One month after my mother passed away, my father brought his mistress home. I screamed and cried, grabbing a glass and hurling it at the woman and her daughter. The scheming mistress cried, but clutched her head and leaned against my father, saying she was fine. My father flew into a rage. For the first time ever, he yelled at me and told me to go back to my room. I couldn’t take it anymore and ran away from home. My father was so angry his heart condition nearly flared up: “If you leave, don’t ever come back!” But I still left. I didn’t even take a single penny—I wanted him to regret cheating, to regret losing me and my mother! But after I left, I realized how brutal the real world actually was. I hadn’t even finished high school. All I could do was manual labor and food delivery. Three thousand dollars a month wasn’t enough to rent a decent place. I had to share a cramped basement apartment with strangers. One night, rushing to make a delivery, I ran a red light and got hit by a truck. I died in an unclaimed body in the morgue, while my father was throwing a one-month celebration for his new son at his mansion. He had a loving wife, a son and daughter, the perfect happy family—while I died alone on a freezing night! But then, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day that woman and her daughter first showed up! This time, I didn’t cry or scream. I just secretly slipped my father a sterilization drug.
The glass hit the mistress square on the head. She clutched her bleeding forehead and collapsed against my father. My father screamed at me: “Emma! Have you lost your mind? Did everything I taught you go in one ear and out the other?” I froze for a moment, then realized—I had been reborn. The mistress clung to my father’s arm and said softly: “Richard, don’t be so hard on her. She just lost her mother. It’s normal for her to be upset.” My father held her protectively and pointed at me: “Apologize to Victoria right now!” Victoria’s eyes glistened with tears as she quickly waved her hands: “No, no, it’s fine. I know Emma looks down on someone like me. Please don’t fight because of me. I’ll just leave.” She turned and started dragging her suitcase toward the door. But then her daughter, Megan, suddenly burst into tears: “Mom, didn’t you already give up our apartment? Are we going to be homeless again?” My father, who had been hesitating about whether to let them stay, suddenly made up his mind. He pointed to the master bedroom: “Stay. Victoria, from now on, you’re the lady of this house!” Then he pointed at me: “Emma, go to your room and think about what you’ve done!” The mother and daughter kept their heads down, sobbing, but I could see the triumph hidden in their eyes. Scheming bitches! She knew exactly what she was getting into when she became his mistress. My mother wasn’t even cold in her grave, and here they were, moving in. I didn’t know what kind of act she was putting on. I clenched my fists, wanting to throw another glass. But when I looked up, my father’s face was already red with fury. In my previous life, my pride couldn’t handle my father yelling at me. I stormed out without taking anything—and all my jewelry and designer bags ended up with Megan. In the end, I died getting hit by a truck over a three-dollar delivery tip. A miserable death. This time, I would not make the same mistake! I relaxed my grip and pinched my thigh hard, forcing tears to well up in my eyes. “Dad, are you abandoning me?”
My father, who had been furious just moments ago, paused. His tone softened slightly: “What nonsense are you talking about? You’re my only daughter! How could I ever abandon you?” I pouted and pointed at Megan: “What about her? Isn’t she here to be your daughter? Isn’t she moving into our home?” My father said without thinking: “She’s Victoria’s daughter. If you don’t like it, she can just call me ‘Uncle Richard’ instead.” Seeing their chance at the mansion slipping away, Victoria and Megan’s faces stiffened. Megan put on her most pitiful expression: “Uncle Richard, does Emma not like me?” Victoria immediately jumped in: “Richard, are we making things difficult for you by being here? If Emma really doesn’t want us, I won’t force it.” “As long as I can be with you, anywhere is home.” My father was instantly moved by this heartfelt declaration. He took a deep breath. “Emma, from now on, Victoria is like your mother! And Megan is like your sister. You need to treat them well.” My hands clenched tight, my nails digging into my palms. The flowers on my mother’s grave hadn’t even wilted yet, and this woman was supposed to be like my mother? “Dad, it hasn’t even been thirty-five days since Mom passed. You two were childhood sweethearts, deeply in love. Is Victoria really in such a hurry?” At the mention of my mother, guilt flickered in my father’s eyes. He finally stopped insisting. “You’re right, I wasn’t thinking clearly. Victoria, why don’t you and Megan stay at the apartment downtown for a few days?” Victoria stared at me, a flash of venom in her eyes. She clutched her injured forehead and said weakly: “Richard, you know I’ll do whatever you say…” Before she could finish, she fainted. Megan nearly burst into tears. “Mom! What’s wrong? Please don’t scare me! You know your health isn’t good!” My father went into full CEO-rescue mode, scooping her up and shouting: “Doctor! Where’s the doctor?!” I sat on the couch, smirking coldly. So what if she used this trick to stay? I had plenty of ways to get rid of them!
