpkin with the old man!” Of course I knew why she said that. In our previous life, we faced the same choice. After Dominick struck it rich in Dubai, he wanted to choose one pretty daughter from the two of us to please the princess. After learning from guests at our mother’s funeral that Harrison was a formidable antique collector, Taylor schemed to stay behind. Harrison thought Dominick was unreliable as always, so he added peanut butter that would cause temporary allergic reactions to both our breakfasts. After Taylor found out, she threw away my breakfast and devoured hers. After her allergic reaction, Dominick naturally chose me. Back then, Taylor had whispered mockingly in my ear just like this: “You go with the murderer! I’ll be living in a mansion soon!” But the reality was completely different from what she imagined. Harrison’s home wasn’t a luxury mansion at all—just a small cabin in the suburbs. The most valuable thing in Harrison’s house was probably that old tractor in the barn. That very night, Taylor’s emotions collapsed. Because Dominick’s latest social media post showed him boarding a private jet in first class with me. He said he would spoil me and make me happy for life. While I leisurely learned etiquette and enjoyed afternoon tea, Taylor was struggling through obscure textbooks. Ten years later, Taylor got into Harvard University. Clutching her acceptance letter, she threatened suicide to force Harrison to buy her a plane ticket to Dubai. But the scene she imagined—Dominick welcoming her with overwhelming joy—never materialized.
Taylor’s timing couldn’t have been worse—today was the momentous day when the Dubai royal family announced my debut. Along Palm Island Boulevard, an entire fleet of Rolls-Royces was promoting me. A-list Hollywood actresses publicly expressed their willingness to co-star with me, and Oscar-winning directors personally acknowledged me as their muse. Olivia Reed—this name instantly topped global news headlines. My debut at the pinnacle made everyone envious. Taylor glared at me with venomous eyes as I basked in the spotlight, while her precious Harvard acceptance letter was trampled underfoot by the crowd. When the crowd dispersed, she eagerly tried to approach Dominick, who was discussing business with film investors, only to be roughly shoved to the ground by security guards. Despite her appearance being nearly unchanged from childhood, Dominick didn’t recognize her at all. His cold gaze was sharp as a blade. “Where did this beggar come from? Don’t interrupt our business.” Taylor shook her head in disbelief, screaming hysterically, “Dad! I’m your daughter!” She held up the dirt-stained Harvard acceptance letter, desperately seeking Dominick’s recognition. People around us whispered among themselves. “Mr. Reed has another daughter? Impossible. Miss Olivia Reed is obviously so much more refined!” “Exactly. This woman looks so poor—how could she possibly compare to the royally-trained Miss Olivia Reed?” Taylor looked at Dominick with hopeful anticipation, convinced that if he just nodded, she could have this kind of life too. “Well.” Dominick merely gestured coldly for the guards to tear up the acceptance letter and escort her away. Turning around, he gently embraced me in my elegant gown and hundred-million-dollar jewelry, solemnly promising, “I want you to be born at the top of the world, to become the most dazzling person.” That evening, Harrison received a call from Dominick, demanding he come to Dubai immediately to take Taylor away. On the deck of the luxury yacht, I chatted and laughed with princes. One prince even presented me with a ten-carat diamond ring on the spot, proposing marriage. Taylor’s cold gaze followed me relentlessly. Her faded shirt formed a stark contrast against the yacht’s golden splendor, while guests’ mockery of her never ceased. “Mr. Reed actually let this country bumpkin board the yacht! She has no idea how to dress.” “She’s absolutely vulgar!” Suddenly, Taylor made up her mind. She approached me with a fake smile, saying she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk, but when we were alone, she suddenly grabbed me and jumped overboard. She bit down hard on my ear, blood staining the corners of her mouth as she looked completely deranged. “Why should you enjoy all the glory while I suffer on the farm? If I can’t have it, neither can you!” The pain of having my ear bitten off still haunts me today. Now, Taylor finally got her wish, leaving triumphantly with Dominick. Before departing, she maliciously shoved me as I weakened from blood loss, saying, “Country bumpkin, stay on your farm and suffer!”
