My roommate hasn’t showered in years. As a result, she evolved a single, magnificent armpit hair. Whenever she sweats, this hair emits a bizarre scent of lychees. She calls it her “Pit-Pourri.” Every time she raises her arm, that scent aggressively invades our nostrils, dominating the room. As the lychee smell grew stronger, it started to sting the eyes, smelling less like fruit and more like rotting bleach. I couldn’t take it anymore. One night, while she was asleep, I snuck over and scrubbed her armpit clean. When she woke up and realized what I’d done, she went feral. In a fit of rage, she plucked out the hair and stabbed it directly into my nostril. I literally choked to death on an armpit hair. “If it weren’t for you, I would have married my billionaire CEO!” she screamed as I died. That’s when I learned the truth: My roommate was in an online relationship with a billionaire who had a fetish for lychee scents. He promised that if she could go forty-nine months without showering to crystallize the “essence,” he would marry her in the wedding of the century. Then, I opened my eyes. I was reborn. Seeing my roommate once again lost in her delusion of dating a billionaire, I decided to take a different approach this time. I’m going to sit back, relax, and watch that hair grow. 1 “Holy crap, what is happening? You guys, look at this hair!” The moment I opened my eyes, a piercing shriek rattled my brain. The terror of being stabbed to death in my past life surged back instantly. Who would have thought an armpit hair could be a murder weapon? I blinked, realizing I was back. Tiffany was standing in the middle of the dorm room, making a scene. She excitedly raised her arm, showing off a thick, solitary hair sprouting from her pit. “Pay attention to me! I suddenly grew a heart-shaped hair! It’s long and thick!” “If you don’t look now, you might miss the miracle!” Ashley, who was usually Tiffany’s little minion, laughed. “Is that hair for my eyes only, or is it a public exhibit?” Ashley looked up, and her line of sight went straight into Tiffany’s exposed armpit. Her face turned green instantly. “Tiffany! Are you sick? Why are you showing us that? It’s body hair, not a diamond ring! What’s next, showing us a hemorrhoid?” Ashley was crude, but she wasn’t wrong. Tiffany pouted, looking wronged. “It’s different! My armpit hair isn’t like other girls’ armpit hair! You guys have no artistic taste.” She paused, her expression turning serious as she scanned the room. “Looking at it… I feel something strange in my heart.” “I feel… a sudden urge to smell it.” Before Ashley, Brittany, and I could react, Tiffany buried her nose deep into her own armpit and inhaled like a vacuum cleaner. “Oh my god!!” She lifted her head, eyes sparkling. “It’s lychee! My armpit smells like fresh lychees! You guys have to smell this!” 2 The three of us collectively gagged. “Jesus,” Brittany covered her nose, backing away. “That is foul.” Seeing that no one wanted a whiff, Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Ugh! None of you have any class!” “It smells like lychee! This is a gift from the universe. This must be the legendary… Ambrosia of the Pits!” Hearing those words again triggered my PTSD. I gritted my teeth. In my past life, when Tiffany discovered her sweat smelled like fruit, she went manic, forcing us to smell it to prove she wasn’t crazy. Back then, I had stormed out, claiming I needed to buy groceries just to escape. Because let’s be real: shit that smells like chocolate is still shit. Later, I found out she really had grown a magic hair. All sweat filtered through that heart-shaped follicle turned into lychee scent. The thicker the hair grew, the stronger the scent. Combined with the “no showering” buff, the sweat fermented into a “premium” extract. My roommates pretended to be impressed to her face, but behind her back, they were just as disgusted as I was. “It’s so gross. How can someone not shower for that long? Her sheets are turning yellow.” “The smell is everywhere. It’s suffocating.” “Chloe, you sleep across from her. How do you stand it?” “You’re the dorm leader. You have to do something!” In my past life, they egged me on. I fought the nausea, scrubbed the pit, and got stabbed for my trouble. I realized too late that they knew about the billionaire. They just wanted the smell gone but didn’t want to be the ones to ruin Tiffany’s shot at wealth. So they used me as the sacrificial lamb. 3 Reborn and wiser, I looked at Tiffany—drowning in her narcissism—and my two two-faced roommates. A cold hatred bloomed in my chest. Just then, Tiffany’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and immediately switched to her “baby voice.” “Hiiiii baby! I missed you so much!” “Oh, guess what? I grew a heart-shaped hair! And get this… it smells like lychees! It’s so kawaii, right?” I swear, in two lifetimes, I have never heard a sound that induced more vomiting. The person on the other end was undoubtedly the billionaire CEO she obsessed over in my past life. I watched coldly as she continued to coo at the phone. Suddenly, she gasped. “Sebastian! Are you serious? If I don’t shower for forty-nine months and cultivate the Lychee Crystal Essence, you’ll marry me in a grand ceremony?” Watching her face light up with greed, a plan formed in my mind. Ignore her? No. That’s too easy. This time, I’m going to help her. Tiffany, since you treasure your “Pit-Pourri” so much and want to use it to climb the social ladder, I’ll make sure it thrives. I’ll help it grow thicker, longer, and stronger. I want to see exactly what kind of “CEO” has a kink this specific. I lowered my head to hide my smirk. In this life, I’m going to watch you ferment. 4 “Did you guys hear that? If you treat me well, I’ll make sure you’re all taken care of!” After hanging up, Tiffany strutted around like a peacock. “Sebastian Sterling just promised me! If I persist for forty-nine months without water touching my skin, he’ll marry me! You’ll all be my bridesmaids, and I’ll give you huge red envelopes of cash!” “What? Sebastian Sterling? The tech mogul from the Sterling family?” Ashley’s eyes nearly popped out. Brittany jumped up. “The guy who controls the city’s economy with a snap of his fingers?” Tiffany nodded arrogantly. The disgust on their faces instantly morphed into sycophancy. “Oh my god, Tiffany! That’s not an armpit hair, that’s a red string of fate!” Ashley, who had been hiding in the corner, rushed forward and took a deep breath of Tiffany’s pit. “Exquisite! Look at that shine! That thickness! The heart shape! It’s modern art!” Brittany wasn’t about to lose. She shoved me aside and stared piously at the hair. “Intoxicating! One sniff clears the mind! Sebastian has such unique taste. Tiffany, you’re basically a Disney princess!” I noticed Tiffany trembling slightly. The smell… was already starting to turn sour. Tiffany looked at me with a victorious smirk. Remembering my death, I didn’t hesitate. “Oh my god! Tiffany! You are so lucky! To be chosen by Mr. Sterling? That’s a blessing I couldn’t pray for in ten lifetimes! Don’t forget me when you’re rich.” I looked at her armpit with “genuine” concern. “Since it’s so valuable, I’ll knit a little wool warmer for your hair! You send me the measurements!” 5 “Chloe!” Tiffany was moved to tears. She rushed over and hugged me, enveloping me in the developing stench. “You’re the best! I’ll measure it now! When I marry into the Sterling family, I’ll buy you a villa!” Ashley and Brittany exchanged panicked looks, realizing I had stolen the spotlight. “Tiffany! Warmth isn’t enough!” Ashley shouted. “I know a high-end masseuse. I’ll learn a special technique and massage your armpit hair every day to stimulate the follicles!” “Right! But nutrition is key!” Brittany chimed in. “I’ll get some premium hair growth serum. We need to make sure that in forty-nine months, you are radiating the strongest lychee scent possible. Mr. Sterling will go crazy for you!” With the three of us competing to serve her, Tiffany floated on cloud nine. She could already see herself walking down an aisle paved with lychee skins. She took a deep breath, waving her hand magnanimously. “Good! Good! You are all my best sisters! A villa for everyone!” The wind from her waving arm slapped the smell into every corner of the room. Under our diligent care, the hair grew at a terrifying rate. It got thicker. It got longer. It got so big Tiffany couldn’t even close her arm fully. And the scent changed. It went from “faintly sweet” to “sickly, fermented syrup.” The dorm room became a biohazard zone. Ashley and Brittany’s smiles began to crack. Especially Ashley—she had volunteered for massage duty. Her face looked like she was attending a funeral every time she touched it. They started finding excuses not to come back to the room.

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In the third year of my secret marriage to a movie star, a photo of us making out on the street went viral. Usually mild-mannered, my husband, Lucas Hale, flew into a rage. “Gather all the evidence! I’m suing! I’ll handle the situation with Claire myself!” Handle me? I drafted a divorce agreement and threw it in front of Lucas. But his eyes turned red, and he demanded: “Babe, am I that shameful to you?” “Just because I paid someone to expose our relationship, you want to divorce me?” Me: ? 1 I was having dinner when I got a call from Lucas’s assistant. His voice was frantic: “Claire, Lucas is drunk. He’s making a scene and demanding to see you. Can you come pick him up? It’ll look bad if he gets paparazzied.” Before I could answer, I heard Lucas’s deep voice in the background: “Babe, I feel sick.” I coaxed him gently: “Lucas, let your assistant drive you home. I’ll meet you there, okay?” “No! I’m waiting right here on the curb. Come pick me up, please?” At the same time, I heard his assistant let out a high-pitched screech of panic. When I rushed over, Lucas was sitting on the curb, collar undone, eyes rimmed with red. “Why are you actually sitting on the ground?” Hearing my voice, he looked up. His eyes were hazy with drunkenness, but he smiled. “Babe, you’re finally here. I waited so long.” He stumbled to his feet. His assistant tried to help, but Lucas pushed him away. “You can go. My wife is here.” As soon as I got close, he pulled me into a hug. The scent of wood and faint alcohol wrapped around me. He buried his face in my neck, his voice raspy and whining. “Babe, my head is spinning.” I rubbed his head. “Just sleep it off at home.” “Kiss me first. If you kiss me, I won’t feel bad anymore.” I looked around nervously. “Let’s go home first. What if someone takes a picture?” He pulled me into a nearby alley and lowered his voice. “There’s no one here. Is it okay now?” Before I could react, he cupped my face. A kiss laced with alcohol landed on my lips. My mind went blank, and my heart hammered. I spent the whole night worrying about paparazzi. He, on the other hand, slept peacefully with a smile on his face, holding me tight. 2 I was woken up by my phone ringing off the hook. Groggy, I answered, only to hear my agent, Jen, screaming. “Girl, what did you do last night? You broke the internet!” I opened Twitter with trembling hands. Breaking! #LucasHaleMysteryWomanKiss Breaking! #LucasHaleDating I clicked the hashtag. It was a video. Under the dim streetlights, Lucas, dressed in all black, had a woman wrapped in his trench coat. One arm was around her waist, the other shielding her face. The kiss was deep, lingering, and passionate. At the end of the video, Lucas looked up, his gaze locking straight onto the camera. I blushed watching it. I couldn’t believe we got caught. But the comments were… weird. My man hasn’t done a kiss scene in three years, and now he’s trending for making out on the street? Sister-in-law looks hot. My bro has taste. That body, that hair… it’s definitely his first love, Bella. Stop trying to make Bella happen. She’s been irrelevant for years. One user named @ClaireIsMyWife caught my eye. He was replying to almost every comment. @ClaireIsMyWife: Fun fact: Lucas Hale wakes up smiling because he sees his beautiful wife next to him. That silhouette is 100% Claire Shen. Bet they’re already married. Someone argued with him: Were you there? Stop making stuff up. @ClaireIsMyWife swore an oath: It is absolutely Claire Shen. If I’m wrong, I will eat sht on livestream.* I gulped. Isn’t that… a bit extreme?! 3 By the time I finished reading the comments, I realized Lucas was gone. I got up to discuss damage control, but I heard his furious voice coming from the study. “Contact the lawyers! Gather all evidence! Sue them at all costs!” He paused, his tone softening. “I’ll handle the situation with Claire. Don’t tell her about this.” I froze. He was going to “handle” me? Suddenly, the door opened. Seeing me, panic flashed in Lucas’s eyes. “Babe, when did you get here?” “Just… now.” He visibly relaxed and kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry about the trending topic. I’ll take care of it.” “Are you sure? Can I help?” “Everything is arranged. Just take bodyguards when you go out.” I let it go. But throughout the day, the rumors didn’t die down. In fact, they got worse. Wasn’t he handling it? Comments mentioning “Bella” were multiplying. Then, paparazzi shots of Bella returning to the country surfaced. Simultaneously, I got a text from Lucas: Dinner with a director tonight. Don’t wait up. 4 At 11 PM, a new hashtag appeared. #LucasAndBellaDating #BellaLucasDinnerDate My heart sank. Ten minutes ago, Bella posted a photo with the caption: Had a great dinner with someone special. In the corner of the photo was a man’s hand. I recognized it instantly. The bracelet on his wrist was one I braided for him. I tried to delude myself, thinking it was a coincidence. But internet sleuths found Lucas’s reflection in a spoon. My hope died. The CP (Couple Pairing) fans went wild. OMG, my ship has sailed! It’s been three years! This is an announcement! So the mystery woman last night was Bella? Some of you are delusional. Bella just landed today. Did she mail her lips over last night? Maybe she’s just chasing clout? (Just my opinion, don’t come for me.) Maybe Lucas is trying to win her back? Hence the dinner date. I gripped my phone tightly, debating whether to text him. Then I heard the front door open. I turned off my phone and pretended to sleep. 5 The bed dipped. Warm breath hit my face, carrying an unfamiliar perfume scent. I kept my eyes shut, my heart stinging. Was he with Bella all night? Did that scent rub off on him while they were intimate? A moment later, his phone vibrated. Lucas got up and left the room, closing the door softly. I didn’t move, straining my ears. Bella, delete the photo now. If my wife finds out… His voice faded, but I could guess the rest. I tossed and turned all night. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I sat up abruptly. Next to me, Lucas was sleeping soundly, a smile on his lips. Probably dreaming about Bella. Rage boiled over. Smack! I slapped him. Lucas grabbed my hand groggily, kissing my palm. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Tell me, who were you with tonight? Why are you home so late?” He jolted awake, stammering. “Just a director. Do you know something?” Know what? That he was secretly dating Bella? Or that he was planning to “handle” me to get back with his first love? Tears welled up in my eyes. In the dark, only our breathing was audible. “Forget it. Sleep.” I yanked the blanket over myself. “Okay, let’s sleep.” He reached out to hug me. I elbowed him hard. He gasped in pain. “Ouch! Babe, what is it?” “You’re dirty,” I said, my voice trembling. Lucas looked confused. He sniffed his shirt. “But I showered.” Could a shower wash away the scent of Bella? His romance was exposed, and he rushed to announce it with his first love while planning to deal with me. The only option was divorce!

