Before I was reborn, I was the adopted daughter and cannon-fodder villain in a story about a true and fake heiress, consumed by jealousy.
Everyone despised me, and I eventually died miserably on the streets.
Meanwhile, my fake-heiress sister stepped over my corpse, married into one of the wealthiest families, and lived in the lap of luxury.
When I opened my eyes again, I was seventeen, at the turning point of my fate.
Watching my radiant sister onstage, I smiled.
This time, I would drag her down from the clouds with my own hands and let her taste the fires of hell.
I studied hard and pretended to be kind, manipulating the family who had once treated me like dirt until they danced in the palm of my hand.
Then my sister’s wealthy fiancé pinned me against the wall, his burning breath brushing my ear.
“Little liar, how much longer are you going to keep pretending?”
“How about... we join forces?”
