In my previous life, on the day my sister Lydia Snyder and I were supposed to take the SAT, I was late because I stopped to help an elderly man named Bentley Griffin who had fallen on the roadside, missing my chance to take the exam. I never expected that Bentley would turn out to be the wealthiest man in New Jersey. To repay my life-saving kindness, he adopted me as his goddaughter and included me in his will as an heir. I became the daughter of a wealthy family. Meanwhile, Lydia chose not to help the man. Though she made it to the exam on time, she was in poor condition and failed to get into college, eventually ending up working in a factory. She was consumed with jealousy toward me. On the day I inherited the family fortune, she pushed me off a high-rise building, killing me. When I opened my eyes again and saw Lydia immediately rushing toward the fallen Bentley, I understood—she had been reborn too. But what she didn’t know was that while saving Bentley wasn’t difficult, becoming his goddaughter and getting into his will wouldn’t be so easy! ***** Opening my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the SAT exam. Before I could fully process what was happening, I saw Lydia beside me already running toward the fallen Bentley. I walked over leisurely. A triumphant smile spread across Lydia’s face: “Sophia, this time the position of the tycoon’s daughter is definitely mine.” I smiled faintly: “Then I’ll head to the exam room first. Don’t miss your test time.” Lydia froze, seemingly never expecting that I wouldn’t compete with her for this opportunity. Not only that, but before entering the exam room, I personally called an ambulance for her. Completely bewildered, she couldn’t figure out what was going on, thinking I was deliberately provoking her. She shouted at me: “You think getting into a good college actually matters? The inheritance I’m about to receive is more money than you could earn in a lifetime!” I waved my hand without looking back: “Then good luck to you.” In my previous life, I had experienced this exact same scene. Back then, I didn’t hesitate to stay and accompany Bentley to the hospital. While Lydia stood by making sarcastic remarks: “Ruining your future for some old man—I don’t know if you’re kind-hearted or just brainless.” Just like in TV dramas, I had saved a wealthy man and was adopted as his goddaughter, inheriting a fortune worth hundreds of millions. But becoming a tycoon’s daughter wasn’t all glamorous, nor was it as easy as I had imagined. As the richest man in New Jersey, Bentley had four children. They had grown up in privileged conditions and were all leaders in their respective fields. They were already competing against each other, coveting Bentley’s fortune. My appearance made them see me as their common enemy. In their eyes, I was nothing more than an ignorant country girl trying to break through class barriers. They made things difficult for me daily, repeatedly trying to frame me. The fact that I survived until the day I inherited the fortune was already a miracle. But all Lydia saw was my superficial glory.
In this life, when I saw her rushing toward Bentley, I actually felt a sense of relief. And I walked confidently into the exam room to embrace the life that belonged to me. A week later, Bentley came to our house to discuss with my parents about adopting Lydia as his goddaughter. While Bentley was talking with my parents, Lydia came over to me and said smugly: “Sorry, Sophia, but this time it looks like you’ll be the one working in the factory.” I patted her shoulder and said sincerely: “Take care.” Then I turned and went back to my room. She had wanted to show off to me, but seeing my lack of reaction, she was so angry she gritted her teeth and stamped her feet. But what she didn’t know was that I was different from her. With my grades, getting into a prestigious university wouldn’t be difficult. As long as I was willing to work hard, earning a million-dollar salary would just be a matter of time. I also knew clearly that she, always looking for shortcuts, would be nothing more than a lamb for slaughter in the Griffin family. I thought to myself: “Lydia, before you inherit that fortune, you’d better figure out how to survive first.” A wealthy man like Bentley placed great importance on ceremony, and the matter of adopting a goddaughter had become the talk of the entire city. He specifically organized a grand banquet for this occasion, preparing to announce this momentous event to all of New Jersey. He even specially invited my parents and me to stay at New Jersey’s most luxurious hotel. On the morning of the banquet, Bentley had custom-made formal wear delivered to us—our entire family received them. I opened the gift box and gently laid the dress on the table, my mind racing with thoughts. In my previous life, when Bentley adopted me as his goddaughter, he had sent this exact same dress. Although from the moment I put it on, I did indeed enjoy wealth and luxury, only I knew the grievances I endured along the way. But thinking about it, it made sense—Bentley’s dresses all came from the same custom shop, with identical measurements and designers. Lydia’s dress was