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In my past life, after my younger brother was snatched by human traffickers, he awakened a “Body-Swap System.” He switched souls with me. I, in his body, was chained in a pigsty, suffering unspeakable humiliation and torture. He, in my body, enjoyed the double portion of our parents’ love. Ten years later, when I was finally found by the police, my brother activated the system again and switched us back. He threw himself into our parents’ arms, sobbing, claiming I was the one who tricked him into getting kidnapped. Our parents found a diary in my nightstand—forged by him, mimicking my handwriting—detailing my “jealousy” and “glee” at his abduction. From then on, my parents loathed me. They let my brother verbally abuse and whip me. They even agreed to his sick proposal: to drug me and sell me off to a blind, crippled widow deep in the mountains as punishment. I overheard their plan. consumed by grief and rage, I set the house on fire, dragging them all down to hell with me. When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back to the day we bumped into the traffickers. I made the first move, grabbing the trafficker’s hand. My brother immediately blocked me. “Grandma, I want the candy apple! Don’t give it to him, give it to me!” The traffickers exchanged a look. Taking two kids was too risky, and the younger one seemed easier to control. They let go of me and took my brother’s hand. My brother gave me a sinister grin, leaning into my ear to whisper: “Ethan, I know you’re reborn too. Trying to steal my System? No way.” I watched him walk away with the traffickers, and I smiled, too. Lucas, I hope you can still smile after you use up your two chances to swap. Shortly after I returned home, the familiar robotic voice echoed in my mind—just like in my previous life. “Since the Host has been abducted, the Soul-Swap Skill has been activated. You have two chances to swap. Would you like to use one now?” In the last life, this was how Lucas realized he was in danger. He didn’t hesitate to swap with me then. This time, he was just as impatient. “Affirmative. Initiating swap. You have one swap remaining. Call upon me when needed.” Dizziness hit me like a sledgehammer. When I opened my eyes, I was in a speeding van. I looked at my reflection in the darkened window. I was back in my brother’s body. The woman guarding me was still May, and the old woman driving was the ringleader, Auntie Fay. They worked as a team—Fay played the kindly grandmother selling candy apples to lure kids, and May was the muscle. They didn’t tie me up, probably because I looked like a harmless eight-year-old. I leaned back against the rattling metal wall, remembering the hell of my past life. For ten years, I wondered why. Why did he hate me? When he swapped back, he whispered, “Ethan, you didn’t save me. You deserve to suffer for me. Now that you’re back, pay the price.” But I had tried to stop him. He was the one who pushed me away for a piece of candy. He framed me with that diary: I saw the bad men take Lucas, but I didn’t say anything. I want Mom and Dad’s love all to myself. It worked. My parents were ready to sell me to a hillbilly widow to “atone.” Thinking of their betrayal, I clenched my small fists. This time, they would all pay. I looked out the window. The scenery was getting familiar. They were taking me to Blackwood Hollow. In the last life, I fought, ran, and screamed, which earned me a chain around my neck in a pigsty. This time, I decided to be obedient. I had a lesson to teach these kidnappers. After two days and nights of driving, the van stopped on a dirt road deep in the mountains. “Lucas, honey, we’re at Grandma’s house,” Fay cooed. I followed them out quietly. I hadn’t cried once. Looking at the desolate, pitch-black mountain, I forced a smile. “Auntie, Grandma, will I get unlimited candy apples now?” “Yes, yes,” May muttered, whispering to Fay, “Is this kid slow? We’re in the middle of nowhere and he’s thinking about candy.” “Who cares? The buyer’s daughter is slow too. A match made in heaven. As long as he can breed, they won’t care.” They led me into the village, straight to the Miller house. The Miller family was waiting in the yard. Buck Miller, his wife, his older brother Hank, and their uncle, Old Man Otis. Buck held up a kerosene lamp to inspect me. “Clean looking kid.” His wife hugged their ten-year-old daughter, Daisy. Daisy was intellectually disabled, drooling slightly as she smiled. “Look, Daisy, Mommy and Daddy bought you a little brother. Do you like him?” “Like… like…” Daisy giggled. I smiled back at her. “Buck, he looks a bit stupid too,” Hank, a dark-faced man in his forties, grunted, taking a swig of moonshine. “Don’t get scammed.” “He’s normal! Look, he has straight A’s in his backpack!” May quickly produced the homework from my bag. “Smart kid,” Old Man Otis puffed on his pipe. “Good. He can give the Miller line some smart genes. Hank, don’t complain. Since your wife ran off, we need this boy for Daisy.” Otis was impotent, which was why he raised his nephews Buck and Hank like sons. Hank was a bachelor, and Buck was the only one who managed to marry a distant cousin. I pretended to suddenly realize the situation and started wailing. “Where’s my candy? You said there was candy!” The Millers panicked, afraid the noise would alert neighbors. May and Fay chimed in, “Be a good boy! Marry this little girl and you’ll have things better than candy!” I stopped crying, blinking innocently. “Really? But I’m too little to marry her.” “Men need wives,” May explained. “Start early, grow up together, it’s better.” “Oh,” I nodded. Relieved, May turned to Buck. “Delivery complete. The van draws attention, so if you could pay the remaining thirty grand…” Buck signaled his wife to get the cash. As May and Fay counted the money under the lamplight, Hank’s eyes changed. He stared at May with a hungry, predatory look. Old Man Otis was eyeing Fay the same way. Now. “Uncle, Grandpa,” I piped up, pointing at the men. “Do you have wives?” They shook their heads. “Perfect! This Auntie and Grandma can be your wives!” May and Fay froze. “What is this brat saying?” I hid behind Daisy, trembling. “You said men need wives. They don’t have any. You should marry them!” Hank’s face flushed red with excitement. Otis looked intrigued. They were desperate, lonely men in a lawless place. Two women delivered to their doorstep? It was tempting. May and Fay sensed the danger. They reached for their phones. Hank and Otis pounced. “Buck, what do you think? Keep ’em here, and you save thirty grand!” Hank yelled, wrestling May to the ground. Buck, loving the idea of saving money, agreed instantly. May and Fay tried to scream, but smelly socks were shoved into their mouths. They were bound with duct tape and rope and thrown into the woodshed. The Millers drove the van to the city that night and sold it for scrap. By dawn, May belonged to Hank, and Fay belonged to Otis. Seeing the traffickers get trafficked gave me a thrill of dark satisfaction. Because I “saved” them money and “found” them wives, the Millers treated me well. I became the family’s lucky charm. I spent my days with Daisy. She gave me her chicken drumsticks. She protected me from farm work. May and Fay weren’t so lucky. They were chained up and abused daily. Within six months, May was pregnant. Karma had come full circle. Daisy was genuinely good to me. In her simple mind, I was her companion. She threw tantrums until her parents allowed me to go to the village school with her. They renamed me “Luke Miller” and told everyone I was an adopted orphan. I treated Daisy like a sister. Once, she twisted her ankle on the mountain, and I carried her back, blistering my feet. The Millers trusted me completely after that. Ten years passed. I turned eighteen. Daisy was twenty. I knew my biological parents and the police were closing in. Lucas was about to use his final swap. So, on my eighteenth birthday, I told the Millers I wanted to marry Daisy properly. It was time to collect the debt. The wedding was a massive rural affair. I wore a cheap suit. Daisy was in red. She held my hand, drooling a little. “Luke, you look pretty.” “I’m happy, Daisy,” I said, wiping her face gently. She was innocent. Her family was not. During the toast, we went table to table. When we reached the family table—Buck, his wife, Hank, and Otis—I slipped a powder I’d synthesized in chemistry class into their moonshine.

