My mother, Naomi Phillips, told me I was born with a body that could captivate any man. She warned me never to get involved with men before turning twenty. In my previous life, I took her words to heart. So when Sebastian Howard, heir to Washington’s most prominent family, was drugged and pulled me into his arms, I pushed him away forcefully. But after my twentieth birthday, all the skincare treatments I did somehow transferred their effects to Naomi instead. When I applied face masks, wrinkles and dark spots appeared on my face while Naomi’s skin became increasingly smooth and delicate. When I exercised, my body grew fatter and more bloated while Naomi’s figure gradually became as proportioned as a young girl’s. When my father Samuel Phillips saw me looking like a forty-year-old woman, he cursed at me and threatened to sell me to some twice-divorced old man. I cried and begged Naomi to save me. But she just looked at me with that face that had returned to twenty years old and said, “Everything we do is for your own good.” Left with no choice, I ran away from home and wandered the streets. But I discovered that the farther I got from home, the faster I aged. Finally, three days after leaving, I died of heart failure in a garbage dump. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I first encountered Sebastian. This time, I didn’t push his hands away. Instead, I pinned him down on the bed. ***** It turned out Naomi was absolutely right. Sebastian was completely captivated by my body, making love to me again and again. He even gave me his unique signature cufflink. He said, “Baby, you’re a rare beauty in this world. From now on, bring this cufflink when you come to me, and I’ll give you the best of everything.” I wasn’t particularly thrilled. At that moment, only one thing occupied my mind. I had broken the rule about “not getting involved with men before twenty.” So could the curse from my previous life finally be broken? I rushed home and immediately started applying skincare products to my face. But to my devastation, the dark spots that should have appeared around Naomi’s eyes once again appeared on my face. Remembering my previous life, the more I used these products, the duller my complexion became, the more spots appeared, and the deeper the wrinkles grew. At this thought, despair washed over me. Even after being reborn and disobeying Naomi’s words, nothing had changed. When Naomi saw me return, she leaned against the doorframe and asked coldly, “Where did you go last night?” Seeing her face, which had become even more youthful, I gritted my teeth and rubbed the skincare product in my hands onto her face. I wanted to see if the spots that had just appeared on me would disappear. I refused to believe that absolutely nothing would change. But the result was still disappointing. Her face became even more delicate, while the spots on my face became clearer. Naomi screamed and pushed me away, scolding, “What did you put on my face? My face isn’t something you can just rub anything on.” She rushed to look in the mirror. Through the reflection, I saw her smug expression. Earlier, I had left Sebastian’s place in such a hurry that I didn’t get to say goodbye. So he posted on his account with over ten million followers, publicly searching for someone. The post read: [Looking for someone. These are things you left at my place last night. Please contact me when you see this.] The images showed my knitted bracelet that I’d dropped there, my name tag, and a blurry surveillance photo of my profile from when I was working at the bar. Samuel ran over excitedly with his phone, asking, “Emilia, is this person in the picture you? I’ve seen you wear this bracelet.” Emilia Phillips is my name. With an expression more excited than winning the lottery, he asked, “Did you sleep with Mr. Howard?” “What? Naomi’s face instantly changed. She grabbed my hair and shoved me to the ground, then slapped me twice across the face. She screamed at me furiously: “Didn’t I tell you that you can’t sleep with men before you turn 20? You slut, couldn’t you wait even one night? How shameless can you be? I’m going to beat you to death!” This time, for the first time ever, Samuel didn’t take Naomi’s side. He quickly stopped her, saying: “Don’t hit her face. Don’t you know who Sebastian is? She might fetch a good price!” Watching the two of them with their hidden agendas, I couldn’t help but think back to my previous life. Back then, Naomi constantly warned me not to sleep with men before I turned 20. I followed her advice. But right after my 20th birthday, I noticed something strange. Whenever I used skincare products, mysterious dark spots would appear on my face. My once smooth and delicate skin became rough and wrinkled. Meanwhile, Naomi’s face grew more and more refined, her skin smooth as silk. I loved following dance videos to learn choreography. But the more I danced, the fatter I became, until I was so bloated that I’d get winded from the slightest movement. Yet Naomi’s figure became increasingly youthful – she walked with lightness and vitality, as if she’d become a completely different person. Samuel always said my face was my most valuable asset. When he saw me become ugly and fat, he flew into a rage and threatened to sell me to a twice-divorced old man back in our hometown. I cried and begged Naomi to save me, but she wouldn’t even look at me. She just gazed happily into the mirror and said: “His family promised wedding gifts worth $50,000. Marrying him would be your good fortune. Your father is doing this for your own good.” I was completely devastated and bought a train ticket that very night to escape home. But I never expected that the farther I got from home, the faster I aged. By the time I reached another city, my hair had turned completely white, my back was hunched, and every step caused joint pain. I couldn’t find work or anyone to rely on, and eventually died of heart failure in a garbage dump. Now that I’ve been given a second chance at life, I must seize this opportunity and never experience the tragedy of my previous life again.
