In my previous life, I saved my brother Jason from kidnappers but was taken myself. Fifteen years later, my birth parents found me. Yet I never enjoyed their love, constantly framed by the fake daughter. Jason always held the impostor’s hand, looking at me with disdain: “Emily will always be my only sister.” As he wished, the fake daughter caused my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of the kidnapping. Six-year-old Jason looked panicked: “Sister, save me quick!” This time, I didn’t rush over like before. I just coldly replied: “Brother, let’s meet again in fifteen years.” “Quick, catch that little boy! Don’t let him escape!” Urgent shouts rang out around me. I suddenly came to my senses and found myself sitting in a go-kart. Six-year-old Jason was running and crying. The scene before me was so familiar. I immediately realized that I had traveled back in time to when I was six, the day I was kidnapped. Soon, the kidnapper caught Jason and walked towards a van across the street. “Sister, save me!” Jason cried in panic. In my previous life, seeing my brother being taken away, I rushed to save him. But he abandoned me and left on his own. I was kidnapped and began a tragic and difficult life. “Sister, save me!” Jason’s cries continued. Without hesitation, I drove the go-kart away. Looking at Jason crying in the distance, I calmly responded: “Brother, let’s meet again in fifteen years.”
After Jason was kidnapped, our parents were devastated. They posted missing person notices and rewards on TV and in newspapers everywhere. Thinking back to the family I was sold to in my previous life, it took half a day just to walk to the nearest town market. Jason’s fate couldn’t be much better. Although my parents were truly heartbroken now, it didn’t matter. They would forget. Just like in my previous life, when they lost me, their biological daughter, they were also devastated and felt like dying. Later, out of longing for a daughter, they even adopted a girl. They poured all their love into that adopted daughter. They gave her the best of everything. Even when I returned, they didn’t care about me. When the adopted daughter got sick and needed a kidney transplant, they even wanted mine! So, nothing is irreplaceable. Not even parents or children.
Time passed quickly, and it had been almost a year since Jason disappeared. I often said I missed my brother very much. Whenever I did, Mom would cry uncontrollably. She couldn’t help suggesting to Dad: “Why don’t we adopt a boy?” I seemed to have guessed this would happen, so I also strongly agreed.
Since we were adopting a brother, of course it had to be with my approval. My parents took me to many orphanages and looked at many boys around my age, but I wasn’t satisfied with any of them. One day, we came to another orphanage that was in a remote location with poor conditions. After searching around without finding anyone I wanted, we were about to leave. The director suggested to my mother that we adopt a girl, saying they had a girl about my age who was very obedient and well-behaved. I pretended to agree. When that girl walked out, I was stunned. It was her, Emily Young. The adopted daughter my parents treasured like the apple of their eye in my previous life. She also seemed surprised to see me. Her sweet smile turned to shock as she blurted out: “How is this possible?” We stared at each other. Mom frowned. “Director Lewis, is this the girl you just mentioned?” Director Lewis looked a bit embarrassed: “I’m sorry, Emily may be a bit excited meeting you for the first time. Emily, this is the CEO of Long Sheng Group and his wife. Don’t be so impolite.” Emily seemed to come to her senses and quickly changed her expression to be very cautious and polite. “Uncle, Auntie, hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude earlier.” Mom nodded, studying her with curiosity, then asked a few questions. Emily answered everything smoothly with a sweet attitude. After the conversation, it was clear Mom had a good impression of her. Even Dad’s face showed satisfaction. But what could they do? The person holding Emily’s fate in her hands at this moment was me, Olivia Wilson. “Sweetie, shall we bring this big sister home with us?” Mom came to my side and asked gently. “No.” As soon as the words left my mouth, Emily’s face turned white. She looked at me anxiously and in disbelief. Her lips parted as if wanting to say something, but she held back in the end. Such a direct and clear attitude surprised my mother. She seemed to want to persuade me: “Actually, having an older sister at home would be nice. You could wear pretty dresses together, do each other’s hair, play hide and seek…” “No.” Seeing my firm attitude, Mom had to give up. She sighed lightly: “I’m sorry, Director. I’m afraid we won’t be able to adopt this girl after all.” “That’s alright,” the director said understandingly. “No!” Just then, Emily suddenly cried out in despair: “Why is this happening? Mom, I’m Emily! Dad, don’t you recognize me anymore?” My parents were startled by her words. Emily threw herself at my mother, hugging her tightly and crying, as if afraid she would leave the next moment. “Mom, I’ve been waiting here for you and Dad for so long. Please take me home, I don’t want to stay here another day. Where’s my brother? Why didn’t he come?” Mom was frightened by her strange words and hurriedly pushed her away. “Child, how can you randomly call me mom? Is something wrong with your mind?” Emily froze, wiped away her tears and explained: “No, Mom, my mind is very clear. In my previous life, you adopted me from here.” No one present except me knew what she was talking about. My parents’ expressions had completely changed. They probably never expected the girl the director recommended would be mentally unstable. The director looked embarrassed and ashamed, quickly calling someone to take Emily away. Emily was shocked and terrified. She kicked and hit at the others, struggling hysterically. “No, I won’t go! I want to go home with Mom and Dad! Get away from me! I’m the real daughter of Long Sheng Group. That woman is an imposter! Mom, I’m your precious daughter!” Emily was carried out like a little chicken by two aunties. For a long time after, we could still hear her heart-wrenching cries from the courtyard. Mom was still shaken as she quickly took my hand and walked out. “Olivia, let’s go. We can’t stay in this place. There are crazy people here.” The precious daughter in my mother’s eyes in my previous life had become a mentally ill crazy person in this life. Even I couldn’t stand my mother’s completely opposite attitudes, let alone Emily. It really cuts to the bone! 4 After three whole months of searching, I finally found Lucas Stone at an orphanage in a neighboring city. When the director took me to him, he was fighting with several other boys. His face was bruised, one eye was swollen, and his arm was bleeding. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. In my previous life, whenever other kids at the orphanage bullied me, he would fight back for me just like this. Lucas, this time it’s my turn to protect you.
