After My Rebirth, I Danced on the Fake Daughter’s Head

Title: After My Rebirth, I Danced on the Fake Daughter’s Head At the family reunion, Rebecca Reynolds held my hand, her eyes brimming with tears, “I’m so sorry for taking your life. Don’t worry, the inheritance will all be yours from now on.” I squeezed her hand back, pulling out a document renouncing my rights to the inheritance. “Okay, in that case, go ahead and sign this, Rebecca.” Before the fake daughter could object, I laid down on the floor, flailing my arms and legs, pulling my hair, scratching my neck, screaming, crying, rolling around. Eventually, I faked a seizure, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. I am the real daughter of the Reynolds family who was lost for years. Since I was little, I knew Mom didn’t love me. No matter how obedient and sensible I was, she always found a reason to hit me. Later, when the Reynolds family found me, I realized it’s because I was not their biological daughter. I thought the Reynolds family was my salvation. But my life ended tragically abroad instead. My miserable past life taught me one thing: Look out for number one. You can’t rely on anyone but yourself. Rebecca, now in shock, didn’t dare to move. She hurriedly signed the document in a panic, leaving her handprint. I stood up, brushed the dust off my clothes, and flashed a perfect flight attendant smile. “Thank you for your cooperation.” Turns out, acting crazy works wonders. So why did I spend my past life tiptoeing around, trying to please everyone? Acting wild really paid off this time! I handed the signed document to the lawyer. Some things are best left to professionals. People can change their minds, but the law doesn’t. This time around, you can keep the love, I’ll take the money. Seems fair to me.

The next day, my parents came to my apartment. My biological dad, Douglas Reynolds, carefully spoke up, “Can I take a look at the document Rebecca signed yesterday?” In this life, I didn’t go back to live with them. Instead, I chose a riverside apartment on my own. Last time, their happy family life made me feel like I was just a clown, coveting what wasn’t mine. No point forcing myself into a space where I clearly don’t fit in. It would only disgust everyone, including myself. I smiled, “Nope.” My bio mom, Darcy Reynolds, was caught off guard by my blunt refusal and scolded me with a stern face. “How can you be so heartless? Sure, you’re our biological daughter and the whole mix-up isn’t Rebecca’s fault, but your actions have been pretty harsh.” Last time around, I listened to them, didn’t compete with Rebecca. Yet, all they thought of me was a dropout who embarrassed them. They never really looked at me, not even the housekeeper hesitated to bully me either. Meanwhile, Rebecca thrived under their love, like she was some cherished princess. Was my fate just destined to be so miserable? Seeing my silence, Douglas’s face darkened. “Your mom and I are still alive and kicking, and you’re already scheming over the inheritance. How can you be so cold-blooded?” Listening to their accusations, I silently counted down in my mind. Three seconds later, I stood up, acting possessed. I flailed my hands around, running crazily around the living room. “Who took away my mom and dad? Suffering alone for eighteen years wasn’t bad enough? Now even my parents have been taken over?!?!” “Oh God, please give me back my mom and dad!” My parents were freaked out by my performance and didn’t dare to bring up the document again.

Just like in my past life, Rebecca suggested that I go to school with her, under the guise of “sister bonding.” But having dropped out in middle school, it was impossible to keep up with her in senior year. No surprise, I consistently ranked last in every exam. I’d never heard of the fancy brands, arts, or countries people talked about. Eventually, everyone started to hate me, saying I didn’t belong in the Reynolds family’s prestigious life. Rebecca used my misfortune to highlight her excellence. Over time, people knew the Reynolds family had a daughter who didn’t belong. To save face, they sent me abroad. This time, I won’t let them step all over me again. When Rebecca, smiling brightly, introduced us as twins to her friends, I slammed my hand on the table, lifted her bangs, held her chubby cheeks, and peeled off her double eyelid tape. “Open your eyes wide and take a good look. Do we look like twins?” The surrounding students were frightened by my fierce expression. “Speak! Do we? Who’s prettier?” “No, we don’t look alike… You, you look prettier.” I turned to Rebecca, “So, tell me, what’s our real relationship?” She held back tears, refusing to speak. Instantly, I flipped the desk in front of her and started acting crazed again. “Oh, the heavens! This ugly girl dares to say we’re twins. It’s a crime! I’m the real daughter, but she doesn’t let go of my place. Is she trying to take over my destiny? Heaven, help! I can’t live like this!!!” With everyone’s eyes on her, Rebecca covered her face and ran off. I calmly sat back down, grinning eerily. Word spread fast throughout the high school; Rebecca was the fake daughter. After that, she never returned.