Sebastian’s Twitter post sparked massive online discussion. [Mr. Howard is searching the entire internet for someone with just a bracelet. This is straight out of a Cinderella fairy tale.] [Emilia? If she’s working at a bar, her family situation probably isn’t great. Mr. Howard could help her out.] [Everyone should help Mr. Howard find her. With her name, it shouldn’t be hard to track her down.] Netizens even launched a “Find Cinderella” hashtag campaign. Soon, someone found an old school photo of me. [Wow, she’s gorgeous. No wonder Mr. Howard can’t stop thinking about her.] [I know her. She was my high school classmate. Her family lives on Firmiana Road.] [We found her! Quick, tell Mr. Howard.] Looking at that vibrant, youthful girl in the photo, then at my increasingly aged face in the mirror, a wave of terror washed over me. Finally, I approached Naomi cautiously and asked, “Mom, why do you look younger and younger while I keep getting older? How do you take care of yourself? Could you teach me?” Naomi was smugly applying skincare products to her face. Hearing my question, she shot me an impatient glance. She said, “Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with men? Sleeping with men makes you age. You didn’t listen to me. Who can you blame now? You deserve it!” She was lying to me. That wasn’t the real reason at all. In my previous life, I had clearly followed her advice, yet I still aged. I watched as the areas where she applied the cream became increasingly smooth and supple. Then I looked at my reflection again. That age spot had grown even larger. I couldn’t take it anymore and smashed the mirror with my fist. Naomi screamed and cursed, “You bitch, have you lost your mind?” I ignored her and returned to my bedroom, throwing all the skincare products from my dresser into the trash. Since all this maintenance was really for her benefit, what reason did I have to use them? Not only would I stop taking care of myself, but I’d deliberately make myself ugly and fat. I wanted to see what else she could take from me. I deliberately found cheap, harsh makeup and slathered it on my face. My skin immediately broke out in an allergic reaction, becoming red and swollen. I also stopped dancing and gorged myself daily, letting my body become fatter and more bloated. I carefully observed Naomi’s changes. To my dismay, I discovered this tactic had no effect on her whatsoever. She continued growing younger and more beautiful. Now, if she claimed to be an 18-year-old girl, people would probably believe her. When Samuel came home and saw my appearance, he exploded, “How did you turn yourself into such a hideous mess?” He even pulled out his belt and lashed me several times. He said, “You jinx! Mr. Howard is about to find you. You better lose weight fast! Looking like this ghost, would Mr. Howard even want you? If he rejects you, you’ll ruin your brother Nolan’s chance at becoming wealthy! If you dare block Nolan’s path, I’ll beat you to death!” Naomi had no objection to my beating. Instead, she leisurely applied a face mask. She said coldly, “With your promiscuous lifestyle, you probably caught some disease. That’s why you look like a ghost. You should go to the hospital and get checked.” I gritted my teeth, enduring Samuel’s punches and kicks. Afterward, I limped back to my room. I found the cufflink Sebastian had given me, took a photo, posted it online, and replied to Sebastian.
I locked myself in my room, too afraid to go out, only to discover in horror that I had stopped menstruating. Left with no choice, I went to the nearest hospital for an examination. The doctor told me I had premature ovarian failure. She said regretfully, “Your case is quite unusual. You’re still so young—we may need to run further tests to determine the cause.” But I knew in my heart that this wasn’t something medicine could solve. Someone had taken a photo of Naomi and me selling barbecue and posted it online. The caption read: [Do you know the Emilia that Mr. Howard is looking for? This is what she looks like now.] Someone immediately commented: [Why does she look so old? Are you sure you got the right person? The woman next to her must be Emilia, right?] The image spread everywhere online. I stared at the photo in despair, seeing the stark contrast between Naomi and me. I looked at my hair that was starting to turn gray and the age spots appearing on the backs of my hands. I couldn’t take it anymore. Like a madwoman, I burst into Naomi’s room and ripped the face mask off her face. I demanded frantically, “What method did you use? Why are you getting younger while I’m getting older? Why are all the beauty treatments I do transferring their effects to you?” Naomi’s face contorted as she slapped me hard across the face, cursing, “You bitch, have you lost your mind?” The commotion in the room drew Samuel over. Seeing my appearance, he immediately slapped me twice. He cursed, “Didn’t I warn you to lose weight? Look at yourself now! Emilia, if Mr. Howard doesn’t take a liking to you, you’re going back home to marry that divorced old man.” Covering my face, I glared at him fiercely and said, “You think I haven’t been trying? Look at me, then look at her. Don’t you find it strange? Ever since I turned 20, no matter what beauty treatments I do, the effects transfer to her. Instead of wasting your energy hitting me, why don’t you ask her what method she’s been using?” Samuel glanced at Naomi. He used to constantly berate her, saying even looking at her made him sick. But now Naomi had delicate skin and a supple waist, looking like a young girl. A flash of amazement crossed Samuel’s eyes. Then