Chapter 1 Chapter 1

After a loud crash echoed, my little sister, Estel Gage, rushed out immediately. She ran to the person lying on the ground and shouted urgently, "Forget about the car for now. Call 911!" With her impeccably made-up face, Estel began performing CPR on the person without hesitation, even resorting to mouth-to-mouth resuscitation without concern for hygiene. Blood stained her beautiful clothes, and anyone who saw the scene would have praised her selflessness. When the ambulance arrived, reporters followed. Estel erupted in anger when she was faced with the cameras. "Do you people even have a conscience? Is this the time for interviews? Saving lives is more important!" She then turned to the medical staff, anxiously explaining the timing of the CPR and pleading with them. "Doctor, you have to save her! She's so beautiful. It would be such a waste if she didn't make it." The doctor was moved by her plea and reassured her. "Don't worry. We'll do our best. Do you know her family?" Estel shook her head. "I'm just a passerby, but I can go with you and cover her medical expenses." The doctor commended her sense of responsibility and urged her to get in the ambulance. As Estel turned away, she discreetly slipped the injured person's phone into her pocket. I watched the ambulance leave and waited for about half an hour before a luxury car pulled up at the intersection. A man in a gray suit got out. His face was familiar. It was Simon Dawson, Julian Stewart's assistant. He surveyed the scene and began speaking with the police about what had happened. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Estel. "Essie, I saw you on TV. What did you do?" She replied quickly. "None of your business." Seeing those four words, I smirked. Estel had read too many CEO romance novels and believed all wealthy CEOs were fools. After a chance encounter with Julian, where he casually remarked, "You remind me of my wife when she was younger," she started fantasizing about marrying into a wealthy family. In my past life, I tried tirelessly to advise her against it, but it ended in disaster. This time, the first thing I did was distance myself to avoid being implicated when Julian inevitably retaliated against her. I was about to head home when the hospital called, saying a patient urgently needed blood and asking if I could help. Both Estel and I had Rh-negative blood types, and our information was stored in the blood center's system. Hearing that someone needed help, I didn't hesitate to go to the hospital. To my surprise, the person in need of blood was Julian's wife, Nina Knight. I then went to the waiting room after donating my blood. When Estel saw me, she froze for a moment. "What are you doing here?" I sat down and replied, "They told me someone needed Rh-negative blood, so I came." Then I glanced at her and asked, "Why were you there?" I had tried to stop Estel many times after hearing about her plans. I even threatened to report her if she went through with them. Afraid I might grow suspicious, Estel replied nervously, "I was just passing by." I simply responded with a hum, leaned back, and closed my eyes to rest. Even though I stayed quiet, Estel couldn't suppress her urge to boast. "Esmeray, that woman is Julian Stewart's wife. Did you know that? Julian told me I looked just like her when she was young. Once she's gone, I'll be the next Mrs. Stewart." In the past, I would have advised her to stop dreaming. This time, I congratulated her instead. "Wow, congratulations! When that happens, can you get me a job at Stewart Corp?"