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To secure a multi-million dollar contract and buy a villa for his illegitimate daughter, my father got me blackout drunk and delivered me to the bed of his wealthy best friend. We had a wild night. But when Julian woke up, he looked at me with pure disgust. “I’m your family friend. I’m your elder. To satisfy your own sick desires, you drugged me? You have no shame.” He threw me out of the house, naked, claiming he never wanted to see me again. Terrified of offending the powerful Thorne family, my father dragged me to a shady psychiatric institution that very night. I was beaten, electrocuted, and assaulted by the director and his staff. Just as they were preparing to perform an illegal lobotomy on me, I finally snapped. I threw myself off the roof. As I lay dying, a voice, distant and ethereal, whispered in my ear. “Little girl, give me your heart, and I’ll let you live. Deal?” 1. I don’t remember if I said yes. I only remember waking up with a hollow emptiness in my chest. The doctors and orderlies who used to treat me like an insect were now looking at me with sheer terror. “Miss Quinn… please… here are your discharge papers.” “We called your family. Please, have mercy. Spare us.” I rolled my wrist, which felt a little stiff. Then I remembered. I made a deal with a devil before I died. He told me I had a heart that was too pure, too kind. That heart was why I always put others first, and why I had been bullied my entire life. So, I gave it to him. He took away the sweet, fragile Quinn who craved love and family. And he left behind the monster—violent, cruel, and completely void of emotion. Standing there, clutching my discharge papers, I watched the black stretch limo pull up below. I started laughing. This was… perfect. From this moment on, I could finally let the people who hurt me understand what it feels like to be trampled on. When I walked back into the house, the family that had been laughing and chatting instantly fell silent. Julian instinctively pulled my stepsister, Bella, behind him protectively. My father looked at me with undisguised revulsion. “Why are you back so soon?” “And what are you wearing? Are you trying to play the victim?” I looked down at my hospital gown. It was filthy, crusted with layers of blood. The dark, dried stains at the bottom were mine. The fresh, bright red stains? Those belonged to the people who tried to hurt me before I left. When I didn’t answer, Dad’s tone got harsher. “Get to your room. Don’t stand there being an eyesore.” “We’re discussing Julian and Bella’s wedding. We don’t have time for you.” I followed his gaze to Julian. I hadn’t seen him in three years. He looked as dashing as ever. Just like that night. I remembered clearly how he kicked me off the bed. My lower back slammed into the nightstand, pain shooting through my spine. There was no pity in his eyes then, only loathing. “Quinn, how can you be so cheap?” “I’m your father’s friend. I’ve known you since you were a kid. You crush on me, fine, but drugging me? That’s incestuous and sick.” “Your father is a proud man. How did he raise a daughter so low, indistinguishable from a streetwalker?” He refused to let me dress before throwing me out onto the front lawn. And now, three years later, this man of “high morals” was about to marry my illegitimate stepsister. Before, this would have broken me. But now? My heart was gone. And with it, my love for Julian. Perhaps my stare was too intense. Julian frowned. “Three years in the asylum and you still haven’t learned your lesson?” “I’m warning you, don’t get any ideas. I can send you back there with a single phone call.” The threats washed over me. I pressed a hand to my chest. Nothing. No pain. No sadness. Not even despair. Back then, I had escaped the ward with a broken leg, crawling to a payphone to call Julian. I begged him to save me. I promised I’d disappear if he just got me out. He agreed. Then he called the director. “How are you treating her? She hasn’t learned a thing. She’s even learned to act pitiful now.” “If she escapes again, I’m pulling your funding.” Because of that call, the director broke my limbs and prepped me for surgery. He wanted to turn me into a vegetable so I could never leave hell again. That’s why I jumped. My thoughts snapped back to the present. I smiled sincerely at Julian. “Julian, thank you for giving me the chance to be a new person.” “Don’t worry. I definitely won’t love you anymore.” And I definitely won’t show you any mercy. 2. My coldness didn’t make Julian happy. If anything, it seemed to annoy him. He cleared his throat to speak, but Bella interrupted. She walked over, her hand adorned with a ten-carat diamond ring, and pinched my arm hard, right on a bruise. “Sister, I’m so glad you’re back. No one is more suited to be my bridesmaid than you.” “You don’t know how boring it’s been without you.” “I’ve been waiting for you to come back so we can… play.” I smiled at Bella. “My dear sister, I’ve been waiting for this reunion too.” Years ago, my parents built their business from scratch. I suffered through poverty with them. Just when life was getting good, Bella’s mom showed up with her. They stressed my mother until she died of a stroke. Overnight, I went from the cherished daughter to the unwanted burden. The day she moved in, Bella smashed my mother’s photo and took my bedroom. She framed me for stealing and got me banished to the utility closet. It was hot, dusty, and cramped. Every time I came out, Bella would cover her nose and say I smelled. I wasn’t allowed at the dinner table. I ate leftovers. I wore rags. I endured Bella’s punches and kicks whenever she was in a bad mood. Once, starving, I snuck a piece of cake Bella had thrown in the trash. She caught me. She took a needle and thread and literally sewed my lips shut. The nanny wanted to take me to the ER. My father stopped her. He tore the thread out of my flesh himself. “How do I have such a useless daughter? If people find out, where will I put my face?” “If you were half as elegant as your sister, I wouldn’t hate you so much!” To hide the “shame,” he fired the staff and made me do all the chores. I rolled on the floor in pain that day, but all I could think was: The cake was sweet. If I’m good, maybe Dad will buy me a cake one day. Now, looking at Bella’s smile and my father’s disgust, all I wanted to do was take a cake fork and jam it into their eyes. I grabbed Bella’s hand. “Sister, your hands are so pretty. Long, slender fingers. Manicured perfectly.” “Mine used to look like that. Until you smashed them with a hammer. Now they’re crooked and ugly.” Bella yanked her hand back, looking guilty and scared. “What are you talking about?” she gasped. “You’re just jealous I’m marrying Julian. How can you slander me like that?” Julian immediately pulled her into a hug. “Quinn! When will you stop lying? Bella is pure and kind. Just because I love her doesn’t mean you get to attack her!” Dad slapped me across the face. “You bully your sister the moment you get back? You should have died in that hospital!” I covered my stinging cheek and lowered my head so they wouldn’t see my smile. Yes. I did die. I died from my family’s cruelty and my lover’s betrayal. The thing standing here now is a monster without a heart. A demon who has come to collect. 3. Dad locked me in the utility room to “reflect,” afraid I’d ruin the wedding planning. I curled up in the dark corner, listening to their laughter and the clinking of wine glasses. I wrote their names on the dusty floor, over and over. The slap hurt. The last twenty years hurt. Killing them quickly would be too easy. How do I make them pay back everything I suffered? I drifted into a light sleep, only to be woken by hands roaming over my body. It felt like the asylum. The predatory touch. I snapped my eyes open to see Julian staring at me. His breath was hot, reeking of whiskey. I slapped him hard. “Julian, what the hell are you doing?” The slap seemed to sober him up slightly. His eyes, filled with lust a moment ago, shifted to disdain. “What am I doing? Quinn, you’re trying to seduce me again. You really are shameless.” “Looks like the last lesson wasn’t enough.” Three years, and nothing had changed. Back then, he slept with me while sober, but claimed I drugged him to save his reputation. Now, he was drunk and molesting me, but wanted to pin the blame on me again. But I wasn’t the same Quinn. I stared at him calmly, my hand creeping toward a heavy glass vase on the shelf. Before this moment, I had considered letting Julian live. After all, he had saved me once, years ago, when Bella’s friends were beating me up. He had given me his jacket and told me, “If anyone bullies you, come find me. I’ll protect you.” That one sentence made me fall in love with him. It was why I forgave him for taking my virginity and discarding me. It was why I held onto hope in the asylum. But now? That feeling was dead. I just wanted to rip his chest open and see if he had a heart at all. Suddenly, Julian grabbed my wrist. His gaze fell on my chest, where my shirt had been torn. “Why… why do you have so many scars?” In the moonlight, the jagged, raised scars were horrifying. Julian looked shocked. “I told the director to just teach you discipline. I told them not to hurt you too badly…” They taught me discipline, alright. They just enjoyed doing it with branding irons. I was about to smash the vase over his head when the door burst open. Bella stood there, eyes red. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you two doing?” Julian let go of me like I was on fire. The concern vanished. “Quinn, I can’t believe you. Three years away and you’re still a slut.” “I’m marrying Bella. No matter how much you throw yourself at me, I will never want you!” Dad rushed in, trembling with rage. He grabbed a wooden plank and smashed it over my back. “I should beat you to death!” Bella glanced at Julian and feigned kindness. “Dad, stop. She’s always been like this. Don’t hurt your hand.” “But we should send her back to the hospital. The wedding is coming up. If she ruins it, we’ll be the laughingstock of the city.” Dad agreed immediately. He dragged Julian out to “calm him down.” Watching their retreating backs, I laughed. Julian just missed his only chance to find out the truth. His only chance for mercy. I dug through the clutter and found an old, rusty claw hammer. I walked out of the room. Time to get started. 4. I stood in the hallway, watching the happy family in the living room. Julian was hugging Bella. Dad was transferring money to her account to cheer her up. My stepmother, Linda, was feeding her fruit. It was the scene I had dreamed of for three years. Finally, Bella smiled. She said she was tired and went to her room. But instead of sleeping, she grabbed a fruit knife and headed for the utility room. “Quinn, you bitch. Three years in the loony bin and you still want my man? I’m going to carve up your face tonight.” I stepped out of the shadows behind her. “Looking for me?” Bella spun around, her face twisting. “You dare come out? The men in the asylum couldn’t satisfy you, so you came for my fiancé?” She lunged at me with the knife. I didn’t flinch. I swung the hammer. Crack. It smashed directly into her nose. Before she could scream, I shoved her own hand into her mouth. “Shhh.” “Keep it down. We don’t want to wake the others.” “It’s no fun if you die too fast.” Pain turned her anger into terror. She whimpered against her hand. I smiled, tracing the knife blade in the air. “The director carved the word ‘whore’ into my skin over and over just to make you happy. Should I carve one into your face?” “Oh, you want to know how I got out? It was easy. I just sliced through them, one by one… like this.” I pressed the knife against her cheek and sliced downward. Blood sprayed onto my face. I felt a rush of adrenaline. But she was weak. She fainted before I finished the first letter. Pathetic. I held out for ten letters. I dragged her by her hair toward her bedroom, humming a tune. Who’s next?

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The day I was brought back to my biological family, the “fake” daughter couldn’t handle it. She swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. By the time she reached the hospital, she was pronounced dead on arrival. Instantly, she became the family’s saint, their white moonlight. And I? I became the sinner. My parents tried to mold me into her shadow. My two older brothers cursed me daily, asking why I wasn’t the one in the grave. Only I knew the truth: The fake daughter faked her death. I know this because I’ve been reborn. In my past life, I died trying to expose her. In this life, I decided to help the “happy family” reunite a little earlier than planned. But once I did, they begged for forgiveness. 1 “Lily! Today is Jessica’s memorial! How dare you celebrate your birthday? Why wasn’t it you who died?!” “How can you be so vicious? All you think about is fighting for attention! Let me tell you, you will never be half the woman Jessica was!” I blinked, my vision clearing. I was looking at the youthful faces of my brothers, Ethan and Ryan. I lifted my shirt to check my stomach. Smooth skin. No scars. That’s when I knew for sure—I had been reborn. In my previous life, Jessica and I were switched at birth. When I finally returned home, full of hope, I wasn’t met with love, but with disgust. Jessica staged a suicide that very day and was declared dead. From that moment on, I was the villain. My parents looked for traces of her in me. My brothers hated me, convinced my return killed their beloved sister. I lived in guilt, begging for scraps of their affection. At twenty-five, desperate to please them, I agreed to a business marriage. My husband was a monster. He beat me until I miscarried. When I called my family for help, they told me to endure it for the family’s sake. “It’s just a beating,” they said. “Jessica lost her life because of you. You owe her.” Broken, I wandered the streets until I saw something impossible. Through a restaurant window, I saw the “dead” Jessica. She was sitting with my parents and brothers, celebrating her birthday. They were laughing. Eating cake. Giving her the love I had craved my entire life. I rushed in, screaming, demanding answers. Jessica hadn’t died. All my suffering was for nothing. In the chaos, I ran out into the street and was hit by a truck. As I lay bleeding out on the asphalt, my parents just glanced at me coldly before turning back to sing “Happy Birthday” to Jessica. Even though I was their flesh and blood, they only ever loved her. I died realizing the truth: I didn’t lose to a mistake. I lost because they simply didn’t love me. Thinking of this, I clenched my fists. 2 Ryan’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Lily, are you deaf? Stop playing the victim on the floor!” He grabbed the cake—the one my best friend Sarah had bought me, the only person who remembered my birthday—and smashed it into my face. I wiped the frosting from my eyes, stood up, grabbed a chunk of the ruined cake, and slammed it right back into Ryan’s face. Ryan’s eyes went wide. The submissive doormat he knew had just fought back. “Lily! Are you crazy? Why couldn’t you just die instead?!” Ryan screamed, his eyes burning with hatred. They had said that so many times. Why didn’t you die? In my past life, I wondered that too. Living was torture. I smirked. “Yeah, this lunatic is still alive, while your perfect, precious Jessica is rotting in the ground.” “Dead. Cold. Desperate…” Slap. A heavy hand struck my face. I glared at Ethan, my oldest brother. Ethan looked panicked. His hand trembled in the air. I scoffed internally. He couldn’t handle me speaking ill of Jessica? What about the psychological torture they put me through? What about my husband’s fists? What about me dying in the street? I grabbed Ethan by the collar and slapped him back. Hard. I used every ounce of strength I had. Ethan’s eyes bulged. He was more shocked than hurt. “Lily! Have you lost your mind?” he growled. Everyone said I was crazy. Well, now I really was. Ryan, seeing this, panicked and kicked me hard in the ribs. “Ah—” I cried out in pain, face pale, but I didn’t let go. I grabbed Ethan’s hand and bit down. Hard. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Go to hell. All of you. Even if I die again, I’m taking a piece of you with me. Ryan was screaming now. “Help! Lily’s gone insane! Get this bitch off him!” Two grown men couldn’t shake me off. The servants rushed in, shoving me away roughly. They treated me like a piece of furniture, not the daughter of the house. I stood there, staring at the deep bite mark on Ethan’s hand, and smiled. 