That evening, the Reynolds parents brought Rebecca to my apartment. “How dare you tell people at school that Rebecca isn’t our real daughter? What do you gain from it?” “Well, everyone now knows that I’m the rightful heir to the Reynolds legacy, so, watch out.” Douglas, furious, jabbed his finger at my head, “I’m still alive, and I’ll decide who gets to be the heir!” I smirked. “Got bubbles in your brain, old man? Is this house yours? Do you own any company shares? What right does a freeloading gold digger have to bark orders here?” Darcy and Rebecca were shocked speechless. They usually tiptoed around Douglas’s fragile ego, always pampering him. Pamper someone long enough, and they’ll start believing it. Seeing Douglas tremble with anger, I continued to poke his sore spot. “Everything here belongs to the Reynolds family, including what you use. Don’t forget, my grandpa holds the reins. He’s the one who decides who inherits, not you. Got it?” “Respect me, and maybe I’ll let you have some scraps. If not, once I take over, I’ll kick you out.” Douglas threw his shoe at me, “You ungrateful brat! I’ll rip your mouth off your face!” I dodged easily and turned to Darcy, “Your husband is attacking your own daughter and you’re just standing there? Is this your way of making up for losing me for eighteen years? I’m your blood, and you still prioritize a leeching husband over your own kid?” Darcy stood there unmoved. “Your dad is teaching you a lesson. That’s his right.” Seeing the neighbors crowded around our door with their phones out, Douglas was forced to back down to save face. Through these incidents, Rebecca learned the hard way not to confront me directly. She started to create scenarios at school to paint me as a bully and gain sympathy, making the students hate me. What could I do? I just played along—questioning her, empathizing with her, becoming her, and finally proving her right. “Hey sis, don’t you like me?” “Drop the fake sister act, it’s annoying.” “Sis, I brought you some snacks.” “Afraid you poisoned them.” With both our efforts, everyone soon saw Rebecca as the selfless, kind one who gave up her inheritance to care for her troubled little sister. And me, Jennifer, as the arrogant, blood-related bully who was hell-bent on tormenting poor Rebecca. Sisterly bond? Funny.