“The family doctor said Victoria has a concussion from you hitting her with that glass. Go apologize properly!” Victoria was lying in bed, her head wrapped in gauze, still playing peacemaker. “Richard, don’t blame her. I’m sure she didn’t mean it, right?” Victoria looked at me with that soft, challenging gaze. Normally, I would have been provoked. But now? I could out-manipulate her. I put on my most pitiful expression: “I’m sorry, Dad. I was just so angry that I threw a glass. How was I supposed to know Victoria would walk right into it?” My father was so caught off guard by my response that he actually laughed, his anger fading. He patted my head and said: “I’ve spoiled this child too much. Victoria, please don’t be upset.” Victoria’s face darkened, but she forced a smile and said it was fine. As long as they could stay here, she wasn’t worried about winning over a man’s heart. When it came time to choose bedrooms that evening, Megan immediately set her sights on my room on the second floor. My room was spacious with great natural light, plus it had its own bathroom and walk-in closet. Victoria quickly said: “That’s Emma’s room. Do you really think you deserve to stay there?” “Richard, Megan isn’t used to such big rooms. The guest room downstairs is fine. We don’t want to be any trouble.” Megan started crying pitifully, and I could see my father starting to soften. I spoke up immediately: “Dad, I think Victoria has a point. What if Megan has nightmares in such a big room?” “Our guest room is perfectly nice. Once it’s tidied up, Megan will feel right at home.” My father’s furrowed brow relaxed: “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. Since she’s not used to big rooms, the guest room will do for now.” Victoria couldn’t maintain her smile any longer. But the smile didn’t disappear—it just moved to my face. Back in my room, I pulled up the hidden camera feed I’d installed in the guest room earlier. Megan was crying and throwing a fit about not wanting to stay in that room. She wanted my big room. “Mom, you said I was going to be a rich heiress! Why am I still being stepped on by Emma?” Victoria’s face was dark with anger: “What do you know? This is called strategic retreat. Does that little brat really think she can outplay me?” “Your Uncle Richard doesn’t have a son. Once I get pregnant with his baby, we’ll see how smug Emma is then!” With that, Victoria walked out the door, ready to bring tea to my father in his study. And I had already slipped the sterilization drug into the kettle.
What I didn’t expect was that three months later, Victoria actually got pregnant! When I heard the news, I was stunned. I immediately messaged the seller who’d sold me the drug, asking what was going on. The reply came: “That’s absolutely impossible. This isn’t some ordinary fertility suppressant. If a man takes too much of this, he’ll become…” The rest of the message made me laugh—and confirmed one thing. My father definitely couldn’t get anyone pregnant anymore. So whose baby was Victoria carrying? My father was overjoyed at becoming a father again in his later years. Not only did he have the master bedroom completely redecorated to Victoria’s taste, he even insisted that Megan move into my room. “Victoria said Megan gets scared sleeping alone. Let her stay with you.” Victoria stroked her still-flat belly and shot me a triumphant smile. “Emma, you don’t mind, do you?” I smiled right back at her: “Of course not. Once you give birth to my little brother, we’ll all be one big happy family.” Seeing us getting along so well, my father beamed with joy and announced that the whole family would go out for dinner that night. When I got back to my room, Megan was standing in front of the mirror, trying on a pair of my wine-red stilettos. When she saw me come in, she grinned: “Such pretty shoes. I’m just trying them on. You don’t mind, do you?” Those were a gift from my mother for my eighteenth birthday. The last gift she ever gave me. I couldn’t even bring myself to wear them. I couldn’t take it anymore. My face went cold: “Take them off. Now.” Megan sneered: “Dropping the act now that your dad’s not around?” Then she kicked her foot hard against the full-length mirror. The delicate heel snapped clean off, and the glass shattered with a deafening crash. I stood frozen as hurried footsteps thundered up the stairs behind me. Victoria came up clinging to my father’s arm. She covered her mouth, her eyes instantly welling with tears. “Megan! What happened to your leg? There’s blood everywhere! Does it hurt?” Megan clutched her bleeding shin, crying: “I’m sorry, Emma. I shouldn’t have tried on your shoes. Please don’t blame Mom.” The broken heel lay discarded on the floor—it looked exactly like I’d thrown the shoe in a fit of rage. My father frowned, disappointment written all over his face: “Emma, I actually thought you’d grown up a little. Turns out you’re two-faced!” I instinctively tried to explain: “She’s the one who—” But my father cut me off, raising his voice: “Enough! You always have excuses! I think you just don’t want this family to be happy!” I shut my mouth. My father made a phone call, then pointed at my closet: “Pack your things. You’re an adult now—move out.” “I’ve already arranged a place for you. Don’t come back unless it’s absolutely necessary. Victoria needs to rest. She can’t be stressed.” I nodded: “Fine. I’ll go. But I’m taking one thing with me.”