3 “Enough!” A voice boomed from the staircase. My father stood there, looking at me with pure disgust. “Filthy. Look at yourself.” Right. I didn’t look like Jessica. Without her shadow, I was less than a stranger to them. “Dad, Lily’s lost it,” Ryan stammered. “She hit Ethan. We just told her she shouldn’t celebrate her birthday on Jessica’s death anniversary, and she snapped.” My father scoffed. He cared about dignity above all else. “Is that true?” I wiped the blood from my mouth. “Yeah. What does Jessica’s death day have to do with my birthday?” My mother rushed over, hearing my words. Tears instantly rolled down her cheeks. “Lily! How can you be so cold? She was your sister!” I laughed, tears welling in my own eyes. “Sister? A stranger I never met? She deserves to be my sister?” “Have you ever considered that I am your biological daughter?” “Why does my life have to be a memorial for someone else’s?” My mother clutched her chest, sobbing, unable to look me in the eye. Ryan stepped in front of her. “Stop torturing Mom with Jessica’s name! You are venomous!” Ethan chimed in, cold as ice. “Mom, Dad, let’s go visit Jessica’s grave. Don’t let an outsider waste our time.” An outsider. I never belonged. My mother cried uncontrollably but let them lead her away. I watched them leave with cold eyes. Forget it. Parents, brothers… I don’t want any of them. I looked at the smashed cake on the floor. A shame. I couldn’t eat it. But today, I was going to have my cake and eat it too. I was celebrating my rebirth. 4 After cleaning myself up, I packed my bags. The servants called the family to tattle on me. They did it right in front of my face. Ryan sneered over the phone, “Good. Let her leave. Hope she dies out there.” Ethan stayed silent. My mother just wept. My father ignored it, busy polishing a photo of Jessica. The maid looked awkward as she hung up. She handed me a bag of pastries. “Miss, for the road.” I took it, nodding. It was ironic that in two lifetimes, the only kindness in this house came from the hired help. My best friend, Sarah, was waiting at the gate. Seeing her, I broke down. “Sarah!” Sarah hugged me tight. “Lily, did they hurt you again?” I nodded, tears falling. “They ruined the cake you bought me.” “I’ll buy you another one.” I went home with Sarah. As soon as we arrived, my mother called. Her voice was choked with tears. “Child, why did you really leave? What am I supposed to do?” “Go live with Jessica,” I said. The phone was snatched away. “Lily! What is this new game?” Ethan yelled. “Do you only feel good when you make Mom miserable?” “Let me tell you, you will never compare to Jessica. You are nothing compared to her.” “Apologize now, and we’ll let you come back.” He was sure I wouldn’t refuse. The old me wouldn’t have. I used to crave their love, humbling myself into the dust. But I was tired. Let them love Jessica. Let them bleed for her. “I don’t need you anymore,” I said, forcing a smile into my voice. “What?” Ethan sounded stunned. Then he laughed. “Is this your new tactic?” I had tried tactics before. After Jessica “died,” I tried everything to make them look at me. But the harder I tried, the more they hated me for being alive. What was my crime? Wanting to be loved by my own family? If that’s a sin, then I’ll stay away. Ethan hung up angrily, convinced I was bluffing. Sarah held me as I lay on her couch. “I’m here, Lily,” she whispered. I closed my eyes, the final image of my past life flashing in my mind. Jessica is alive. I sat up abruptly. “Sarah,” I said, my voice trembling but loud. “Jessica isn’t dead.”

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After the college entrance exam results came out, Leo, a scholarship student in our class, only scored a measly 200 points. Yet, he somehow convinced my two childhood best friends to apply for the worst vocational college with him. Blindly infatuated, they both agreed to go to the same school as him. I tried to reason with them, pouring my heart out, but they accused me of being malicious and jealous of Leo. When my pleas fell on deaf ears, I contacted their parents. Finally, just moments before the deadline, their applications were changed, securing their spots at top-tier universities. Leo ended up at the vocational college alone. But within six months, news broke that he had jumped off a building on campus. After Sarah and Zoe went to collect his body, they returned and kidnapped me to a rooftop. “If you hadn’t stopped us from going to the same school as Leo, he wouldn’t have been bullied into suicide!” “Now, you’re going to join him!” Without a shred of mercy, they pushed me off the edge. I fell to my death, my body shattering on impact. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment they decided to follow Leo to vocational college. This time, I’m just going to watch them ruin their own lives. 1 “Leo is right. It’s better to be a big fish in a small pond. I’ve decided to go to vocational college with him.” “With our scores, we’ll definitely be the stars of the campus there.” Hearing Sarah and Zoe agree to go with him, Leo beamed with joy. He then turned his gaze to me. “Ray, come with us too. The four of us have always been a team. I really don’t want to be separated from you guys.” Looking at the three familiar faces, I instantly realized I had been reborn. I was back to the day the exam scores were released. Sarah, Zoe, and I all scored near 700, enough for the country’s best universities. But Leo, the scholarship kid with barely 200 points, was trying to drag us down to a vocational school with him. This time, if they want to go, they can go. I won’t say a single word to stop them. I stood up immediately. “Choosing a college is a big deal. I need to discuss it with my parents before I decide.” Leo’s face fell instantly, looking wronged. “Ray, don’t you want to be with us?” I was done with his manipulative act. I didn’t want to waste another breath on him. In this life, I just want to stay safe and far away from these three lunatics. I turned to pack my things and leave, but Sarah and Zoe blocked my path. “Ray Shen, what do you mean by that? Leo made a kind suggestion. Just give us a straight answer, yes or no. We don’t have all day to wait for you!” “You’re eighteen. Can’t you think for yourself? Don’t you know where you want to go to college?” I looked at them. The image of their twisted faces as they pushed me off a 36-story building in my past life flashed before my eyes. A chill ran down my spine. “Since you put it that way, I’ll be direct. My first choice is definitely Tsinghua or Peking University. As for that no-name vocational school, you guys can go ahead without me.” As soon as I finished, Leo’s eyes welled up with tears. “Ray, what does that mean? Are you looking down on me because I can only go to a vocational college?” Zoe pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears. “Leo, don’t cry. Even if you go to a vocational school, we’re willing to go with you.” “Some people think going to a university makes them special, but they’ll just end up working for someone else anyway. I don’t know where he gets his superiority complex!” Sarah pointed an accusing finger at me. “Ray Shen, I think you’re just jealous of Leo, so you’re putting him down on purpose. Apologize to him right now, or don’t expect us to ever talk to you again!” 2 Their blind defense of Leo chilled me to the bone. We grew up together. They were like family to me. They once swore they’d always be good to me, that no matter who I chose to be with, they’d offer their sincerest blessings. But everything changed in our junior year of high school when Leo transferred here. He told me he was the scholarship student my family had been sponsoring and brought me sweet potatoes from his village as a thank you. Seeing how simple and sincere he seemed, I introduced him to Sarah and Zoe. I never expected that from then on, they would change. They poured all their attention and care into Leo, constantly using our friendship to force me to bow down to him. I was the fool in my past life, holding onto hope for them, which led to my death. Now, I wish I could be galaxies away from them. “Then let’s not contact each other anymore. You go to your vocational school, I’ll go to my university. Let’s pretend we never knew each other.” Sarah and Zoe clearly didn’t expect that answer. They stiffened. I ignored them, grabbed my laptop bag, and started to leave. But Leo snatched the bag from my hands. “Ray, I know you’ve always liked Sarah and Zoe. You’re just saying these things out of anger. To stop you from regretting it later, I’ll fill out the application for you.” Leo opened my laptop, ready to log in to my account and submit the application on my behalf. I panicked and lunged to grab my computer back, but he hid behind Sarah and Zoe, using them as shields. I couldn’t get past the two of them alone. I could only watch helplessly as Leo filled out the vocational school application for me. After submitting it, Leo handed the laptop back, unable to hide the smug look in his eyes. “I used up all three modification chances for the application. Now you have to come to vocational school with us.” Rage exploded inside me. I raised my hand to slap Leo. “Who gave you the right to decide for me?!” Sarah grabbed my wrist in a vice grip and shoved me hard. I stumbled and fell. She screamed, “Leo did this for your own good! Instead of being grateful, you’re biting the hand that feeds you!” Zoe looked down at me haughtily. “The application is submitted. It’s a done deal. Just come to vocational school with us quietly.” “Leo already promised that once school starts, he’ll choose one of us to be his girlfriend. The one who isn’t chosen can reluctantly be your girlfriend.” I looked up at them coldly. “Do I look like a recycling bin? Only good for picking up Leo’s trash?” Sarah and Zoe glared at me furiously. Leo grabbed their arms. “Sarah, Zoe, don’t be mad. Ray will understand eventually that we did this for him.” “The movie is about to start. Let’s go.” The three of them turned and walked toward the cinema upstairs. I looked at the submitted application on my screen, feeling a desolate emptiness. Even reborn, could I not escape the fate of being entangled with these three scumbags? I hugged my laptop and went home to find my parents. Seeing them, the floodgates opened. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably. My mom wiped my tears. “Ray, what happened?” Choking back sobs, I told them everything. My dad slammed his hand on the table, furious. “This is outrageous! That ungrateful wolf Leo! Our family sponsored his education, and this is how he repays us?” My mom was equally anxious. “Ray’s application has been changed. What do we do?” My dad immediately called my teacher to ask if a submitted application could be revoked. 3 The teacher said that before the deadline, applications could be modified an unlimited number of times. The “three times limit” was just something teachers said to make us take the process seriously. The application was fixed, but I knew things with Leo and the girls weren’t over. Since they wouldn’t let me go in my past life or this one, I wasn’t going to sit and wait for death again. Once my plan was set, the heavy stone in my heart finally lifted. Leo thought my enrollment in vocational school was a sure thing, so he went on a trip with Sarah and Zoe. He sent me photos of them being intimate every day. [Ray Shen, it must hurt seeing the two women you love simping for me, huh?] [Sarah and Zoe said they’d rather be my backups than choose you. As a man, don’t you feel like a total failure?] Facing his provocations, I felt nothing. Because I knew his good days were numbered. When the Tsinghua University acceptance letter arrived, the property management sent a message in the resident group chat. [A student in our community has been accepted to Tsinghua University! The management will award them 100,000 RMB as encouragement. Residents are invited to attend the ceremony tomorrow!] This was a tradition in our community. Acceptance letters from top universities like Tsinghua and Peking were first sent to the management office for a ceremony. The group chat exploded with congratulations. Sarah’s mom sent a voice note: “Thank you all for the blessings. My Sarah will work even harder in college!” Residents immediately started flattering her, asking for parenting tips. Then Zoe’s mom chimed in with a voice note: “The one accepted to Tsinghua is obviously my Zoe. Sarah’s mom, have some shame, don’t claim what isn’t yours!” Sarah’s Mom: “You’re the shameless one! Sarah scored 694. She told me she was accepted to Tsinghua.” Zoe’s Mom: “Zoe scored 697! If anyone got in, it’s her. Don’t you know one point in the exams separates thousands of people? Let alone three points!” They argued back and forth, both claiming their daughter got into Tsinghua. Watching the messages pop up, I smirked. I wondered if they’d faint from anger if they knew their daughters had applied to the worst vocational school just for a broke boy. Finally, property management stepped in to mediate, confirming only one student got into Tsinghua, and the name would be revealed at the ceremony tomorrow. Because of the argument, a huge crowd showed up for the ceremony. Everyone wanted to see whose kid got into Tsinghua. Before the ceremony started, Leo and the girls came up to me. He looked at me and said, “Ray, you should have reflected enough by now. If you sincerely apologize and promise that your family will continue to sponsor my tuition and living expenses at vocational school, we can still be best friends.” “But vocational school is expensive. It can’t be 2,000 a month anymore. I need at least 10,000 a month.” I almost laughed at his shamelessness. “Leo, let me tell you this: from now on, my family won’t give you a single cent!” Leo’s eyes reddened, and he looked at Sarah and Zoe. They immediately scolded me. “Ray Shen, don’t be ungrateful! Leo accepting your family’s sponsorship is giving you face!” “If you don’t agree to Leo’s request today, don’t expect us to look out for you at school!” I sneered at them. “You two should worry about yourselves first!” The host on stage, holding the Tsinghua acceptance letter, shouted, “Please welcome the student from Building 17, Unit 502, Ray Shen, to the stage to receive the Tsinghua University acceptance letter and the 100,000 RMB reward!” Under everyone’s gaze, I walked up to receive my letter. Sarah’s mom and Zoe’s mom rushed the stage, screaming. “Impossible! There must be a mistake! This letter belongs to my Zoe!” “The one accepted to Tsinghua should be my Sarah!” Just then, a postman in green walked to the front of the stage and shouted, “Sarah Zhang, Zoe Guo, your acceptance letters have arrived.” 4 The noisy crowd instantly went silent. Sarah’s mom and Zoe’s mom snapped out of it and rushed off the stage to snatch the letters from the postman. They complained loudly: “What’s wrong with you? Why are you slower than everyone else? Were you slacking off?” “Others got their letters ages ago, and you just brought ours today? You almost ruined my daughter’s big moment! I’m going to file a complaint!” They grabbed the letters, cursing, and tried to hand them to the host without even opening them. Sarah and Zoe rushed to stop them. “Mom, the letter just arrived. Let’s open it at home.” “Mom, I want to share the joy with Dad. Let’s go home and wait for him.” They hadn’t dared to tell their families about applying to vocational school. They thought once the letter arrived, the deed would be done, and they’d just get scolded. If people found out now, in front of everyone, their moms would go crazy. But their moms were too focused on outdoing each other to listen. Sarah’s mom beamed. “Why be shy? Everyone is here to celebrate your success!” Zoe’s mom looked arrogantly at the host. “You said 100,000 for getting into Tsinghua. My daughter’s letter was late, but you can’t renege on the deal!” The host replied, “It’s tradition. If they really got into Tsinghua, the money is theirs.” Their eyes lit up. To ordinary working-class families, 100,000 was a year’s salary. They eagerly handed the unopened envelopes to the host. Sarah’s mom hugged her daughter. “Sarah, you made me so proud! All my hard work paid off!” Zoe’s mom looked at Zoe approvingly. “Zoe, this 100,000 is all yours for pocket money.” Neighbors chimed in: “I can’t believe our community produced three Tsinghua/Peking students this year! What a joyous occasion!” “With three top students, property prices are going to soar!” “The mothers are the real heroes here!” Applause broke out. The moms basked in the praise, oblivious to their daughters’ paling faces. The host took the letters, tore open the seals, and pulled out the documents. He announced loudly: “Let us congratulate Sarah Zhang and Zoe Guo on their acceptance to… New West Vocational College?” The crowd buzzed with confusion. “Not Tsinghua? Why is it a vocational college?” “That’s not Tsinghua. Look, the letter is different from Ray Shen’s.” “New West Vocational? Isn’t that the worst one in the country? You can get in with 200 points.” The moms ran up, snatched the letters, read them repeatedly, then turned to their daughters. “Sarah, what is this?” “Zoe, didn’t you apply to Tsinghua? Why is it vocational school?” Sarah and Zoe hung their heads, stammering in silence. Leo suddenly looked at me and spoke up. “Ray Shen, we trusted you so much! Why did you change our applications?”

