Chapter 1 Chapter 1

I looked around in astonishment. The room was familiar. When I saw what I was wearing, I was taken aback. I was used to being undressed since Larry Sanders took me away. "Stop putting up an act, Zara Livingston. You should be honored I'm using your money. Only you would cherish such pitiful possessions. "Aren't you good at getting money from scholarships? It's mine this time. I've got my eyes on a pair of shoes." An overbearing voice snapped me out of my reverie. I looked and saw Zach Livingston. Zach was my twin brother. He was a happy-go-lucky and gentlemanly young man with a bright demeanor on the surface. However, his true personality was extremely vain and prideful. He even had a horrible temper. I suddenly remembered that this was not long after the last semester of junior year started. The scholarship money from the last semester had just been distributed, and Zach wanted me to give him the money. He beat me up because I refused to hand it over. I lowered my head and tried to calm down. I hid the hatred in my eyes and looked up. Zach was staring at me from above. "Fine. "But you have to share the picture of the shoes with me and I'll help you get it. It's easier than having to keep transferring the money." Zach did not expect me to agree so readily. He looked at me in surprise before agreeing. "Alright. You can get it for me instead. It's less troublesome." The next day, I got in contact with an online seller. "Do you have the shoes from this picture?" The seller replied very quickly. He even guaranteed that his shoes were the real thing. However, I was not looking to buy the original shoes. "I want the same brand of shoes with the highest quality but at the lowest price. Do you have them?" The seller took a while to reply. "Sure, we do. But it's a domestic brand. It's replicated carefully from every aspect and doesn't differ much from the original." Those were the shoes I wanted. Zach sent me a link after I was done with the payment. "Buy them from this link. Don't get the wrong ones." I looked at the link he sent and thought about it before purchasing the shoes. Then I took a screenshot of the purchase and shared it with Zach. When the shoes arrived, I placed them in the living room. Zach came running immediately after I told him about it. I followed him to see the shoes. When Zach picked them up, he thought they looked exactly like the pictures. On the first day of school, he could not wait to wear them. Before he got to class, he bumped into his friends, who noticed his new shoes. "Wow, Zach! Is that the shoes we were talking about?" Zach glanced at the person who spoke up. "That's right. I bought them because I kind of liked them.""Tsk, tsk. I'm jealous. They're really expensive. I can't believe you bought them without blinking an eye. Come on, let us have a closer look at them in class." They pushed Zach into the classroom while they chatted. They could not wait to have a good look at the shoes. "What is it that has all of you so excited? Let me have a look too." Tom Scanlon came over arrogantly with his group of friends. He looked down at Zach's shoes. Zach and Tom had always been enemies. Tom was also the main reason why I ended up quitting school. "Wow, I can't believe you bought those shoes." Tom raised his leg slightly while talking. Zach was annoyed. "Do you think you're the only one that can buy them?" Tom ignored Zach. He stared at Zach's shoes. "What are you looking at? Stare at your own shoes." Zach felt uncomfortable and retreated a few steps. Tom straightened up and shot a condescending look at Zach. "Mine isn't as nice as yours. After all, yours is done really well. It's quite rare to see a pair made to look so alike the original." Zach stared at Tom and shouted. "What do you mean? How dare you say my shoes are fake? I bought them from the official store. "Are you trying to make me look bad because yours are the fake ones and you realized they look different from mine?" Tom crossed his hands and said calmly, "Let them compare both shoes with the pictures online and we'll find out who's telling the truth. After all, your shoes are obviously fake." One of Tom's friends quickly took out a cell. He looked at Zach's shoes and the pictures on the cell. After that, he laughed out loud. "Hahaha! You're a funny one, Zach Livingston. You're acting so indignant while your shoes are obviously fake." "I knew it! He wouldn't be able to afford such expensive shoes." "Yeah! You should really look at yourself in the mirror. I can't believe someone like you would even dream that you can compare with Tom." Zach listened to the continuous insults as he looked down at the shoes in disbelief. He suddenly looked up at me. I quickly stopped smiling and tried to explain anxiously. "It wasn't me. I had no idea. They were bought from the link you shared. I…" "Shut up!" Zach quickly stopped me before I could finish. "Oh… You weren't the one who paid for the shoes." "Thick-skinned, isn't he? Trying to pass off as a rich boy." Zach turned to look at everyone, looking at him sarcastically and whispering. He pushed them apart roughly and ran past me as he scooted off. I watched him run off in embarrassment silently and smiled. We were just getting started, Zach Livingston.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

