The Fake Heiress Insisted I Started a Rumor About Her, So I Played Along, and My Curse Came True

My jinx has never been wrong. When I say someone will have bad luck, even Heaven can't stop it.

When I was five, a human trafficker got sick of my crying and beat me within an inch of my life.

With blood all over my face, I stared at him. "You'll be crushed into mush by a big truck."

As soon as I said it, an out-of-control semi-truck crashed into the courtyard and crushed him so badly there was nothing left to put back together.

Later, at the orphanage, the director skimped on our meals and locked me in a dark room.

I said he'd choke to death.

That very noon, he got a piece of fish and meat stuck in his throat and suffocated at the dinner table.

After that, everyone saw me as a monster, and I learned to keep my mouth shut and act like a mute.

That lasted until I was taken back into a wealthy family, and my parents arranged for me to work at their company.

But after just one day on the job, I had barely opened the front door when I saw the fake heiress crying in my fiancé's arms.

"Does my sister hate me?"

"She's spreading rumors all over the company, saying I slept with an old man to land the West City project, and that I've caught some filthy disease..."

Mom came over and slapped me hard across the face.

"Your sister is pure and innocent. How could you smear her with such vile accusations?"

Dad was even more furious, pointing at me.

"Just as I thought, you were raised in the countryside, all poor and jealous! Go to your room and reflect on what you've done. Don't come out without my permission!"

Holding my swollen, red cheek, I looked at the fake heiress's smug expression and let out a cold laugh.

I made up rumors?

Fine. If you want me to take the blame, then you'd better be ready to face the consequences when I speak.