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My brother’s girlfriend is a certified psycho. In my past life, she saw my brother give me a piece of tripe at a hotpot restaurant. Assuming I was a mistress, she stormed in, grabbed my hair, and shoved my face into the boiling chili broth! “Bitch! How dare you seduce my man! I’ll melt that slutty face off!” she screamed. My face was ruined, skin peeling off in chunks. Her defense? “I didn’t know you were his sister! Besides, don’t you have hands? Why did my man have to serve you? You deserved it!” My parents and brother begged me not to press charges, claiming I shouldn’t ruin his “perfect match.” After they got married, my brother felt bad about my depression and offered to take me on a road trip. But his wife ambushed us, dousing me in sulfuric acid while I sat in the passenger seat. I suffered severe burns all over my body. Yet she cried and pouted to my brother: “Who told her to cover up like that? I just love you too much! I thought you had another woman!” Moved by her “true love,” my brother and parents locked me in a storage room to protect her, leaving me to rot and die in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my brother offered to treat me to hotpot. 1 “I’m going to propose to Bella at the end of the month. I need a high-end suit to look the part. Sis, help me pick one out, and I’ll treat you to hotpot!” My brother, Jason, shoved me lightly, jolting me awake. The phantom pain of burning flesh and rotting skin lingered. I lifted my hands—which should have been exposed bone and festering wounds—and saw smooth, unblemished skin. I was reborn! My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of ecstasy and hatred making me tremble. “No! I have plans this afternoon!” I blurted out. “What could be more important than your brother getting married? You ungrateful brat, this is a big deal! You are going!” My mom stormed out of the kitchen, spatula in hand, and whacked me on the head. I clutched my head, ignoring the pain because my heart hurt more. Ungrateful? Who was the ungrateful one when that psycho Bella destroyed me? How did they treat me then? Fine. Since I’m back, it’s their turn to suffer! “Mom, you’re right! Nothing is more important than Jason’s future! Why don’t you come too? I just got paid, I’ll buy you some nice dresses!” Mom paused. “Did that whack knock some sense into you? Finally learned to care about your mother?” I forced a smile and urged her to change, my heart cold as ice. Ever since I started working, she and Dad had been hinting I should marry rich quickly so they could use the dowry for Jason’s down payment. When I refused, I became the villain. In their eyes, their son was everything. I was just his insurance policy. After living through hell once, I had no love left for them. Only revenge. Mom changed quickly, and we drove to the mall. I enthusiastically picked out several bright, gaudy dresses for her. “Oh my god, Mom! These make you look twenty years younger! Your figure looks amazing!” Flattered by my praise, she couldn’t stop grinning and refused to take them off. I dragged her around the counters, accessorizing her with jewelry, a shawl, and a sun hat. I even took her for a makeover—full makeup and a new hairdo. By the time I was done, she looked like a flashy, nouveau riche madame. Finally, I suggested buying her a gold bangle. Walking out of the jewelry store, Mom was over the moon, praising my newfound filial piety. I checked my watch and pointed to the hotpot restaurant. “Mom, we’ve been walking for hours. Let’s eat?” Her face fell. “Eat, eat, eat! You only know how to eat! We haven’t even looked at your brother’s suit yet!” I smiled. “Jason’s probably tired from carrying all your bags. Let’s eat first, then shop?” Jason quickly agreed, and Mom relented. Inside, I grabbed the window seat—the exact spot I sat in my past life. But this time, I gave it to Mom. Once the food arrived, I excused myself to use the restroom. From a distance, I saw Bella walking in, arm-in-arm with her best friend. My heart pounded like a drum. I ducked behind a corner. Just like before, her friend spotted Jason. “Bella, look! Isn’t that your boyfriend? Why is he eating with another woman?” Bella looked up and saw Jason laughing as he put a piece of tripe into the bowl of a woman with big wavy hair and flashy clothes—my mom. She noticed the pile of shopping bags next to them, and her sanity snapped. “That cheating bastard! Shopping with a mistress behind my back? I’ll skin her alive!” Bella charged into the restaurant like a rabid lioness. Before anyone could react… She grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her face into the boiling red chili broth! 2 “Shameless slut! You dare seduce my man?! I’ll melt your face off!” “AHHHHHH—!” My mom let out a blood-curdling scream as her face was submerged in the scalding liquid. “Bella, are you crazy?! Stop!” Jason jumped up to stop her, but Bella’s friend blocked him. Mom struggled violently, screaming in agony. She reached out to claw at Bella, revealing the brand-new gold bangle on her wrist. Bella saw red. “Jason, you piece of shit! I ask for jewelry and you make excuses, but you buy gold for this whore?! How dare you?!” She let go of Mom’s hair to snatch the bangle. Mom, delirious with pain, instinctively protected her jewelry. This enraged Bella even further. “Bitch! You dare hide it?!” She grabbed a glass bottle of plum juice from the table and smashed it onto Mom’s hand. Crash! The glass shattered, slicing deep into Mom’s hand. Blood gushed everywhere. Mom screamed, her voice distorted by pain. Bella ripped the bangle off her wrist. “Mine now!” She slipped the bangle onto her own wrist and kicked Mom, who was curled up on the floor, writhing. “Pah! Homewrecker! Try touching my husband again and I’ll kill you!” Everyone froze, stunned by her sudden, brutal violence. Jason finally broke past the friend, roaring: “Bella, are you insane?! That’s my mother!” Bella froze mid-kick. “What did you say?” Mom clutched her bleeding face, rolling on the floor. “My face! It hurts! Son, help me!” “Auntie… I’m sorry, I thought…” Bella’s face went pale. She tried to help Mom up, but Mom slapped her away. “Get away from me! Son, take me to the hospital! It hurts!” Jason scooped Mom up and ran for the exit, not even glancing at Bella. But knowing she was in trouble, Bella followed them. I stepped out from the corner, filled with dark satisfaction. In my past life, I was the one shoved into that boiling pot. When Bella found out the truth, she just sneered, “I didn’t know you were his sister. Besides, you’re an adult, can’t you feed yourself? Why did my man have to serve you? You deserved it!” My face was ruined, skin sloughing off. Yet she blocked Jason from taking me to the hospital. “You say she’s your sister? Don’t lie to me!” I missed the critical window for treatment. My face became a permanent mask of scars. My family convinced me not to call the police. “It was a mistake. Your face is already ruined, why ruin your brother’s happiness? Don’t be selfish!” Jason hugged Bella and said, “Sis, Bella just loves me too much. We’re family now. Don’t hold a grudge. We’ll take care of you!” Because of that “accident,” I lost my job, my dignity, and my life. I hid in the dark, wrapped up like a mummy, living like a rat. After they got married, they forgot I existed. Until that trip. Bella was away, and Jason, feeling a rare pang of guilt, took me on a road trip. On the third day, Bella ambushed us. She dragged me out of the car by my hair and poured acid over me. “Bitch! Seducing my husband while I’m away? I’ll peel your skin off!” The pain was indescribable. I screamed and rolled on the ground as my flesh burned. When Jason arrived and she realized it was me, she used the same excuse: “Who told her to cover up like that? I just love you too much! I thought you were cheating!” Jason didn’t take me to the hospital. He took me home. My parents saw me and nearly fainted. After hearing the story, they decided to protect Bella. “Daughter, don’t blame us. Even if we save you, you’re ruined. Better to save the money for your brother and Bella’s future children!” They locked me in the storage room to rot. I died in agony, infection eating me alive. After I died, they spread rumors that I went crazy from my disfigurement, tried to attack someone with acid, and hurt myself. I suffered in life and was slandered in death. This time, I will make every single one of them taste their own karma. The show has just begun! 3 My phone rang incessantly. I finally picked up. “周小西 (Zhou Xiaoxi – My name), where the hell are you?! Mom is hurt! Come to the hospital!” I arrived at the hospital and met Bella’s scrutinizing gaze. “Hi sister-in-law, I’m Jason’s sister. How’s Mom?” Even though I identified myself immediately, Bella still looked hostile. “He never told me his sister was this old.” “I’m two years younger than Jason. And sister-in-law, he never told me you were this pretty!” Flattery worked. Her expression softened. Jason wheeled Mom out. Her face was swollen, covered in blisters, skin peeling. Her left hand was bandaged after glass removal. She looked worse than I did in my past life. When the doctor said she had deep burns, permanent disfigurement, and needed multiple skin grafts, she broke down. I threw myself on her, wailing. “Mom! Who did this to you?! Make them pay!” Mom glared at Bella. She pushed me away and slapped Bella with her good hand. “Bitch! You ruined my face! I’m sending you to jail!” Bella cowered behind Jason. Dad arrived in the chaos. Seeing Mom’s ghostly face, he almost collapsed. “What happened?!” After hearing the story, Mom demanded Jason call the police and dump Bella. Bella cried, using the same lines as before. “I didn’t mean to! I just love Jason too much!” I smirked internally and used Mom’s own words against her. “Mom, it was a misunderstanding. Jason and Bella are getting married. You can’t be selfish and ruin their happiness!” Bella nodded frantically. “Yes! Uncle, Auntie, I’m so sorry! Honey, I don’t need a dowry or jewelry! I’ll marry you and take care of your parents to make up for this!” Jason and Dad looked pleased. But the knife hurts differently when it’s in your own flesh. Mom refused. “No! I won’t let my son marry this vicious bitch! Get out!” Seeing Bella about to leave, I jumped in. This wasn’t enough suffering yet. “Mom, don’t be impulsive. Think about Jason’s future!” I whispered in her ear, and Mom finally relented. “Fine. But you pay for everything! Medical bills, surgery, and my retirement!” Bella gasped. The doctor estimated costs in the millions. Seeing her hesitate, Mom screamed about jail again. I pulled Bella aside. “Sister-in-law, Mom is just angry. She loves Jason! Once you get married and have a baby, she won’t make you pay anymore!” Jason joined in. “Yes, baby, just calm her down. Or you really will go to jail!” Bella gritted her teeth and agreed. They got their marriage certificate the next day. No wedding. Bella’s parents were dead, so she moved in with us. For a woman like her—insecure and possessive—status matters more than money. Mom knew this. To get revenge, she played the evil mother-in-law card hard. Using her injury as an excuse, she fought Bella for Jason’s attention constantly. She made Bella cook complicated meals, forced Jason to video call her in front of Bella, and acted like a baby. Late at night, she’d knock on their door, demanding Jason apply her ointment. When I wasn’t home, she even made Jason sponge bathe her. Bella finally exploded. She called Mom shameless. Mom retorted, enjoying Bella’s rage: “You have a dirty mind! I bathed him when he was a baby! Now I’m hurt, it’s only right he helps me!” “And you! Married two months and still acting like a brat? One more word and I’ll send you to the police station to learn some manners!” Bella lost again. She felt like she was going crazy. She complained to Jason, but his patience was gone. “You’re overthinking it! Mom is like this because of you! You should take it!” “Don’t fight her. If she calls the cops, no one can save you!” Exhausted by the constant war at home, Jason started using work as an excuse to stay out late. Furious at Jason’s avoidance, Bella tried to trigger Mom. She told Mom that Dad coming home late meant he was cheating on his “ugly old wife.” “Mom, you think Dad is working for your medical bills? Maybe he has a mistress!” Mom exploded. “Bullshit! Only a psycho sees cheaters everywhere!” “If not for you ruining me, would they have to work this hard?!” “You crazy woman! He’s avoiding you, not me!” That sentence planted a seed of doubt in Bella’s mind. She stopped arguing and stormed out. For the next few days, I followed her. She was stalking Jason. But Jason was genuinely working. He hadn’t done anything wrong. One day, Bella cornered me with a long hair she found. “Xiaoxi (Sisi), have you been in your brother’s car lately?” I shook my head. “No, I haven’t seen him in days. He’s so busy!” She clenched her fist, eyes murderous, and slammed her door. I smiled. I knew what was coming. That night, I stayed home to watch the show. Bella didn’t come back, but Jason did. He drank water, complaining about a demanding female client. Just as he dropped her off at a 5-star hotel, his phone rang. He picked up, and his face crumbled. He screamed: “Bella, are you insane?! Where the hell are you?!” 4 Bella’s maniacal laughter came through the phone, mixed with a woman’s screams. Whatever she said made Jason almost crush his phone. “I’m warning you, don’t do anything! She’s not someone we can offend…” Bella hung up. “Fuck!” Jason smashed his phone and ran out. He bumped into Dad coming home. “What’s wrong?” I grabbed them. “Bad news! Bella’s psycho mode is activated!” “I think she’s beating someone up again!” “What?!” My parents turned pale. Mom grabbed a scarf to hide her face, and we chased after Jason. We arrived at the city’s top luxury hotel. The lobby was packed. Pushing through the crowd, the scene was chaotic. Bella looked like a demon from hell, straddling a woman, slapping her left and right. Jason roared, trying to drag her off, but she had a death grip on the woman’s hair. “You’re still protecting this slut!” She bit Jason’s arm. He let go in pain. “Everyone look! This fox seduced my husband! Opening a room in this expensive hotel!” Jason screamed, “Shut up! Nothing happened! She’s a client!” Bella’s friend blocked him. “Oh please! We’ve been tracking you for days! You think you’re slick?” “Touch me and I’ll sue for harassment! Guilt makes you violent!” Jason was frantic but couldn’t touch her. He tried to show his phone for proof, but remembered he smashed it. He begged the crowd for help. I watched his desperation with glee. Bella thought he was protecting the mistress. She snapped completely. She kicked the woman in the waist with her stilettos. The woman groaned, curling up. “Jason, help me!” The woman clutched her bathrobe, trying to cover herself. “Still using that mouth to seduce my husband?” Bella kicked her in the mouth. Blood sprayed. I stepped in, pretending to help. “Sister-in-law, this must be a misunderstanding! Hitting people is illegal!” Mom and Dad begged the crowd not to call the police, saying we’d settle privately. They didn’t want Bella arrested because it would ruin their future grandchild’s chances of getting a government job. “Stop being crazy! She really is a client! Nothing happened!” Jason’s defense only fueled Bella’s madness. She started ripping the woman’s robe off. The woman was covered in bruises. Bella had been beating her for a while. “Pah! What client meets late at night in a robe? Jason, do you think I’m three?!” “This slut slept her way to the top! I’ll show everyone what she really is!” The woman screamed. Jason lost it. He kicked the friend away and slapped Bella hard. “You are insane! She is our biggest client! You ruined my project!” “Do you want me to get fired?!” That slap was like pouring gasoline on fire.

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The first thing I did after being reborn was secretly move my parents’ graves. In their place, I buried the ashes of a stray dog. Not only that, I poured manure all over the site. Why? Because in my past life, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart insisted on paying respects to my parents with him. From that day on, my life spiraled into endless misfortune. Meanwhile, she flourished. She landed a job at a top tech company and even won the lottery. Not long after, I died of a sudden illness. My spirit lingered, and I heard her gloating to my boyfriend: “Thanks to your dead girlfriend, I swapped our fates. She had no idea how lucky she was. Now everything that was hers is mine!” Hearing that, I wanted to scream, to tear them apart. Then I opened my eyes. I was back to the day she asked to visit my parents’ grave. Chapter 1 “Sarah, is this where your parents are buried?” Emily looked at me with wide, curious eyes. I nodded. “Yes, my mom and dad are right here.” Her eyes lit up. She bowed deeply before the tombstone. “Sarah, let me burn some paper money for them too,” she said, smiling sweetly. “It’s just a token of my respect.” In my past life, I was touched by her gesture. But this time, I knew better. Her “token of respect” was a ritual to steal my luck. I replied coldly, “No need, Emily. They’re my parents. It’s more sincere if I do it myself.” Emily’s face fell instantly. She turned to look at my boyfriend with misty eyes. “Mark, I just wanted to show my respect! I didn’t mean anything else!” “Sarah,” Mark chimed in, frowning at me. “Emily is just being kind. Why are you rejecting her like that?” I looked at the two of them and sneered internally. “Fine,” I said flatly. “If you want to burn it, burn it.” As soon as I spoke, Emily shot Mark a look. Mark turned to me. “Sarah, let’s go buy some flowers to put on the grave.” In my past life, this was how he lured me away. When we returned, Emily had already finished her ritual. I asked her what she burned back then. She looked flustered but brushed it off. I didn’t think much of it. Only after I died did I realize she had stolen my family’s fortune. This time, I wouldn’t stop her. After all, the ashes in that grave didn’t belong to my parents. My parents were safe in a cemetery back in my hometown. The only thing protecting Emily now was… well, nothing good. As I walked away with Mark, I saw Emily pull out a stack of yellow paper from her bag. I noticed faint red markings on them—her birth date written in her own blood. I smiled, pretending not to see, and followed Mark down the hill. When we returned with the flowers, Emily was done. She took the bouquet from me, beaming. “Sarah, I asked your parents to bless you too!” I gave her a faint smile but didn’t say a word. Looking at the triumphant glint in her eyes, I couldn’t help but smirk. Chapter 2 After saying goodbye to Mark and Emily, I went straight to the hospital for a full checkup. The doctor told me I was perfectly healthy. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. In my past life, I died from a mysterious illness. This time, that wasn’t going to happen. When I got home, my phone rang. It was the company I had been dreaming of joining—a high-security government contractor. They told me I passed the interview and wanted me to start ASAP. I was stunned. In my past life, I never got this call. Instead, Emily got an offer from a huge tech giant on her way home from the grave. But this time, the luck was mine. Since the job was in another city, I packed immediately. Just as I finished, Mark showed up. “Sarah, Emily didn’t get the job offer.” He looked at me with concern. “She’s really upset. I’m going to go keep her company.” I smiled. “Sure, go ahead.” Mark paused, studying me closely. “Sarah, are your parents really buried there? Like, always been there?” “Of course,” I nodded without hesitation. I knew he was suspicious. Mark and Emily had once dragged me to a fortune teller who told them I had incredible luck and ancestral protection. That’s why they targeted me. “Mark, would I forget where my own parents are buried?” I asked, feigning hurt. Mark laughed, relaxing. “True, that would be crazy.” “I’ll go check on Emily then.” I pretended to care, telling him to comfort her properly. “Sarah, you used to hate it when I hung out with Emily. Why are you pushing me to go today?” he asked before leaving. I smiled sweetly. “I didn’t like it before! But she’s sad, right? Go be a good friend. I trust you, Mark!” Mark nodded, satisfied, and left. The moment the door closed, my smile dropped. I called my landlord. I told him I was moving out immediately and didn’t even care about the deposit. I booked the earliest flight out. Sitting at the airport, I finally felt safe. I couldn’t imagine what other traps they had waiting for me if I stayed. But now, Emily’s bad luck was just beginning. She had just spiritually adopted a stray dog as her ancestor. And with the manure I poured over the grave, her luck wasn’t just stolen—it was poisoned. As for Mark? Being with her would only drag him down. I needed to be as far away as possible. Chapter 3 In the waiting lounge, I scrolled through my phone. Mark had posted a photo on his Moment (social media feed). It was him and Emily on a trip together. They looked intimate, more like a couple than friends. I stared at the photo, feeling a wave of detachment. We started dating a year ago. A classmate dragged me to a fortune teller, and Mark and Emily tagged along. They heard my birth date and the fortune teller’s praise. After that, Mark pursued me relentlessly. I didn’t understand then. Now I know he was chasing my luck, not me. He wanted me for Emily’s sake. I smirked and turned off my phone. When I landed, a company car was waiting. They had arranged housing for me in a secure compound. Seeing the patrols, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in two lifetimes. After settling in, my new boss told me to take a few days to adjust before starting next week. I went straight to bed, exhausted. I slept like the dead until my phone rang. It was Mark. “Sarah! Come to the hospital, quick!” his voice was frantic. “What?” I asked, feigning confusion. “Emily and I got into a car accident! We’re at the hospital. Come now!” “Mark, I can’t,” I said calmly. “I got a job. I’ve already left the city.” “What?!” Mark roared. “You didn’t even have an interview! How could you have a job?” “And I saw you yesterday! I know you’re just jealous because I’m with Emily!” “Sarah, stop being childish and get over here!” I laughed softly. “Mark, I really did get a job. Also, I realized you care way more about Emily than me.” “So, Mark, we’re breaking up.” I hung up before he could respond. It was over. Now, the bad luck was all theirs. My luck was back where it belonged. He called again. I frowned and turned off my phone. Finally, a good night’s sleep. Chapter 4 Over the next two weeks, I settled into my new role. My boss was impressed with my work and even promised me my own project if I nailed the current one. I was motivated. Mark and Emily kept calling. I blocked them, but they just used new numbers like relentless cockroaches. Every time I heard Mark’s voice, I hung up immediately. A friend back home gave me the tea. Emily was having a terrible time. The car accident scarred her face, and she needed reconstructive surgery. Mark broke a rib. Worse, before the crash, Emily had dragged Mark to a high-stakes poker game. They lost everything. Now they were drowning in debt. “Sarah, you won’t believe it,” my friend whispered. “They got into the accident because they were fighting in the car after losing all that money!” “And now loan sharks are chasing them.” “Don’t let Mark guilt-trip you. He was cheating on you the whole time!” “I know,” I said with a smile. “Thanks for telling me.” I hung up, feeling vindicated. In my past life, Emily went straight from the “grave visit” to celebrate her job offer with Mark. That’s when they started gambling, thinking her stolen luck made them invincible. This time, her luck was cursed from the start. I was glad I escaped. The next morning, Mark called again from another new number. “Sarah, please! I really need you!” “Mark, did you forget? We broke up.” “I never agreed to that!” he shouted. “I just got hurt, and you dump me? You have to take responsibility!” “Why should I be responsible for an accident you had with Emily?” I scoffed. “Besides, aren’t you two happy together?” “Please, stop calling me.” I was about to hang up when Emily’s screeching voice came through. “Sarah! That wasn’t your parents’ grave, was it?! What did you do?!”