They were my father and twin brother, after all. That was why when my father told me to attend a dinner with him for school, I agreed without hesitation in my last life. "The people attending the dinner will decide if you come or go. You can't offend them. Remember to treat them nicely. "This school is giving you an opportunity because you had good exam results. Remember to present yourself well during the dinner, understand?" I looked at my father intently and replied with expectation. "Yes, Dad. I'll make sure to grab the opportunity." The dinner ended well, and I thought I could continue going to school. "Go home first, Zara. I have further discussions with everyone. I'll be home later. "Don't forget to go to Mr. Sander's house. He's the principal and you should spend time with his wife when you can.""Alright, Dad. I'll go home first." I went home excitedly as I looked forward to continuing my studies. The next day, I looked at the luxurious mansion in front of me with trepidation. I was worried Mrs. Sanders would not like me. I might end up losing my chances with school. However, I worked up the courage to enter the house. The door opened before I even knocked. "You're here, Zara. Come on in! "Take a seat and have a drink. Just wait a little. Mrs. Sanders will be down soon." "Thank you, Mr. Sanders." I sat on the sofa with a glass of water as I waited for Mrs. Sanders. It was an intense pain that woke me up from unconsciousness. Larry was on top of me when I said with fear. "What are you doing, Mr. Sanders? Don't you know raping someone is against the law?" The pain got increasingly unbearable. It felt like I was being torn apart. I struggled with everything I had, but it was pointless. It was the pain in my wrists and my sensitive sense of touch that informed me I was chained up on all four limbs. I was lying naked in bed with my hands and legs tied to four corners of the bed. I looked around. The bed was in the middle of the room. Not far from me were metal cages placed next to each other. Every cage contained a shivering, undressed person. They were seated inside with a numbed look. No amount of screaming from me evoked any reaction from them. "Hah! Against the law? It's my law that counts in this place. Be a good girl and you won't suffer." Larry thrust hard into me after that. All four of my limbs were immobile. All I could do was squirm, but it did not do any good. I watched the shoulder moving in front of me and bit it as hard as I could. "Bitch! How dare you bite me! "You'll regret what you did." He thrust into me again. However, this time, he choked me while thrusting crazily into me. I had no idea how long it went on before he finally got off my body. As I thought I could finally find relief, I suddenly saw him coming toward me with a leather belt. The next thing I knew, I felt my flesh break out, bleeding with every whip he gave me. He lashed at me again and again as my flesh was torn open by the whipping. I passed out from the pain but woke up again from the same pain. It went on like this several times, and Larry finally stopped when he got tired. As for me, I was almost dead. I could no longer fight him back. "Come on. Bite me again. I bet you can't move anymore." I clenched my teeth and spat out at him. "Just you wait. Once my dad realizes I'm missing, he'll call the police." Larry laughed out loud like he had just heard a joke. "Your dad? Call the police? Hahahah! "I bet you don't know this, but your dad sold you to me. "Hahaha! He sold you for 500 thousand and a place in my school for your brother.""No! I don't believe you! I'm his daughter. He won't do that to me," I roared with disbelief. "If you don't believe me, just look at who this delighted man is." Larry took out his cell to show me a video. The people in the video were smiling happily. Have they forgotten about me? "It's not like that. They just have no idea that you're holding me captive.""Aren't you naive? Don't you recognize who is talking?" He began playing the recording. "Nope. It at least has to be 800 thousand. My daughter has the potential to be valedictorian. The reward she receives will be far more than that.""Your daughter isn't worth that much. Don't forget I've given you a place in the school. That's worth a lot. "Don't be greedy. I'll give you 500 thousand at most. Otherwise, we can call this off." "Alright, alright. I'll take the 500 thousand but you need to enroll my son in your school." I could hear my father's anxiousness and happiness from the video. "Do you believe me now? "Say something!" He slapped me when I did not give him any reaction. Somehow, it did not feel as painful as before. At the very least, it was less painful than the pain I felt in my heart. I had always known my father preferred a son over a daughter, and I had never thought of snatching any love away from my brother. However, it never occurred to me that he would sell me off over a school place. Since I found out no one was coming for me, I started to find different ways of escaping. I would be beaten up even worse than before every time I got caught. It was not only to punish me but also to warn the others not to escape as I did. However, it did not stop me from trying to escape. That was until I failed for the umpteenth time. Larry finally could not take it. He gave me a horrible beating. After that, he gave me to his precious son, a large German shepherd. He fed the dog aphrodisiac. I was tortured a whole day and night before I gave out and died. That was when I thought I was finally released from the pain.