After Being Reborn, the Real and Fake Heiresses Face-Slap Their Biased Parents

I spent my whole life fighting with the fake heiress. She hired someone to assault me, and I hired someone to disfigure her. In the end, we died together in a car.

When our parents came to collect our bodies, they were all smiles. They muttered, "Those two money pits are finally dead. We don't have to keep pretending anymore!"

Only then did the fake heiress and I, our souls floating in the air, learn that we had both just been pawns. The useless younger brother in the family was the one they truly cherished.

They had hired people to disfigure and assault us, then framed each other, all to make us fight and grow the company.

When they no longer needed us, they plotted our deaths themselves.

When we opened our eyes again, the fake heiress and I had both been reborn.

We swore to make this family pay for its blood debt.