With that, I shoved Megan aside and pulled the heels off her feet. Her hands landed on the broken glass, and she let out a shriek. She glared at me through gritted teeth. I didn’t even look at her. I just wiped the stains off the shoes with disgust. “Congratulations. You two finally got what you wanted—getting me kicked out.” My father was about to lecture me again, but I looked up at him, my voice breaking: “This was the last gift Mom ever gave me. I’m not leaving it for them.” My father froze. I walked past them and headed downstairs without another word. The driver was already waiting at the door. I got in the car and closed my eyes. I’d already sold off or swapped out everything valuable in the house. After what happened in my past life, I understood one thing clearly: money is the only thing you can count on. As for Victoria and her daughter? There was plenty of time to deal with them. The apartment my father arranged was near my school. It was one of those fancy prep schools where money could buy your way in. When I showed up the next day, I found out Megan was enrolled there too. She was wearing my clothes, carrying one of the fake designer bags I’d swapped in, surrounded by classmates showering her with compliments. “Oh look, isn’t that our former heiress? Got kicked out and still showing up to class?” The group burst into mocking laughter. Megan sauntered over to me and said sweetly: “Don’t listen to them, Emma. Even after the baby’s born, you’ll still be part of the family.” I pulled my hand away coldly: “‘Our’ family? Are you even a Whitmore?” Megan’s expression stiffened. She pouted: “Do you still hate me, Emma? It’s not like I asked Uncle Richard to kick you out.” Some of the social climbers quickly jumped in: “Megan, don’t apologize to her. She’s just stuck up!” “Exactly. Acting all high and mighty when she won’t even get a cent of the inheritance.” I said nothing, just looked down at my book. I’d been through enough in my past life to know how fickle people could be. Their mockery didn’t faze me. Megan basked in the attention and announced loudly: “When my little brother’s one-month celebration comes around, you’re all invited!” I gripped my pen tighter, smiling coldly to myself. Oh, let them all come. I couldn’t wait. Ten months passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the baby’s one-month celebration arrived. My father called me personally and told me to come home. “Enough with the attitude. This is your baby brother. What will people think if his big sister doesn’t show up?” I agreed immediately and grabbed the folder sitting on my desk, tucking it into my bag. When I arrived in my plain school uniform, my father—who was busy greeting guests—frowned at me. “Emma, do you have any sense of dignity? You couldn’t even find a decent outfit?” I glanced at Megan and tilted my chin toward her: “All my nice clothes went to the new heiress, didn’t they?” My father went silent. He waved over his assistant to take me to change. But Victoria appeared, cradling the baby: “Emma, you’re here! Would you like to hold your little brother?” Before I could react, she was already placing the baby in my arms. I reached out to catch him—but it was too late. The swaddled infant slipped from the blanket and hit the marble floor. The baby’s agonized wails echoed through the hall. I stared at her in disbelief. This woman was ruthless enough to use her own son as a pawn! All eyes turned to us. Victoria sobbed dramatically: “Emma! Even if you don’t like your brother, how could you drop him like that?” My father’s face went dark. Without even letting me explain, he slapped me across the face. My head snapped to the side, my cheek burning. It took me a moment to process it. My father had hit me. This was the first time in my entire life. A wave of humiliation and fury exploded in my chest. My father clutched his chest, glaring at me with raw disappointment: “I really misjudged you! You heartless, ungrateful girl! You couldn’t even hold onto your own brother!” Victoria clutched the baby, wailing: “He’s just a baby! Can’t you stand him that much? Are you that afraid he’ll take your inheritance?” Everyone was staring at me now. Some with contempt. Some with disdain. Some just enjoying the show. “The Whitmore heiress is vicious, huh? Dropping a one-month-old baby like that!” My father was trembling with rage. He spat out: “Do you think I’m too old to do anything? Let me tell you—you won’t see a single penny of my money!” The room erupted in shocked murmurs. Victoria and Megan couldn’t hide their glee. This meant the entire Whitmore fortune would be theirs! I touched my stinging cheek and let out a bitter laugh. But I didn’t break down or cry like they expected. Instead, I pulled the document out of my bag. “Dad, why don’t you take a look at this gift first before you make any decisions?”
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