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Zach slapped me the moment he came home after school. "Zara Livingston, did you buy bootleg shoes for me on purpose to make me look like a fool in front of everybody?" Zach looked darkly at me. "No, I didn't. I really did buy it from the link you gave me. You can check my cell if you don't believe me." I quickly showed my cell to him. "Could this store have delivered a bootleg copy of the shoes?""That's impossible. That's the official store. They wouldn't sell bootleg shoes.""I have no idea how it happened." Hah! How could I have no idea? I was the one who made the switch. Many people loved those shoes. If I sold it online, it would be sold in a heartbeat. I looked cautiously at Zach. "Why don't you buy another pair? You can say that Tom Scanlon made a mistake and made you think your shoes were fake. You can head to the official store to prove that your shoes are real.""But I don't have any money left. Do you still have money from your scholarship?""I don't have any more left either. That money isn't enough for shoes. I had to add in my savings to get them for you." As I looked at the troubled look on his face, I gave it some thought. "You can ask Dad for the money. Dad has a lot of money. I saw him with lots of cash in his room just a few days before. "He dotes on you a lot. He'll give you the money." Zach's face brightened when he heard my words. "Let me think about it. You don't need to interfere with this anymore. Go into your room." When I saw how excited he looked when he entered John Livingston's room, I decided to wash my hands of this and quickly entered my room. It would not be nice of me to ruin his plan. After all, even Zach knew that John would never give him so much money. It was a few days later when I saw him with the real shoes. I tried my best not to smile. When John returned home that night, I went up to him to ask him a question in a small voice. "Dad, our teacher said that I have to pay 320 for the exam. I don't have that much money. Can you give me some?" John frowned when he heard that I wanted money. "Didn't you just receive money from your scholarship? Why isn't it enough?" "I spent it all. I bought something a few days ago." My voice got increasingly smaller as my head hung lower. "Don't even think about it. I won't give you the money. Let this be a lesson to you to not be such a spendthrift." "Dad, the teacher said that I would receive 5 thousand as a reward if I managed to get first place. Can you loan me the money? I'll return the money once I get the reward." I looked at him and pleaded. "Fine! All you do is waste my money. Remember to give me half of your reward." He glared at me and went inside the room to get the money. "Come in here, Zara Livingston." I quickly went inside when I heard how angry John sounded. "Did you steal my money? You're a little thief. How can you do something like this and steal from your father?" He dragged me over while speaking and slapped me several times. "It wasn't me, Dad. I've never been into your room." I explained while struggling. That was strange. Why was he so sure it was me? He even hit me without a second thought. "It really wasn't me, Dad. I wouldn't dare take your money!" "Who else could it be but you?! You saw me when I came home with the money." No wonder. He had noticed that I saw him that day. "It really wasn't me, Dad. Zach! Could it be Zach? You know I'd never dare do such a thing." My words only made him angrier. He began to hit and kick me. "How dare you malign your brother. He's a good boy, He would never steal my money." I looked up and saw Zach looking at me threateningly from the crevice of the door. I pointed and him and shouted. "Dad, Zach recently bought a pair of branded shoes. It's worth thousands. He must be the one who took the money." John finally stopped when he heard this. "Come out here, Zach." Zach slowly opened the door and walked into the room. I took the opportunity to run into this room. I took out the shoes from the corner of his closet. "Look, Dad. It's these shoes." I placed the shoes in front of John. "Talk. Where did you get the money to buy those shoes? Did you steal the money?" I looked at John interrogating Zach and secretly sent a message via my cell. Zach's cell rang the next second. I quickly picked up the call. "Hello, who is this?" "Hi, Miss. We're looking for Mr. Zach Livingston." "He's right here. Please speak." "It's like this, Miss. Mr. Zach Livingston bought a pair of shoes from our store a few days ago. We're calling to get his feedback…" John looked at me as I pointed to his room. I quickly asked. "How did Mr. Zach Livingston pay for the shoes?" "He paid using cash, Miss. May I know if there are any problems?" I watched as John's face slowly turned grim from the answer. I quickly hung up and backed away slowly. The next thing I knew, he was kicking Zach to the ground. He picked up a broom from the living room and went over to Zach. Zach's screams could be heard but all I did was return to my room without a care. My classmate's acting was pretty good. We sat next to each other in class and I decided to heap praises on her in class the next day.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