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Four years into our marriage, I sent my husband’s mistress abroad and then drugged him. We spent the night together, and I became pregnant. The next morning, Julian said nothing and flew out of the country. On the first day, my family’s company went bankrupt. On the second day, I got into a car accident. Not only did I lose the baby, but my uterus was removed, leaving me unable to ever conceive again. On the third day, my parents were kidnapped, taken thousands of feet into the air, and dropped to their deaths while I begged for mercy. It wasn’t until Julian stood in front of me, holding his mistress, that I realized he was behind it all. “You should be grateful I found Bella today, Sarah. Otherwise, you would have died with your parents.” I coughed up blood and rushed forward to confront him, but his bodyguard kicked me dead before I could say a word. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I drugged Julian. 1 “Sarah, you’re going to regret this.” His voice was accompanied by heavy, ragged breathing. I opened my eyes in disbelief, staring at the familiar scene. Julian, under the influence of the drug, looked at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. He grabbed my wrist violently. “Come here! Isn’t this what you wanted?” I instinctively jerked my hand away and ran out of the room in terror. Behind me, Julian kept calling my name like a death sentence. In my past life, this was the day I sent his mistress, Bella, abroad and drugged him so we could sleep together. Julian and I grew up together. But when we got married, he told me he only saw me as a sister. In our first year of marriage, he got himself a mistress. No matter how hard I tried to please him, he remained unmoved. Desperate for a child to secure my place, I sent Bella away and drugged him. That night, I got what I wanted. The next morning, Julian gave me a dark look and left the country. After that, disaster struck my family. Bankruptcy. Miscarriage. Hysterectomy. And finally, my parents’ brutal deaths. It was all Julian’s punishment for me sending Bella away. He had forgotten his wedding vows to cherish me forever. He forgot how my parents treated him like their own son. The Su family’s resources were always open to him. When the Qin family was on the brink of bankruptcy, it was the Su family that saved them. Yet, he destroyed my parents without hesitation. And if he hadn’t found Bella quickly, I would have died without ever knowing the truth. I shuddered at the thought. Julian was pounding on the door behind me. I knew the lock wouldn’t hold for long. But the mistake hadn’t been made yet. Bella should have just arrived at the airport. If I brought her back and sent her to his bed, everything could be saved. In this life, I didn’t want a child, and I didn’t want Julian’s love. I just wanted to stay far away from them. Without hesitation, I called my assistant. “Bring Bella back to the estate. Now!” 2 After making the call, I collapsed to the floor, weak. Soon, Bella was brought back. She looked at me with venom in her eyes. “Who are you to send me away? You’re lucky you brought me back, or Julian wouldn’t have let you off!” Bella held her head high, eyes full of triumph. I said nothing. I just opened the door and shoved her inside. “I know you and Julian are made for each other. I’m fulfilling your wish.” Hearing the heavy breathing behind her, Bella looked terrified. “You crazy bitch! Are you giving me to some random man? Even if you use such evil tricks, Julian won’t love you!” My heart ached. I shouted to Julian, “I was wrong to drug you, but I’m compensating you now. We’re even.” In my past life, I used a high dose. He went at it for a whole day. Now with the woman he truly loved, they probably wouldn’t leave the room for twenty-four hours. Seeing that the man was Julian, a smile instantly appeared on Bella’s face. She proudly took off her coat, revealing the lace lingerie underneath. Seeing my stunned expression, she gloated, “What are you looking at? Julian loves this on me. He says you’re like a dead fish in bed. Holding your hand feels like holding his own left hand.” She walked over and hugged Julian. The next second, Julian, unable to hold back any longer, tackled her to the ground. I couldn’t watch anymore and slammed the door shut. Even in a new life, seeing this still cut me like a knife. But this time, I would not repeat the same mistakes! The sounds from inside continued. I turned and walked away numbly. After gathering all my documents, I finally let out a breath. Next step: get Julian to sign the divorce papers so I can leave for good. I started drafting the agreement, word by word. Looking at his name, memories flooded back. We grew up together. He had his tender moments. He always brought me my favorite wontons. He prepared gifts for every holiday. He was the first to defend me when others hurt me. I was young and naive, thinking it was love. So I begged my parents to let us marry. Julian didn’t object, and I thought he loved me too. Until after the wedding, when he brought Bella home for the first time. He said he only loved me as a sister. If my parents hadn’t threatened him with death, he wouldn’t have married me. But he couldn’t spend his life with a “sister,” so he brought Bella home. “From now on, we are husband and wife in public, but at home, you are my sister, and Bella is my wife.” I cried, screamed, and threatened to jump off the balcony. Eventually, I forced Bella out of the estate. But driving her away didn’t win his heart. In the end, it cost me my entire family. Thinking of this, I printed the divorce agreement and clutched it tightly. Suddenly, a voice came from behind. “Sarah, what are you doing?” 3 I turned around and saw Julian holding Bella, looking at me with dark eyes, his body covered in marks. I took a deep breath and handed him the divorce papers. He slapped them away without looking, frowning at me. “Sarah, apologize to Bella.” My heart sank. I had given them what they wanted yesterday, but he still wouldn’t let it go. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Bella nestled into Julian’s arms, looking aggrieved. “Forget it, Julian. Who am I to ask the great Miss Su for an apology? What if she gets angry and sends me abroad again?” She tugged at his sleeve, voice trembling with tears, while shooting me a hateful glare. Julian hugged her tighter, turning a cold gaze on me. “Sarah, apologize to Bella. Don’t make me say it twice! Or your family’s company and your parents…” Seeing the ruthlessness in his eyes, I realized Julian might never have intended to live peacefully with me. He was coerced into marriage, and from that day on, he hated my family. Even in this life, where I didn’t send Bella away, he still threatened me with my parents and the company. He had always planned to destroy us. I swallowed the bitterness and rasped, “I’m sorry.” Bella turned her head, pouting. “She’s not sincere at all. I want her to kneel and slap herself while apologizing. Ninety-nine times. Only then will I forgive her.” Julian frowned. Bella quickly added, “If I had really been sent away last night, Julian, wouldn’t you be heartbroken? What if something happened to me abroad…” Before she could finish, Julian kissed her. “Don’t say that. You know I can’t lose you.” He looked at me coldly. “This was your fault. I know you can’t do it yourself, so just apologize, and I’ll have someone help you.” The bodyguards forced me to my knees. Slaps rained down on my face. Pain blinded me. Julian wasn’t satisfied. He grabbed my chin. His eyes were dark. “Sarah, I was too good to you before. Think of your parents. Do what Bella wants, or ninety-nine slaps will become nine hundred and ninety.” I gritted my teeth and apologized until I coughed up blood. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” After ninety-nine slaps, I collapsed, unconscious. Before I closed my eyes, I saw a flicker of pain in Julian’s eyes. 4 When I woke up, Julian was sitting by my bed. He sighed and tried to feed me warm porridge. I turned my face away. He frowned. “It was wrong to hit you, but Sarah, you started it.” I cut him off by handing him the divorce papers. “Let’s divorce. I’m giving you and Bella my blessing.” Julian snatched the papers and threw them on the floor, his face black. “You think you can marry when you want and divorce when you want? What am I to you?” I looked at him in disbelief. “Didn’t you always want to marry Bella?” He stood up, glaring at me coldly. “Sarah, playing hard to get? I told you I only see you as a sister. You want a divorce? Fine. But until the certificate is issued, don’t touch Bella. If she gets a single scratch, it’s on you.” Bella walked in, smirking at me. “Julian, that’s not nice to Sarah. If you say that, doesn’t she become my bodyguard until the divorce? But since you asked, Sarah, I’m counting on you.” Bodyguards flooded the room. Julian signed the papers, staring at me as if trying to read my mind. I was dragged out of bed silently to follow Bella. Once I get the divorce certificate, I can escape them and avoid my past fate. The next month was pure torture. Julian made out with Bella in front of me without shame. They kissed loudly in dressing rooms while I stood guard outside. Listening to their laughter, I stared blankly into the distance. Tomorrow, I get the certificate. Freedom. An hour later, Julian walked out with a disheveled Bella. He looked unhappy. After taking a call, he gave me a dark look and left. Once he was gone, Bella dropped the act. She mocked me, “Some people just have thick skin. Squatting on things that don’t belong to them, refusing to give them back even when the owner returns. Like a stray dog.” Before I could reply, a group of men rushed out and grabbed Bella. The leader looked vicious. “You’re Julian’s mistress? Today is your unlucky day!” He raised a hand to knock her out. I lunged forward and grabbed Bella’s hand. If anything happened to her, Julian would blame me. Thinking of my past life, I held on for dear life. If I let go, I’d be buried with her. The man sneered and slapped me. My head spun. “Bitch, can’t even save yourself and trying to stop me? Take them both!” Soon, amidst Bella’s screams, we were pinned to the ground. Just as we were being dragged away, a noise came from behind. “Let them go!” Julian rushed forward, eyes anxious. While the men were distracted by Julian, I tried to drag Bella toward the exit. But Bella pinched my hand hard and shoved me backward. I looked at her in shock. She whispered: “Who told you to compete with me?” The next second, I was grabbed by the thug again. “Julian! Tell your men to back off! Or I can’t guarantee her safety!” The man choked me, lifting me high. Julian looked at me, expression unreadable. “Sarah, you’re overacting. Don’t believe your own lies.” I didn’t know what he meant. I reached out to him. “Save… me.” Julian hesitated. Just then, Bella cried out in pain. “Julian, it hurts! Sarah hired these people herself, they won’t hurt her! She just pushed me, I’m worried about the baby…” I looked at Bella in disbelief. I struggled, trying to explain. But hearing Bella’s words, Julian picked her up and turned away. The thug threatened him, but he just said coldly: “Do whatever you want with her.” Seeing no escape, the thug stopped struggling. He pinned me down with a twisted expression. “Boys, this Julian guy is ruthless. Since he doesn’t want his wife, let’s taste what a CEO’s woman is like!” He tore my clothes open. “Julian! Save me!” Desperate, I used the name I called him as a child, hoping to awaken his conscience. He paused but continued walking away with the unharmed Bella. I fought with everything I had, but I was overpowered. Just before he entered me, a fierce resolve flashed in my eyes. I bit my tongue off. Blood gushed out. The man looked terrified. In the last second before passing out, memories of Julian’s past kindness flashed before my eyes. Then, they shattered. I fell into darkness. … After leaving, Julian’s heart raced. He felt like he missed something. After settling Bella in the hospital, he stood outside her room. Remembering Sarah’s dead eyes and her cry for help, he finally made a call. “Go see if Sarah is dead.” He knew she hired those people. She wouldn’t be hurt. But he frowned. He swore he would teach her a lesson when she came back. But the next second, the voice on the phone froze him. “Mr. Vance, the Madam bit her tongue and committed suicide after you left. She was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital…”