Naomi began crying, “Did you go to the hospital for a checkup? You must have caught some disease from your promiscuous lifestyle—that’s why you look like this. And now you’re blaming me?” Samuel nodded, staring at Naomi’s face with infatuation, unable to look away. He suddenly reached out and pulled Naomi tightly into his arms. It was as if she wasn’t the wife he had despised to the extreme, but a goddess he had just won over. Then he turned to look at me with disgust and kicked me. He cursed, “You’re such a disgrace! How dare you blame your mother? You just can’t stand that your mom is more beautiful than you—you’re jealous of her! Look at yourself now. Where do you look like a 20-year-old woman? You’re nowhere near as good as your mother.” Watching their intimate display, I let out a cold laugh and said, “You hit me and curse at me—aren’t you afraid that when I marry a rich man, I’ll cut all ties with you?” Samuel looked like he couldn’t believe I would say something so unfilial. His expression changed instantly as he stared at me in disbelief. Naomi covered her face, sobbing, “We raised you all these years, and you’re worse than a dog. Samuel, I don’t think this house can accommodate her anymore. Let’s kick her out right now!” After hearing Naomi’s words, I felt an inexplicable fear rising in my heart. In my previous life, it was after I escaped from home that my aging accelerated, and I eventually died outside. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t understand it at all. If we had “exchanged” ages, and Naomi was only around 40 now, why did I look like someone in her fifties? I quickly ran back to my bedroom and locked the door. It wasn’t time for me to leave home yet. What surprised me was that Sebastian actually posted online, announcing he had found his destined one and would soon hold a grand wedding. Netizens marveled at how fast Sebastian worked, calling it an enviable perfect love story. But I had never even met Sebastian. Just then, I heard Naomi’s voice outside the door, coaxing Samuel. She laughed and said, “I’m just going out to fool him temporarily. Otherwise, look at Emilia’s current state—would Mr. Howard even consider her? I’ll control him first. Once Emilia recovers from her illness and gets better, we’ll switch back.” But on the wedding day, I watched with my own eyes as Naomi got into that stretch Bentley and drove away gracefully, without a trace of reluctance. The entire wedding was livestreamed. Before it even started, hundreds of thousands of people were already waiting to watch in the stream. When Samuel returned home, I handed him my phone. I asked, “Dad, Mr. Howard got married today, but the bride wasn’t me. Who exactly did he marry?” Samuel’s face instantly changed. He searched the house but couldn’t find Naomi, and her phone went straight to voicemail. Then he grabbed me and rushed toward the wedding venue. The wedding was both grand and luxurious. When we arrived, they were in the middle of exchanging rings. Seeing the charming Naomi on stage, Samuel shouted, “Wait! You’ve got it wrong!” He pushed me in front of the cameras and said to Sebastian, “Mr. Howard, the person you’re supposed to marry is my daughter. She’s right here. That woman on stage is my wife.” When the camera panned to my face, netizens immediately started mocking me online. 【Who is this old, fat woman?】 【My God! How could he just drag some random person here? This woman must be desperate to marry a rich man!】 Seeing Sebastian look at me with disgust, I quickly pulled out the cufflink from my hand. I said, “This is what you gave me that night. You said I could use it to find you.” When I produced the cufflink, the livestream comments went crazy. 【She looks a bit like Emilia. Could they be mother and daughter?】 【What kind of mother would steal her daughter’s things? Does she think Mr. Howard will recognize her just because she has the cufflink? She should take a look at herself!】 【She’s so fat! Could she be Emilia’s stepmother? Get lost and stop ruining our view of this beautiful wedding between gorgeous people.】 Naomi hid behind Sebastian, looking at me smugly. The guests below all changed their expressions. Someone whispered, “Sebastian’s taste can’t be that low, right? The woman on stage is more like it. If it’s this woman, I’m leaving right now.” Hearing the guests’ comments, Sebastian’s face instantly darkened. He looked at Samuel with eyes as cold as ice picks. He said, “I’ve confirmed it again. She is the person I’m looking for.” Samuel’s eyes immediately turned red. He grabbed a dinner knife from the table and lunged at Sebastian. He roared, “Damn it! You dare sleep with my wife! I’ll kill you!” Security guards rushed forward to stop him. The stage erupted into chaos. Having been away from home too long, I felt short of breath, unable to breathe properly, with sharp pains in my chest. This was a sign of heart failure! I glared at Naomi unwillingly, my gaze inadvertently sweeping over the diamond bracelet on her wrist. Suddenly, it was like a flash of white light went through my mind, and I instantly understood what was happening. Just then, the livestream comments suddenly changed direction. 【Look! What’s wrong with Emilia’s face?】 Seeing her face on the big screen, Naomi suddenly screamed and rushed to turn off the livestream. I collapsed to the ground, finally breathing a sigh of relief. I could see it clearly. Age spots had appeared on her face again. At the same time, Samuel turned toward me with the dinner knife, furious. He cursed, “What the hell did you do to your mother, you damn b*tch?”
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