I wanted Zach to become the laughingstock of the school. He had come up with a plan to get Tom to have this way with me and get caught. After that, he used his status as my brother to admit that Tom and I were in a relationship. It got me expelled. Now that I caused him to get beaten up by John, Zach must hate me even more. I had to be prepared. Thursday afternoon was phys ed. That was the day when Zach framed me. I had just returned to my seat and was planning to pack up and get to phys ed when my classmate, who sat next to me, called out. "Zara! Zach Livingston stopped by and went through your cell. Be careful. He looked like he was up to no good." I looked at her in surprise. She had not warned me about this in my past life. I figured this out by checking the messages on my cell after I got expelled. "Got it. I might need your help again. Can you help me take note of what time Zach was here?""Sure. I'll do that." Even my classmate got more adorable after I returned to this timeline. It was no surprise when the teacher told me to get some things from the storage room. I felt relieved when I saw the storage room door open slightly. I walked over to the room. However, I did not enter the room but stood close to the door. I looked around and saw no one. I decided to pack up whatever I needed from outside. There was a slam and the door was closed. The next thing I knew, someone put his arms around me. I quickly dodged the person and asked. "What are you doing, Tom Scanlon?""Nothing. Didn't you ask me here? I had no idea you were into this." He started removing his clothes while speaking. I quickly stopped him. "Stop it. What are you talking about? I don't understand what's going on." After that, I hurried to the door in an attempt to escape. Unfortunately, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "Stop pretending. We need to hurry. Someone will come along soon." Tom flung me onto a green landing mat and climbed over me. I had no idea if the security camera could catch our position. All I could do was scream for help. "Stop it! Stop pretending. You agreed to this. You're acting like I'm forcing myself on you.""What did I agree to? I have no idea what you're talking about. Is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Despite saying those words, I looked straight at Tom and winked at him. My clothes were about to be torn off while struggling from his grip. I suddenly felt like something was wrong. Back in my past life, Zach had arrived a few minutes after Tom came in. Why was he not here yet? Also, the only other person present was not doing anything. Back then, that person had run off to get others here the second she heard something was wrong. There might be a change in plans. I started to fight back. Tom thought I was still playing the part of the unwilling victim in this 'sex game'. It only made him even more excited. The sound of something tearing was heard and my clothes fell to the ground. Oh no. This would be the end of me. While I was struggling, I managed to grab hold of a shot-put and wondered where should I hit Tom to hurt him enough and not kill him. Laughter could be heard outside the door. The door was opened and I quietly put the shot-put down. Before anyone realized what was happening, I put on my clothes. "What are you doing here, Zara Livingston? This is a school, not somewhere for you to go dating. How could you do something like that here?" Before anyone could say a word, Zach immediately started to malign me. I looked at the students and teacher at the door while saying pitifully. "Zach, I'm your sister. Shouldn't you show concern for me about what happened? "How can you be so sure that we're dating the moment you stepped inside here?" I looked helplessly at the teacher. "Please call the police. I was being forced against my will. I did what you told me to get the things needed but Tom Scanlon followed me inside the second I came into the storage room and forced himself on me." "Let's not blow things up for now. The assistant principal is on his way. We'll investigate this thoroughly. Let's wait for him," the teacher said to Tom. When the assistant principal arrived, he immediately asked how I was before interrogating Tom. "Why did you do something like that?" "Zara Livingston was the one who invited me here. She sent me this message." Tom handed his cell to the assistant principal. He was very angry when he read the message and he frowned at Zach while asking him a question. "Did you know that they were dating?" "I've heard about it a few times but I didn't really pay attention." When I saw the assistant principal about to pin me as the guilty party because of what Zach said, I quickly spoke up. "It's not what you think. We're not dating. "I have evidence. I turned on my recorder when I realized something didn't feel right. "It was supposed to be for me to train my listening skills during phys ed, but it's now the only thing that can prove my innocence." I started searching for the recorder in the room in a fluster.