When they heard I wanted to bring Lucas home, my parents both expressed confusion. Clearly, they had already heard about his usual behavior from the other kids at the orphanage. But I didn’t care at all and insisted on doing so. With no other choice, they finally agreed. And so, 8-year-old Lucas came home with me. I took him to the room on the second floor and opened the thick curtains. The floor-to-ceiling windows were spacious and bright. I turned around and gave him a warm smile. “Because in this life, it’s our turn to have some good days.” Of course he didn’t understand and just looked at me in confusion. “Who’s this?” Lucas pointed at a photo frame on the bookshelf. It was Jason sitting in a toy car, taken on his sixth birthday last year. “No one.” I picked up the frame and threw it in the trash without hesitation. I remembered in my previous life when Jason coldly told me he would only ever recognize Emily as his sister. Very well. In this life, I don’t need him as a brother either. After a while, Lucas looked up at me again and asked: “How long are you planning to keep me? Three months or six months?” As far as I knew, Lucas had already been abandoned twice before. He no longer had any expectations about being adopted. His temper grew increasingly volatile, getting into fights at the drop of a hat and keeping to himself. Until I appeared at the orphanage years later, and two equally isolated kids gradually became friends. Recalling this, I walked over to Lucas and said seriously: “Not three months or six months. You can stay in this family forever, until you want to leave on your own.” He looked at me for a very long time without saying anything.
Although my parents initially opposed bringing Lucas home, they soon accepted him. No one knew better than me how smart Lucas was. After just three piano lessons, he could play entire pop songs from memory. Two months into chess lessons, his teacher was no longer a match for him. The smiles on my parents’ faces gradually increased. They nurtured Lucas with all their efforts, just as they did me. Lucas was strikingly handsome, exceptionally talented in his studies, and though his personality was a bit aloof, his merits far outweighed any flaws. Some prominent figures even started strategizing for their daughters, discussing becoming in-laws with my father. Though pleased, my father politely declined. After all, we were still too young. From then on, my parents paid even more attention to Lucas, becoming stricter with his education. His food, clothing and other needs were treated exactly the same as mine, their biological daughter. Lucas and I also became as familiar and at ease with each other as we had been in my previous life.
One day after school, on our way home. A figure suddenly darted into the middle of the road, startling the driver. He swerved sharply, and the car spun out of control towards the other side. Lucas reacted quickly, lunging over to hold me tightly in his arms. There was a loud crash as the car hit a roadside flower bed. Lucas anxiously checked my body. “Are you okay?” I let out a sigh and shook my head. “I’m fine.” Fortunately, only the front of the car was damaged. All three of us were unharmed. The driver’s face had turned pale with fright. He angrily got out of the car, only to find a little girl standing across the street. “Driver, it’s me, Emily!” The girl said excitedly. “Little girl, do you know how dangerous what you just did was? Where are your parents?” the driver asked. Emily looked deeply disappointed. When she saw Lucas and me in the car, her eyes widened as she exclaimed: “Olivia Wilson, why are you two together?” Lucas turned his head and asked me curiously, “Who is that? Do you know her?” I shrugged. “I don’t know her.” Emily’s face turned pale as she shook her head frantically. “That’s impossible! How can this be? Where’s Jason? Where did Jason go?” The driver also turned to ask me: “Miss, is this your friend?” “I don’t know her. Let’s go,” I said. Hearing this, the driver got back in the car and started the engine. Emily panicked and ran up, banging on the car window. “Olivia Wilson, you can’t leave! I need to go see Mom with you! Stop! Stop the car right now!” I couldn’t be bothered with her and complained expressionlessly: “What bad luck today, running into a crazy person. Driver, when we get to the neighborhood, tell security not to let any unstable people in.” “Certainly, Miss Olivia.” The car sped away, with Emily chasing after us, screaming and shouting.
