After my mom saw news online about socialites marrying into wealthy families, she immediately signed up for a free training program online. My sister Maria thought those classes were all for show and insisted on continuing her studies. But since my grades weren’t great, Mom forced me to attend that training program anyway. A few years later, I became an internet socialite with a stunning figure and married a divorced movie star, achieving a complete class transformation. Meanwhile, my sister failed in her advanced studies and couldn’t find a good job. Our parents constantly mocked her, saying she wasn’t as capable as me. She had a complete emotional breakdown and stabbed me to death at my wedding of the century, then killed herself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mom excitedly asking me and my sister, “Which one of you wants to drop out and go to finishing school?” Maria beside me quickly stepped in front of me protectively, her voice full of excitement: “Me! I want to join the socialite program!” Looking at Maria’s excitement, I immediately knew she had been reborn just like me. I instinctively shrank back and didn’t dare speak up. Mom’s gaze swept over Maria, then turned to me. I quickly lowered my head and stayed silent. After a while, Mom asked me, “Rhett, do you want to give it a try?” Since my grades weren’t as good as my sister’s and I could barely make the top ten in my class, Mom was just asking casually. She already knew not to put all the family’s hopes on one person – you had to spread your eggs across different baskets and let us sisters take different paths. Hearing Mom ask this, Maria immediately turned to look at me, her eyes full of wariness and anger. I quickly shook my head with a sincere attitude: “How could I be as pretty as my sister? My figure isn’t as good as hers either. This kind of opportunity should go to her.” As soon as I finished speaking, Maria’s expression finally softened. She hugged Mom’s arm and shook it vigorously: “Mom, trust me, I’ll definitely become a top socialite and marry a rich man!” Mom finally nodded. Seeing Mom agree, Maria turned to look at me, her eyes full of smugness and superiority. But she didn’t know yet that this training program was actually pure hell. It turned an ordinary girl into a puppet who only knew how to please men. In my previous life, I didn’t marry for love or money – I was dragged into living hell. Maria dragged her suitcase and, just like I had in my previous life, was sent by Mom to the training facility in the neighboring city. I didn’t dare relax at all and quickly grabbed my books to dive into studying. There was still a month before school started – this was my most crucial period. In my last life, my grades were poor, so even when I went to the training program, I could only study secretly, hoping to turn things around someday through specialized entrance exams. Unfortunately, everything spiraled out of control later, and death completely took away my chance. But this time, I was living again. This time, I seized the opportunity to study. Although my talent wasn’t as good as Maria’s and I had to rely on rote memorization, the recitation from my previous life actually made my foundation more solid. When I reopened the books to study this time, it wasn’t as difficult as before. I studied desperately for a month and finally looked forward to the first day of school. The day before school started, Maria suddenly made a video call home. She chatted enthusiastically with Mom about life at the facility and happily showed off her newly done double eyelids. She caught sight of me eating in the corner and immediately mocked: “Some people don’t have great grades and can’t seize opportunities like I can. They’ll probably end up working in a factory later, right?” Mom glanced at me and added insult to injury: “Our Maria is still smart and hardworking. The teacher specifically praised her a few days ago, saying she learns everything quickly and will definitely marry a capable man in the future.” I kept my head down, eating my rice without saying anything. Seeing me stay silent, Maria looked even more smug. “Mom, Dr. Joel Fairfax who did my double eyelids is also really good at noses, but you have to pay out of pocket. He said our class gets a 20% discount. My nose bridge is a bit flat – if I could raise it a little, I’d definitely look better on camera. Could you give me twenty thousand dollars first?” As soon as she said this, I immediately remembered the scene from my previous life. The training facility had three types of classes in total, each with independent instructors. This Joel was the cousin of our instructor Sally Domont, a third-rate plastic surgeon.