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

My flattery successfully cheered Estel up. She scoffed and said, "Mom and Dad were right. You were born to serve others. Even when I become rich, all you can think about is working for someone else." At that moment, Julian's voice came from outside. Estel's eyes lit up instantly. She stood and rushed out, eager to make her presence known. Before leaving, she didn't forget to warn me, "Stay out of sight, and don't ruin this for me." Estel and I were twins, and she was worried my presence might distract Julian's attention. But her concern was unnecessary. I was more than happy to keep my distance from her. Otherwise, I feared that when trouble struck her, I'd end up caught in the crossfire. Moments later, Estel chuckled softly and added, "Then again, with that face of yours, it wouldn't really matter if you showed up." Her laugh carried a deeper meaning, and I understood it all too well. Though we shared similar features, our looks were far from equal. Though we had the same facial structures, hers looked like they had been passed through a beauty filter. She was simply beautiful, while I was plain. Estel swayed her hips as she left the room. It wasn't long before I heard her comforting Julian. Her voice was dripping with an exaggerated sweetness that could make anyone cringe. Having just donated blood, I wasn't feeling well, so I curled up and dozed off for a bit. When I woke up, the room was silent. I glanced at the time and decided to head home. However, the elevator was taking too long, so I opted for the stairs. Yet as I stepped into the stairwell, I overheard Julian talking to Simon. "Mr. Stewart, Mrs. Stewart's phone was last located at the hospital, but now it's gone." I froze in place and quickly held my breath. Thankfully, neither of them noticed me. Julian's voice was cold as he said, "Investigate quietly. Don't inform the police. "Nina would never go to a place like that, so something doesn't add up. That Estel woman is acting suspiciously. Start with her. "Dang it. If I find out who hurt Nina, I'll make their whole family pay." I shivered upon hearing this. There were rumors that Julian was a notorious thug who had even spent a few years in prison before becoming a CEO. Terrified, I hurried home. I was met with the sound of Estel laughing with our parents as soon as I walked through the door. Our mom, Madison Foster, felt sorry for Estel as she believed she had sacrificed too much by spending money and donating blood. She bought her a lot of supplements to replenish her strength. Estel dismissed it lightly. "You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Covering the medical expenses is the only way to keep in touch with Julian." Our dad, Bellamy Gage, sighed. "Then paying the hospital bill would've been enough. Why'd you donate your blood? You're already Rh-negative. It's going to take forever for you to recover.""If I didn't donate blood, how else would that woman die?" Estel smirked slyly. "I found out Nina is allergic to mangoes. I ate several of them before donating the blood. She's as good as dead." The three of them quickly began fantasizing about Estel's life after marrying into wealth. I stepped forward at the perfect moment and pointed at Estel in disbelief. "How could you do something like this?" The moment they saw me, all three fell silent. I grabbed Estel's hand and pretended to pull her toward the door. "There's still time for you to turn yourself in." Estel shoved me away. "Esmeray, are you crazy? My plan is flawless. That place was in the slums! "There were no cameras, and the car has already been dealt with. As long as you keep your mouth shut, no one will suspect a thing." I frowned at her. "Do you really think wealthy people are as stupid as you? Nina is a rich person's wife. Why would she go to the slums for no reason? "Even without cameras, there were plenty of witnesses. And you even called reporters to the scene. You're utterly foolish!" Estel froze for a couple of seconds but quickly regained her composure. "Even so, they won't suspect me. Esmeray, why are you so worked up? Could it be that you're jealous of me?""I'm afraid you're going to drag our entire family down with you. If you won't turn yourself in, I'll call the police." The moment I finished speaking, someone yanked my hair. My dad pulled me backward and kicked me hard in the leg, forcing me to kneel on the ground. Even then, he wasn't satisfied. He also slapped me twice across the face. "Your sister is doing all this for the family, and you're thinking of calling the police? If I'd known you'd turn out this evil, I would've strangled you at birth." My mom joined in, egging him on. "Hit her! Hit her! A vile girl like this only learns through beatings." Estel stood with her arms crossed while sneering. "Dad, hit her harder! Don't let her ruin everything for us."