probably exactly the same as in my previous life. While I was lost in thought, a knock at the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door to find a man in a suit bowing slightly. “Ms. Snyder, your sister requests your presence.” Though somewhat puzzled, I followed him. Pushing open the door, I immediately saw Bentley sitting on the sofa. After nodding to acknowledge him, I walked over to Lydia. She was sitting at the vanity table, with several servants bustling around her. Bentley had even brought in a celebrity makeup artist to create her look. Lydia glanced at me and placed two exquisite wooden boxes in front of me. “Sophia, I want you to help me choose which necklace would better complement my dress.” I recognized these two boxes immediately. Inside were the crystal necklaces Bentley had purchased at an overseas auction for ten million dollars. In my previous life, he had asked me to make the same choice. But I understood the significance of this banquet. The attendees would all be New Jersey’s elite, including Bentley’s biological children. To avoid stirring up trouble, I had politely declined Bentley’s generous offer back then. This time, Lydia was clearly showing off. I knew that regardless of which necklace she chose, it would be seen as a threat by Bentley’s biological children. In their eyes, this was like declaring who the real “heir” was. I casually picked one. “You’re beautiful—either one would suit you perfectly.” A smug smile spread across her face. “You’re quite sensible. Flattering me now—there’s still time for that.” I stared at her reflection in the mirror, wearing the dress I had worn in my previous life, momentarily lost in thought.
Lydia seemed to sense something, her lips curving slightly. “How about it? The same dress on a different person—doesn’t it look more distinguished now?” I lowered my head and said softly, “This dress was tailored specifically for you, so naturally it brings out your elegance.” On the surface, I appeared submissive and humble, but inside I was secretly delighted. Rather than saying she had stolen my identity, it was more accurate to say I had willingly given it to her. Right now, she still naively believed that after this banquet, her life of luxury would begin. Little did she know, everything was just getting started. With her vain and somewhat spoiled personality, I wouldn’t need to scheme much—simply going with the flow would be enough to let her reap what she sowed. Bentley truly lived up to his reputation as New Jersey’s wealthiest man. The moment the banquet hall doors opened, an overwhelming aura of luxury hit us. The attendees were all New Jersey’s top figures—billionaire merchants and political officials, with even the Governor of New Jersey personally attending to offer congratulations. As the banquet began, the lights dimmed throughout the hall, and spotlights focused on the entrance. Lydia walked in slowly, wearing a pristine white gown, as people exclaimed in admiration: “Ms. Lydia Snyder truly has aristocratic grace.” I quietly glanced at Bentley’s biological children, who maintained somber expressions amid the noisy crowd, looking as if they wanted to tear Lydia apart immediately. Amid the applause, Lydia walked to the front of the stage where Bentley sat with a beaming smile. Just as she was about to take the wine glass from a server’s hand to toast Bentley, Bentley’s daughter gave her a gentle push from behind. The wine spilled out, splashing directly onto Lydia’s dress. The already proud Lydia instantly lost control, raising her hand to deliver a resounding slap to the server. “You worthless fool! Do you know how expensive this dress is? It’s worth more than your life!” The entire hall fell into deathly silence. What she saw as a priceless gown appeared to everyone else as just an ordinary dress. Bentley also showed an embarrassed expression, quietly tugging at Lydia’s arm. “Lydia, so many people are watching. Mind the occasion.” In my previous life, I had experienced the same scene. I knew well that as a member of high society, every action would be magnified and scrutinized. The most important thing was to maintain proper decorum and treat others with tolerance. If handled poorly at that moment, causing Bentley to lose face, life afterward wouldn’t be pleasant. Conversely, if one could use the opportunity to display magnanimity and kindness, it would actually earn others’ respect. Back then, I had simply picked up a napkin to dab at the dress and comforted the server: “It’s alright, a dress can be washed.” Afterward, Bentley had specifically praised me for being sensible. But Lydia clearly wasn’t finished making a scene. She seemed determined to announce to everyone that from today forward, she was a rich girl whom no one dared to cross. She shook off Bentley’s hand and threw a tantrum without restraint: “Dad, this is the first dress you bought me. I absolutely will not let this bitch off easy today!” This statement completely infuriated Bentley.
🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MyFiction” app 🔍 search for “398196”, and watch the full series ✨! #MyFiction #FamilyDrama #Sister #Rebirth #PoortoRich #Revenge
Leave a Reply