In my previous life, Joel had also visited our class, specifically targeting girls with single eyelids for double eyelid surgery. Later, he expanded to nose jobs, with Sally helping him promote his services everywhere. Whenever someone was willing to pay for surgery, Sally would greet them with smiles and endless encouragement. At the time, I felt twenty thousand dollars was too much of a burden for my family, and more importantly, I had no interest in going under the knife on my face, so I didn’t sign up. From then on, Sally’s attitude toward me turned cold. She spoke to me with passive-aggressive remarks and got other classmates to isolate me behind my back. Right then, when Dad heard my sister Maria asking for money, his face immediately darkened. “Twenty thousand dollars for a nose job? How long would it take me to earn that back? Absolutely not!” But Maria’s eyes welled up with tears as she immediately started acting cute. “But everyone else in class is getting it done! Sally even praised us!” Maria lowered her head and continued coaxing our parents in her soft voice, “Sally said wealthy men all prefer women with high, prominent noses—it brings good fortune to their husbands. Once I marry a rich husband, Dad, you’ll be able to just sit back and count money!” Hearing this, Mom immediately made the decision. “Do it! We absolutely have to do it!” I kept my head down and said nothing. Go ahead, I hope she can handle the consequences. After school started, I didn’t dare slack off for a single day. I knew the gap between me and other students was huge, so I forced myself to study relentlessly, staying after class to pester teachers with questions. My only entertainment was listening to Maria report her successes to the family every few days. Her nose was indeed done beautifully—high and perky—but that was just the initial glamour. Joel was ruthless, using cheap materials for his surgeries. They looked good at first, but over time they would become inflamed, ulcerated, and prone to collapse. Maria later asked the family for money two more times—once for bone shaving to slim her face, and once for cheek fillers. Mom seemed to have made up her mind completely, determined to cultivate my sister into a socialite. No matter how much Maria asked for, Mom would grit her teeth and scrape the money together. Now Maria’s face was indeed more refined than before—pointed chin, prominent nose bridge, and large double eyelids that made her eyes look round and big. Sally treasured her even more as a prized student, calling her sister and teaching her every trick to please men. Maria would show off to Mom every time. Mom’s attitude toward her had completely changed too. Before, she was cold to both of us sisters, since she and Dad had always wanted a son. Unfortunately, Dad’s health problems ten years ago had ended their hopes of having more children. Now Maria had become her precious darling, while I became the unwanted burden. My parents treated me like I was invisible, which suited me fine—it saved me from having to put on an act around them. That Christmas break, Maria finally came home, and Mom dragged me along to pick her up. The moment she stepped out of the rideshare, she looked like a completely different person. Only seventeen, but she’d styled herself in a mature yet youthfully innocent mix—a designer Chanel-style jacket, a new limited-edition handbag, big wavy curls sprayed with expensive perfume, a curvaceous figure, and makeup so precise that every eyelash was perfect. She casually tossed her luggage to Mom, who immediately passed it to me without looking back. As soon as we entered the neighborhood, all the neighbors out for their evening walks stared at her, with compliments flowing one after another. “That girl clearly has good fortune—she’s a real little princess.” “So beautiful! She’s definitely going places. I wish my daughter was half as pretty.” “If my son ever looks for a girlfriend, he should find someone like her!” These were all longtime neighbors, and their envious praise made Mom beam with joy. Maria wore that gentle, soft smile of hers, politely responding to each compliment. But when she glanced at me, the mockery in her eyes was completely unconcealed. I just kept my head down and stayed silent, following behind her and Mom, and once we got home, I dumped the luggage in the room and immediately retreated to my bedroom to study. Before long, Maria followed me in. Seeing the test papers spread across my desk, she grabbed them without a word and tore them all to shreds. Her long nails waved in front of my face, the nude-colored fake nails nearly poking into my eyes. “With your pig brain, studying is useless. You’ll end up working for others anyway, maybe even screwing bolts in a factory.” She plopped down on my desk, crossing her legs and resting them on my chair back, her lips curled in mockery, her eyes filled with malice and madness. She was completely different from the soft, adorable version of herself she showed outside. I said nothing and just kept my head down. She suddenly kicked my chair hard, then grabbed my chin with a grip so tight it felt like she wanted to crush me. “Let me tell you something—everything you had in your past life, I’m going to take in this one! And I’m going to live a hundred times better than you! Don’t put on that high-and-mighty act in front of me! I’m disgusted by your fake innocent look! The suffering you endured in your past life, you’ll go through it all again! Got it?” She shoved me away, snorted coldly, and walked out in her expensive high heels. I watched her retreating figure, the corner of my mouth lifting in a silent smile. To completely destroy a venomous snake, you first have to lure it out and let it bite itself. Did Maria really think I would easily let go of the person who had killed me with her own hands this time?