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My cousin, Chloe, set her sights on my boyfriend. Little did she know, he’s a possessive yandere. When Chloe tried to affectionately link arms with me, attempting to butt into our date, he grabbed her by the throat and hissed coldly: “Stay away from Jade.” Chloe was completely baffled. Did he misunderstand something? She was trying to steal him, not me! 1 My boyfriend, Julian, is a certified yandere. He’s got the looks, the body, and most importantly, the money. I’m a hermit who loves nothing more than chilling at home. We are a match made in heaven. Today was my grandma’s 80th birthday, so I brought Julian along to the party. The moment Chloe saw him, her eyes practically lit up. “Jade, is this your boyfriend?” I knew that look. Chloe wanted him. Sure enough, the second Julian stepped out onto the balcony to take a call, my aunt and uncle pounced. “Jade,” my uncle started, his tone reeking of entitlement, “Chloe likes your boyfriend. As her older cousin, you should be generous. Let her have him.” I wasn’t surprised by their audacity. This family has a history of taking what’s mine. When my parents died in a car accident, my uncle and aunt swooped in and took control of my family’s entire estate. They called it “safekeeping.” When I turned eighteen and asked for my inheritance back, they cursed me out, calling me ungrateful for asking for money after they had “raised” me. But the company they run and the mansion they live in? All originally belonged to my parents. And then there’s Chloe. After my parents died, the first thing she did was take over my princess-themed bedroom and steal all my Barbie dolls. From childhood to adulthood, she took countless things from me. Toys, clothes, boyfriends. That’s exactly why I chose Julian. He’s possessive to a fault. I’m never worried about someone stealing him away. If anything, he’s the one constantly paranoid about some wild man stealing me. Seeing my silence, Chloe’s face darkened. “You’re not willing?” My aunt rolled her eyes and came up with a “brilliant” solution. “How about this, Jade? I won’t let you lose out. I’ll let your cousin, Mark, be your boyfriend.” Mark, my aunt’s son from her first marriage, shouted excitedly, “I’m willing!” Back in high school, Mark had tried to sneak into my room in the middle of the night. I smashed a heavy trophy over his head, leaving him bloody and terrified. After that, he only dared to look at me with disgusting, lecherous eyes. That’s why I barely ever went back home after starting college. Looking at Mark’s greasy face covered in acne, I felt nothing but nausea. My visible disgust clearly offended my aunt. “What’s with that look? What’s wrong with my Mark? You don’t know how many women out there are dying to marry him!” Just then, they saw Julian returning and shut their mouths. As he approached, Chloe whispered venomously, “Jade, I will take Julian from you. Just watch.” She looked at Julian with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Her little scheme was doomed from the start. No one knows better than me how much Julian hates other women hitting on him. The man is terrified that if he gets “dirty,” I won’t want him anymore. 2 During dinner, Julian peeled shrimp for me. Chloe immediately launched into her “pick-me” routine. “Brother Julian, you are so good. You’d rather go hungry just to peel shrimp for my cousin.” “Jade is so lucky. She doesn’t have to do anything, just sit there and wait to be fed.” The subtext was clear: I was unappreciative. Unfortunately for her, Julian didn’t buy it. “It’s my honor to peel shrimp for Jade,” he said, his voice dripping with devotion. “Is that so?” Chloe’s eyes glinted. I knew she was even more satisfied with his attentiveness now. Her voice became even more sugary. “Then, Brother Julian, I wonder if I could have the honor of eating a shrimp you peel…” Before she could finish, she let out a yelp, her face scrunching up in pain. My uncle and aunt rushed to ask what happened, but she waved them off with a vague excuse. After all, admitting that she tried to play footsie with Julian under the table and got kicked in the shin would be too humiliating. After dinner, I was watching TV while Julian peeled tangerines for me. Chloe limped over, fuming. “Brother Julian, don’t you have anything to say to me?” “My pants are dirty where you touched them. Please pay the dry cleaning bill,” Julian said coldly. “And call me ‘brother-in-law.’ I don’t have a shameless sister like you.” “You…” Chloe turned red with rage and limped away. I burst out laughing. Growing up, this was the first time I’d ever seen Chloe eat dirt. Julian shot me a glance, his eyes dark. “Funny? Another woman hits on me and you’re not jealous? Do you not love me?” “Love, love, love,” I said dismissively. “You have high moral standards, so I’m not worried.” Julian’s gaze was thick with intense affection. “Jade, you can’t betray me. If you do, I don’t know what I might do.” “Don’t worry,” I said, cupping his face and giving him a loud kiss. “I like you the most.” Why would I betray him? He’s rich, handsome, loyal, and lets me live my dream life of doing absolutely nothing. I’d have to be insane to leave him. Seeing Mark lurking in the shadows, watching me with his greasy gaze, made me appreciate Julian even more. “Since you love me, come for a walk with me.” My face fell. “Can we not?” “No,” Julian insisted. “It’s good for your health. Don’t you want to grow old with me?” I nodded vigorously. “I do, I do!” Funny enough, at first, Julian loved that I stayed home all the time. It meant no other men could see me. But eventually, even he couldn’t stand how much of a hermit I was and started dragging me out for fresh air. 3 That night, Julian and I stayed in my old room. It was a small guest room without an attached bathroom. In the middle of the night, I went to the shared bathroom down the hall. Just as I finished washing my hands and was about to leave, Mark burst in and squeezed through the door. I wasn’t naive enough to think he didn’t know someone was in there. His own room had a bathroom. He came specifically for me. I glared at him warily. “Get out!” Mark didn’t move. His greedy eyes raked over me. “Jade, I came here to tell you something.” “Say it.” I was trapped in the bathroom with him. I didn’t dare provoke him too much. “Jade, I’ve liked you for so many years.” “Break up with that Julian guy and be with me.” “That Julian… he doesn’t look like a good person. You won’t be happy with him. Unlike me. You know me.” My eyes widened. Is shamelessness genetic in this family? How could he have the nerve to say that? Was he forgetting who snuck into my room back in high school? To stall him, I said, “I’ll think about it. I’m tired, I want to go to sleep.” I tried to push past him, but he stood like a rock. Mark’s face darkened. “Jade, you’re brushing me off. I’m not as stupid as you think!” He took a step closer, backing me into a corner. I tried to shove him away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning me. The fat on Mark’s face jiggled as his eyes gleamed with a manic light. “Jade, I love you. Just say yes.” He leaned down, trying to kiss my face. Bang! The bathroom door flew open. Julian stood there, radiating a terrifying aura. His voice was ice cold. “What are you doing?!” 4 My eyes lit up. My savior! But the way Julian was looking at both of us… it wasn’t friendly. My heart skipped a beat. Why did I feel like I was in trouble too? Illusion. Must be an illusion! Seeing the murderous Julian, Mark’s flab quivered in fear, but he quickly composed himself. He puffed out his chest. “Are you blind? I’m on a date with Jade. Truth is, Jade and I are childhood sweethearts. We’ve been together for ages. She only dated you to make me jealous.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I glared at Mark furiously. I underestimated him; he knew how to sow discord. Mark looked at me with a sigh, like I was a naughty child, and clamped his hand on my shoulder. “Jade, didn’t we agree? You were going to break up with him today.” He shook his head. “You’re just too soft-hearted. Fine, I’ll do it.” “Is that so?” Julian glanced at Mark’s hand on my shoulder. His expression was calm, unreadable. Only I knew he was on the verge of snapping. That’s just how he is. The angrier he gets, the calmer he looks. Mark, oblivious to his impending doom, lifted his chin arrogantly. “Yes. If you know what’s good for you, get out of our lives.” “Heh!” Julian suddenly chuckled. Mark was confused. “What’s funny?” The next second, the weight on my shoulder vanished. Replaced by Mark’s pig-like squeal. Julian had snapped the hand that touched me without a second thought. “Let go! Let go!” Mark’s face scrunched up in agony as he begged. Julian let go. Mark sighed in relief, only to scream even louder a second later. With a cold expression, Julian grabbed Mark’s shoulder and delivered a precise strike to a pressure point. It was fluid, almost graceful. Mark was now rolling on the floor in pain. So brutal. I loved it! Watching Mark, who had just cornered me and tried to assault me, get beaten to a pulp by Julian was incredibly satisfying. Any fear I had vanished instantly. Julian didn’t stop there. He looked down at Mark like he was looking at trash. He stepped on the hand that touched me, grinding it into the floor, finger by finger. Mark wanted to fight back, but one look from Julian froze him. He sensed that resistance would only lead to worse pain. Julian sneered. “Mark, Jade cares about looks. How could she ever like you?” “With your 200 pounds of fat, your crater face, and those beady little eyes?” “Do you think I’m as stupid as you?” “Before you lie, maybe look in a mirror and ask yourself if you’re worthy.” I nodded enthusiastically. Julian was right! Mark suffered a critical hit to both body and ego, crying snot and tears. The commotion finally attracted my uncle and aunt. Seeing Mark tortured like this, they lost it. “What did you do to Mark?!” 5 Even with my uncle and aunt there, Julian didn’t stop. He kicked Mark toward them like he was kicking a soccer ball. “Teaching him a lesson. Are you blind?” After stealing my inheritance, my aunt and uncle had lived a pampered life. They hadn’t been spoken to like this in years. Their faces turned black. My aunt screamed, “Are you even human? You beat him like this and think you’re right?” Julian’s eyes were icy. “Why don’t you ask your son what good deeds he was up to?” Seeing his saviors, Mark found his courage. Supported by his parents, he stood up and lied through his teeth. “I just haven’t seen Jade in a while and wanted to catch up. Julian misunderstood our relationship and beat me up.” “Catching up in the bathroom,” Julian mocked. “Your tastes are unique.” Hearing this, my aunt turned her wrath on me. “Jade, you little fox! In high school, you lured Mark into your room and beat him bloody. Now you lure him into the bathroom and get your boyfriend to beat him!” I laughed out loud at her absurd logic. Hello? Does she have no shame? Her precious son tried to rape me, and in her mouth, he becomes an innocent, 200-pound child? The more she spoke, the angrier she got. She lunged at me, raising her hand to slap me. Just as I was about to dodge, Julian caught her wrist and slapped her instead. Smack! The force sent my aunt flying. Her head hit the sink, blood trickled down, and she saw stars. My uncle caught her just before she hit the floor. She was too dizzy to even curse. My uncle was furious. “Julian! You hit a woman? Where are your manners?” Julian looked indifferent. “In my eyes, there is only one woman: Jade. Everyone else is just a target. Anyone who dares touch a hair on her head gets a lesson.” He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you want to try?” My uncle, whose body was hollowed out by alcohol and excess, was no match for Julian. He pursed his lips and took a step back. My aunt weakly croaked, “Police. Call the police.” My uncle found his spine. “Right! Police! Wait until you’re eating prison food!” Mark, even now, hadn’t given up on me. “Jade, dating a criminal has no future. Be with me instead.” I would have to be insane to be with Mark. But his words made me worry about Julian. Mark sensed it and got cocky. “Or, Jade, if you agree to be with me, I won’t press charges against Julian.” Julian, who had been looking down with unreadable thoughts, lifted his eyelids. His expression was dark, his smile terrifying. “What kind of daydream are you having?” I knew my uncle’s family was done for. Julian hates two things: people coveting me, and people trying to take me away. Mark hit both buttons repeatedly. Judging by Julian’s murderous look, he was treating them like dead men walking. But before Julian could act, my aunt slapped Mark. “You unfilial son! I got hit for you, and you want to forgive him for a slut? Are you crazy?” Mark argued back, “Mom, Julian hit you, not Jade! You can’t be unreasonable and blame her!” My aunt, red-eyed with rage, started beating her son. Watching this display of “motherly love,” I was amused. The tension in my chest eased. Finally, my uncle stopped the farce. “Enough! The priority is to call the police and arrest Julian. Discipline the boy later.” My aunt calmed down. “Right. Police. Let’s see if you’re still arrogant in jail.”

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