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

I endured my dad's punches and kicks as my mind drifted to my previous life. It had been the same back then. When Estel poisoned me, I had begged our parents to take me to the hospital. However, they locked me up instead. They watched coldly as I slowly lost my life. I could never understand why, even though I was their daughter too, they always favored Estel. We were twins, yet Estel got new clothes and attended good schools, while I wore hand-me-downs and worked tirelessly for her. The pain in my body grew sharper, and I cried out in agony. I was mentally counting down the minutes. A few moments later, a neighbor knocked on the door and asked what was going on. My dad paused and responded casually, "It's nothing. My older daughter fell down." After shutting the door, he kicked me again. "Do you understand your mistake now?" In the past, I never admitted fault no matter how badly I was beaten. This time, I acted like a frightened rabbit and quickly apologized. "I was wrong, Dad. I shouldn't have said that about Essie." Even then, my dad wasn't satisfied. "Are you still planning to call the police?""No, I won't. I promise I won't." After I repeatedly apologized, my dad's anger finally subsided. I then turned to Estel and my mom and pleaded for their forgiveness. My mom's expression remained cold. "Enough. Go make dinner. We're starving." I then obediently tied on an apron and went to the kitchen. Just then, Estel's phone chimed, and she let out an excited scream after reading the message. "She's dead! Nina's dead! I need to go to the hospital and comfort Julian!" She immediately rushed to her room. She changed her clothes, applied her makeup, and slipped into a pair of high heels. Our parents were worried about her going out so late, so they grabbed the car keys to drive her. Once they had all left, I packed my things and prepared to leave this house for good. I ran into the neighbor outside, who frowned when he saw my bruised face. "Your parents beat you again?" he asked. Then, he noticed the suitcase in my hand and clicked his tongue. "Good. Get out of here. If you stay any longer, something worse will happen." I thanked him, hoisted my suitcase, and hailed a cab. In the cab, the radio started broadcasting the news of Nina's death. She was killed in a car accident. Julian was offering a reward of ten million dollars for information about the hit-and-run driver. The cab driver sighed. "That guy must be bold to hit someone like that and drive away. A rich man like Julian will hunt him down like it's nothing." I simply murmured in agreement. The driver continued, "I heard Julian used to be a gangster, but he turned his life around after meeting his wife. Now that she's gone, I bet a lot of people will get in trouble." I nodded again. It was a shame that the person in the most trouble didn't yet realize their predicament. In the following days, the internet was flooded with two kinds of news: one about Julian offering a massive reward for leads on the driver, and the other showing footage of Estel saving someone's life. Dressed in white, Estel's image of her kneeling on the ground and covered in blood as she performed CPR went viral. Millions shared the video, and many started calling her a heroine. There was another video of Estel silently shedding tears at the hospital. She told the reporters, "I'm heartbroken that I couldn't save Mrs. Stewart. It must have been because I didn't try hard enough." Meanwhile, Julian stared at her intently from behind, and his expression was unreadable. Estel forwarded the video to the family group chat. "Look at Julian's gaze. It's obvious he's falling for me." Our parents eagerly agreed, and the three of them indulged in yet another daydream about Estel marrying into wealth. I was the only one who replied, "Oh, he's definitely thinking of something. It looks like he's ready to kill." My comment quickly provoked Estel's anger. In response, she proudly sent screenshots of her chat history with Julian. It looked like they had exchanged hundreds of messages over the past few days. Estel had been consoling Julian, and he had responded in kind, thanking her for her words and saying they were a great comfort to him. The tone was undeniably ambiguous. She gloated. "After reading these, do you still think he doesn't have feelings for me?" I couldn't help but remind her. "Isn't it possible he's trying to get information out of you? Julian can have any woman he wants. Why would he be interested in you?" Estel exploded with rage. "Esmeray Gage, I haven't even dealt with you for what you said last time. Are you itching for trouble again?" My dad chimed in. "Where have you been hiding these past few days? Don't think we can't find you." The three of them lashed out at me, ending with a threat to kill me if I dared to call the police. I simply put my phone away and glanced outside. After leaving home, I had rented a place to stay. However, I could only afford a small unit in the slums because of financial constraints. Ironically, it was close to where Nina's accident had occurred. Every day after work, I saw Simon going into the nearby shops, questioning people, and checking surveillance footage. Two days later, Estel sent another screenshot to the group chat. Julian had invited her and our parents to his estate. He said he wanted to thank her properly. She even tagged me in the chat. "@Esmeray, now do you see how charming I am? This isn't just a visit. It's practically meeting his parents!" This time, I didn't reply. Estel was so focused on seducing Julian that she hadn't noticed the complete disappearance of news about Nina's death. There were no updates online, the police had stopped investigating, and even Simon hadn't shown up for two days. This wasn't a gratitude dinner—it was a trap. They were walking straight into their doom. I sighed and decided to head back to my rental for a proper meal. Just as I stepped out, a luxury car stopped in front of me. Simon got out and approached. "Ms. Esmeray Gage, right? Mr. Stewart has invited you to his place."