Harrison brought me back to the farm in Texas. This place wasn’t barren and desolate like Taylor had described—it was actually quite scenic. The cabin had a bunk bed, clearly showing that Harrison had originally planned to bring both of us back. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “This really can’t compare to Dubai. It’s not too late if you want to change your mind.” Despite his reluctance to let me go, he couldn’t bring himself to ask me to stay. I chuckled softly and began unpacking my luggage. Harrison quietly left, returning at dusk covered in mud and carrying a shopping bag. I quickly took the bag from him and looked inside. He had gone all the way to the distant town to buy medicine for me. Late that night, a neighbor gently applied ointment to my wounds and told me Harrison had waited at her door for a full hour. I was deeply moved. Though Harrison was strict, the books he chose were all fascinating. I especially loved the ones about legendary stories behind antiques. Our life was simple, but Harrison never shortchanged me. Ten Christmases flew by, and on the same day I received my Harvard acceptance letter, Taylor’s name hit Twitter’s trending topics. She looked stunning in the video. Her perfect figure, delicate features, and outstanding presence made her an overnight sensation. Soon after, she returned to America. A stretch Lincoln pulled up in front of our little cabin. Taylor wore the latest Chanel, with a diamond bracelet sparkling on her wrist. Seeing me come out, she said contemptuously, “Country bumpkin, where’s my sister?” I replied calmly, “That would be me.” My attitude seemed to infuriate her. Taylor sneered, “Stop acting all high and mighty. You’re incredibly jealous of me, aren’t you?” She then signaled her bodyguard to open a briefcase and threw stacks of cash in my face. I couldn’t dodge in time, and the money left a bruise on my forehead. I didn’t pick up the money, just looked directly into her eyes and asked calmly, “Are you really happy?” Taylor burst into laughter as if she’d heard the world’s biggest joke. “I’m not happy? I live with princes and princesses, using things you could never afford in your lifetime. While you’re doing farm work, I’ve been traveling the world. How could I not be happy?” As someone who had experienced all of that myself, I could see the exhaustion beneath her glamorous exterior. Seeing that I remained unmoved, Taylor said as she turned to leave, “People raised by stuffy old men are boring as hell.” When Harrison returned from his card game and saw the injury on my forehead, he was so distressed that he immediately rushed to town to buy medicine. Watching his hunched figure, my tears finally fell. Dubai princess, international superstar—it was all a scam. They groomed beautiful girls just to decorate that hellhole. Glamorous stars only needed to do a little promotion, and fans would rush headlong toward so-called Dubai. In reality, they would transfer in Mexico and be sold to underground black markets. Compliant ones would be imprisoned and trained in fraud techniques, while the defiant would have their organs harvested and be thrown to feed fighting dogs. Beautiful girls were forced to become casino dealers or rich men’s mistresses, while plain-looking girls were sold to the lowest brothels. All of this was a nightmare for me. Dominick stripped away my freedom of thought, training me daily on how to please men. While I publicly claimed to be royalty, I was actually a high-end prostitute. To make me more perfect, Dominick required me to undergo ten plastic surgeries every month. My skull was injected with fillers to raise it, causing excruciating pain with the slightest movement. I also had to undergo breast augmentation and buttock enhancement surgeries. I was like a human doll then, with no dignity whatsoever. Taylor delivered an invitation to a jewelry appreciation event, claiming she wanted to let me, a country bumpkin, see the world. She threatened that if I didn’t agree to attend, she would keep harassing Harrison and me. Left with no choice, I had to go. Upon arriving at the venue, I presented my invitation, and the staff looked at me with disdain. Only then did I realize that these types of invitations were typically given by wealthy people to their mistresses. Taylor stood in the center of the dance floor, gracefully dancing with a male celebrity, drawing everyone’s attention. Based on my experience from my previous life, I knew this jewelry appreciation event was just a scam designed to deceive naive people into thinking they could make big money in Dubai. Sure enough, Dominick appeared the next second. When he saw me, his face twisted with disgust. “How did someone like this get in here?” After saying that, he walked over and pulled Taylor off the dance floor, then began chatting with several enthusiastic company executives. These men’s gazes kept drifting to Taylor’s chest, whether intentionally or not. Even so, Taylor maintained her graceful smile. To make the event look legitimate, they had invited some genuine buyers among their guests. A businessman named Zach Johnson showed satisfaction when he saw the centerpiece display. Noticing this, Dominick immediately nudged Taylor, and they walked toward Zach together. “Mr. Johnson, do you like this piece of jewelry? I happen to have a business deal I’d like to discuss with you. How about I have my daughter deliver the jewelry to your room tonight?” Not wanting to see more people get scammed, after Dominick walked away, I approached those businessmen and warned them: “Don’t believe any talk about making money abroad. There’s no such thing as a free lunch!” They looked at the radiant Taylor, then at me in my hoodie, and sneered. “You’re just jealous, aren’t you? Since you don’t have the opportunity, you want to stop us from making money!” Zach was different. After sensing Dominick’s intentions, he didn’t want to continue the conversation and turned his attention to me. “I think this lady is right. There’s no such thing as easy money in this world!” Dominick’s face darkened, and Taylor sighed helplessly: “Sister, you begged me to let you come to this party to broaden your horizons, and this is how you repay me by slandering me?” She was clearly lying. I remained calm and said: “The piece of jewelry Mr. Johnson was admiring earlier doesn’t have a long history—it’s probably an antique from the late 19th century. What kind of horizons could I possibly broaden at a jewelry appreciation event like this?” Seeing Zach look at me with approval, Dominick slapped me across the face. He hit me hard, and I fell to the ground with my entire face swelling up. Seeing Dominick and Taylor exchange glances, I had an ominous feeling. Taylor suddenly cried out: “My custom bracelet is missing! It was a birthday gift from the princess!” Everyone’s eyes focused on me. I, a poor woman jealous of her sister, was obviously the thief in everyone’s minds. Taylor waved her hand, signaling the security guards to take me away. They put a cloth bag over my head and interrogated me about the bracelet’s whereabouts. The suffocating sensation made me nearly faint, and tears of pain kept falling. Just when I was about to despair, I heard a familiar voice. “Don’t you dare bully my granddaughter!”
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