One day, Rebecca didn’t come home, leaving my parents pacing in the living room, sending one search party after another with no news. It was only early in the morning when the school’s security found Rebecca locked in the equipment room. Freezing, she ran into her parents’ arms. “Maybe my sister was just playing a prank. Mom, Dad, don’t blame her.” No way was it just a prank on my part. I found out she was planning to frame me, so I locked the equipment room and turned off the heating for good measure. “Enjoy the winter chill, Rebecca,” I thought. Douglas came at me with a slap, “How could you be so evil? Apologize to your sister right now.” I rubbed my swollen cheek. Walking up to my mom, I yanked Rebecca out of her arms and slapped her twice. Dad’s debt, paid by his daughter, buy one get one free. “Say, which eye of yours saw me lock you up, Rebecca?” Terrified, Rebecca cried out. “Jennifer! Stop! Mom is so disappointed in you.” Laughable. Like I care. I put on a fearless expression, tightening my grip on Rebecca’s hair and pinching her behind her back. Rebecca yelped in pain, “Stop! Stop! I’ll tell the truth… It was my own fault. Boohoo…” “Why did you lock yourself up? No lying.” I pinched her harder. “Uh, because… I wanted to frame you.” I let her go, and she bolted like a scared cat. I turned to Douglas, “Hear that? You should control your ‘perfect’ daughter better and stop spreading lies.” In the office, teachers whispered about me. “Humph! Some people falsely accuse me and won’t let me clear myself up.” “Oh dear Lord, they didn’t even check the cameras. They want me dead!” I crawled on the ground evilly and then pretended to faint. For a few days, rumors about me harming Rebecca spread everywhere. I found my homework torn up, my water bottle filled with paper bits. Childish stuff. But no biggie for me. After using the bathroom one lunchtime, I found the door locked from the outside, with giggles filtering in. Bring it on. I stepped back and kicked the door open. Grabbing a mop, I swished it around in the toilet and started flinging it at them. Rebecca and her crew recoiled in horror as I aimed for their faces. Long spear dipped in filth, whoever’s in the way gets hit. Soon enough, they were covered in nasty stains. “Jennifer, you witch! This isn’t over—” gag They retreated, and Rebecca lunged at me. I swung the mop, knocking her down, while she winced in pain. I leaned against the door, blocking their path to the classroom. “No dirty things allowed in school.” At that moment, the teacher arrived. “Jennifer, this behavior is intolerable! Apologize to your classmates and write a 3,000-word reflection.” I scoffed, still in the doorway. “Pay attention when the teacher talks to you. Show some respect. Reynolds family must be ashamed of having a daughter like you.” “Respect for you? A corrupt teacher who plays favorites and sucks up to the principal? You sort students into tiers, using scholarships and awards as bribes. Today marks your last day on the job.” The teacher, furious, “How dare you!” “Oh, spare me. Return all the bribes you took and hope for leniency.” He had often taken gifts from Rebecca in the past, turning a blind eye to my suffering. Those who had been discriminated against for their poor family backgrounds now looked at me with newfound respect. Awkward but satisfying. The next day, we got a new teacher who devoted himself entirely to preparing us for college entrance exams. The poisonous atmosphere lifted, and the study environment became much fresher. 5 That weekend, the Reynolds family sent a driver to bring me back for dinner. I knew right away it was going to be a trap. I made sure to wear something comfortable, an outfit that allowed for easy movement. Couldn’t let clothes hinder my performance. Barely had I sat down and taken a few bites before Douglas started lecturing me. Same old accusations — selfish, rude, vulgar. Then he demanded that I hand over the inheritance renunciation agreement Rebecca had signed previously. “You weren’t with me and your mom growing up, so you’ve picked up some bad habits. But if you behave and change, you’ll still be our good daughter, and we won’t treat you poorly.” I looked at Darcy, my biological mother. “Mom hopes you can get along with Rebecca.” Some people really will neglect their own children for the sake of some undeserving man. I stood up and shattered my plate on the ground. “What a joke. When have you ever treated me fairly? Have you even asked about the kind of life I lived? I wanted to get along, but Rebecca kept targeting me. And every time, it was her who started it. Have you once, even once, stood up for me?” “Jennifer, don’t slander me. Mom, Dad, you can ask around at school. I’ve always wanted to get along…” Before Rebecca could finish, I grabbed a plate of food and dumped it on her head. “Shut up!” Douglas shouted, “Jennifer, how dare you hit someone in front of your parents!” He called in a couple of security guards to pin me down. I might be feisty, but I’m no match against two grown men. “I’ll beat this rebellious daughter of mine to death today.” Douglas picked up a stick and started hitting me. The pain made sweat bead on my forehead. Darcy didn’t intervene; she was busy wiping food off Rebecca’s head. Rebecca played the innocent, sobbing while comforting her parents that she was okay. The whole scene was ridiculous. I held back my tears. Compared to my previous life, this was nothing. After a few strikes, Douglas paused, mistaking my lack of resistance for submission. Slumped on the floor, I saw my chance. I grabbed the stick and struck Douglas straight on the head with all my strength. Douglas crumpled to the ground, unable to get up. The security guards were stunned, and Darcy screamed. She rushed over and slapped me. “Jennifer, you’re not my daughter anymore.” Fine by me; I didn’t want them as my parents either. The mansion was in chaos, and when someone tried to make a call, I raised the stick. “Who’s calling?” The maid froze, probably because I actually meant business.

From then on, the Reynolds family cut off all contact with me. Rebecca would go out of her way to avoid me at school. I heard Douglas had been in the hospital for a few days. Only a few days? I must have gone easy on him. They canceled my credit cards and took back the apartment. They even sent a lawyer with a document severing parental ties. I gladly signed it. Let them enjoy their small victory for now. For my eighteenth birthday, the Reynolds threw a huge party for Rebecca, not bothering to invite me. No big deal. I have legs, don’t I? I put on a stylish new dress and arrived fashionably late. Rebecca looked like she’d seen a ghost. “You’re not welcome here. Get lost.” Douglas soon arrived. “You signed the severance papers. Get out.” “So your family needs to get out of my house. I don’t like strangers here.” Douglas raised his hand to hit me, but my security guards stepped in — I’d brought a dozen of them this time, all well-trained. I walked right up to the stage and took the mic from the host. “Hello, everyone. I’m Jennifer, the rightful heir to the Reynolds family. Moving forward, I’ll be taking over Reynolds Corp.” Guests, many high-profile business associates of the Reynolds, started whispering amongst themselves. Douglas tried to disrupt me, but my guards held him back. I dropped another bombshell. “The board has decided to remove Douglas from all positions at Reynolds Corp and will pursue legal action for any crimes he committed while in office.” Douglas, furious, started screaming insults at me. “You little brat! Without your grandpa, you’re nothing. You think you can push me out? I’ve been with Reynolds for twenty years! Who do you think gave you this power?” “I did.”

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