In my previous life, I was forced to undergo plastic surgery, liposuction, breast augmentation, and even had two ribs removed from my waist. What suffocated me most was that genital reconstruction surgery. The pain wasn’t just physical—it felt like they were carving away pieces of my dignity. Not to mention those mandatory shame classes every night—teaching us how to please men, how to make them dependent on you, how to serve them like a perfect sex toy. This so-called socialite training academy claimed to teach us how to package ourselves as refined ladies, but in reality, it was just grooming girls to become playthings for wealthy men. I gritted my teeth and secretly called home, only to receive not rescue, but a torrent of curses from my mother. I spent little money and earned them little profit, so naturally I became the most useless one. After enduring several Christmases in that hellhole, I was nearly drained into an empty shell. Then, a turning point appeared. When the training academy was selecting a target for me, they chose a twice-divorced movie star—the same man who almost married me in my previous life, Evren Wynn. Actually, the academy didn’t want to waste much effort on me initially, but at a drinking party, he set his sights on me. He sent me jewelry and money, but the academy confiscated everything, claiming it was payment for the tuition I owed them. This training academy was never free—the bill just came later. The girls who weren’t picked by tycoons or old men met even worse fates. The contracts were filled with clauses designed to squeeze people dry—if you couldn’t climb up, you could only sink down. When Evren chose me, I found it absurd myself, but soon Sally had mapped out a “transformation” plan for me. From his ex-wife’s habits to his preferred lipstick shades, they helped me replicate everything one-to-one until I became his ideal type. I wasn’t without suspicions about his motives, thinking he just wanted a new plaything, but I never expected him to propose to me in front of so many people. My parents went crazy with excitement, and Sally felt she had produced an ace. That night, staring at the engagement ring, my heart was in turmoil. I thought I could finally escape the cage through this marriage, but deep down I knew this was just trading one hell for another hell dressed in flowers. While I hesitated, my phone received two strange messages. 【Run. Don’t say yes to him.】 【He’s a pervert, and his family is even worse.】 I sent back a question mark. Soon after, a pitifully clean burner account added me. 【Believe it or not, but if you really marry into that family, you won’t just be serving him alone. His father, his son, and himself—they’ll take turns. They’ll also film that stuff to blackmail you. Think it through!】 I felt like someone had slammed my heart with an iron hammer, and I nearly suffocated. 【Who are you?】 【A victim.】 At that time, Maria happened to be home for Christmas. With relatives visiting, she appeared poised and articulate, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She could cook wonderfully, and besides that, everything she said and did was flawless. The relatives looked at her like she was the family’s pride. Uncle Leo, after drinking, pointed at her and praised loudly: “You Lancasters have raised a wonderful daughter! Look at Maria’s appearance, her temperament—she’ll definitely marry into a good family.” My mother beamed with joy, waving her hand with false modesty: “She can marry whoever she wants, we won’t interfere!” Aunt Jane laughed even more enthusiastically: “Well, she should find a wealthy man to match our Maria. Maria, tell us what kind of person you’re looking for?” Maria blinked, smiled sweetly, and shyly pointed at the man singing on the living room TV, like a proper bashful young lady. “I already have a target—it’s him.” The man on TV was the same one who had driven me to desperation in my previous life—Evren Wynn.
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