I had just returned from abroad when I mortgaged the family yacht to the mob and took out a loan for 80 million dollars.
It was all because in my previous life, the nanny's daughter had passed herself off as the family's real heiress and invited every student in our class to enjoy themselves on the yacht.
Her generosity earned her the admiration of the entire class.
What's more, she even seduced my father.
She forged a paternity test and urged him to kick me out of the house.
She even publicly accused me of having a promiscuous private life and being riddled with STDs.
My identity was completely stolen.
On the third day after I was left homeless, human traffickers sold me into the mountains, where I was beaten to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the nanny's daughter invited her classmates onto the yacht.
As I watched her bask in everyone's adoration, smugly declaring, "Have fun tonight. It's all on me," I smiled and called the mob.
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