After getting home, I told my mother about what happened on the road. “That was so dangerous, we almost got in an accident. Mom, is that girl really crazy? How did she find our house?” My mother was clearly frightened too. She angrily called Director Lewis. The other end carefully apologized to my mother for a long time, saying they had already sent people to look for Emily and would take her away soon. Only then was the matter settled.
Not long after, the company’s business in Europe ran into some issues. My father decided to leave immediately. He told my mother he might be gone for quite a while, perhaps two or three years. The implication was that he wouldn’t be able to return home for some time due to the subsidiary’s affairs. Thinking of Emily’s lingering presence recently, I suggested to my mother without hesitation: “Mom, why don’t we move there to live with Dad?” My mother quickly adopted the suggestion. Just two weeks later, our family of four boarded a plane to France. The plane cruised at an altitude of 10,000 meters. I quietly gazed down at the clouds below, making a goodbye gesture. Farewell, Jason and Emily. If fate allows, we’ll meet again in fourteen years. During this long, difficult and painful time, you must persevere. Don’t have any accidents, and don’t commit suicide. You must live like insects – poor, pitiful, in pain, and without dignity. After all, that’s how I lived in my previous life. I believe we will meet again someday.
After walking out of the terminal, I immediately spotted our driver holding a sign with my name. Even after many years, he still looked the same. I quickly waved to him. But he didn’t look in my direction at all. It wasn’t until I walked right up to him and took the sign from his hands that I smiled and said: “Driver, what are you thinking about? I’ve been calling you.” “Are you Miss Olivia?” he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “How did you get so tall and beautiful?” “I’ve always been beautiful,” I laughed. The driver nodded enthusiastically, his eyes seeming to redden. “Yes, yes, of course. Miss Olivia has always been beautiful.” He then glanced behind me. “Did you come back alone? Where are the CEO, Madam, and young Master Lucas?” “They’ll be here in a couple days, after Lucas’ last performance. You know my parents – they never miss any of their precious son’s shows.” The driver clearly agreed with my words. “That’s true. Whenever the CEO calls me, as soon as he starts talking about young Master Lucas, he just goes on and on. Always saying how Lucas performed in Vienna last month, or how he’s going to perform at the White House next month. Sometimes I want to ask about you, but I can’t even get a word in. People who don’t know better might think Lucas is their biological child.” I shook my head with a smile. “Driver, I think you just wanted to ask about Chris but were too shy to interrupt my dad.” Chris was the driver’s son, who had gone to study in France ten years ago and had been living at our house. “Bah! I don’t care about that little brat. All he does is ask me for money.” On the way home, I noticed huge posters of Lucas hung all over the city’s CBD. “Genius pianist returns to homeland after 14 years – Premiere domestic performance” The hype was clearly working well.
We had long since sold our old house. Three years ago, Dad bought a seaside mansion in the suburbs with a beautiful view. The renovations were just completed last year. This was my first time stepping into this house. The decor was very nice, close to my dream home. The driver started rambling again: “Miss Olivia, why do you like living in such a high place by the sea? The view is nice, but you young people need to be careful driving. The coastal road has a lot of twists and turns, with cliffs on one side. You absolutely can’t speed.” “I know, don’t worry,” I said. While I was taking a bath, I heard the phone ringing outside. I was too tired from the flight to move, so I ignored it. But the person on the other end seemed very persistent, ringing for about ten minutes. I had no choice but to get up and answer.
“What are you doing?” I asked lazily, wrapped in a bathrobe and leaning on the sofa. “Young master, I’m taking a bath. Is there something so urgent you have to say it now?” “Mm.” The phone went quiet for a moment. “I booked a flight for the day after tomorrow.” Lucas’ voice sounded a bit weary. He must have been tired from practicing piano these past few days. “Alright, I’ll prepare a welcome home party for you, young master.” A light chuckle came through the phone. “How was the performance?” I asked. “Not bad.” “Congratulations. Okay, it’s 11:30 now. Go to sleep soon, you can’t stay up late.” “I know. Goodnight.” “Goodnight. Love you.” He hadn’t hung up yet. After a moment of silence: “What did you just say?” “Goodnight.” “The next part.” “Love you.” The other end went quiet again, as if even his breathing had stopped. I laughed. “What? Am I not allowed to say that? I heard your fans saying it when they greeted you at the airport last time.” Three seconds later, the dial tone sounded on the phone. Two days later. The driver brought my parents back from the airport, but I didn’t see Lucas. Apparently he had been picked up by the event organizers and might not be back until evening. I was about to eat when Mrs. Lin, our housekeeper, came running over to say someone was looking for us outside. “Who are they looking for?” I asked casually. “They said they’re looking for the CEO and Madam.” My father and mother both looked puzzled. “Looking for us? Who is it?” Mrs. Lin’s expression was conflicted, but she finally said it: “He says… he’s the CEO’s son.”
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