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Reborn Heiress The Villain Is My Endgame
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I was the real heiress in a switched-at-birth novel. Except the fake heiress was actually a transmigrator who held the entire plot in her hands—and her real biological father was the richest tycoon ...
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第1章
I was the real heiress in a switched-at-birth novel.
Except the fake heiress was actually a transmigrator who held the entire plot in her hands—and her real biological father was the richest tycoon in the country!
My parents cared only about her. Even my fiancé fell head over heels under her spell.
I had planned to simply walk away, but she backed me into a corner and pushed me off the seventeenth floor.
Given a second chance at life, I woke up armed with the entire plot as well. This time, I set my sights on my fiancé's ultimate rival—the ruthless corporate kingpin, Nicholas Frost.
Let's see who comes out on top this time.
"Gia, I gave you everything you asked for! Why won't you just let me go?!"
My eyes were bloodshot as I swayed precariously on the edge of the rooftop.
I truly hadn't expected that even after I surrendered every single thing to her, she still refused to spare my life.
"Scarlett Vance."
Gia pinched my chin, her face twisted in a sinister sneer.
"Do you think you're noble? Thinking you generously gave everything up to me? Darling, this was all rightfully mine to begin with!"
"Your parents chose to love me on their own. And your fiancé, Christian? He's completely mad about me."
"Looking back, your whole life is such a pathetic joke. I stole your twenty-something years of high society, letting you grow up as a dirty peasant in the middle of nowhere. Then you come back, only for me to discover I'm actually the biological daughter of the nation's wealthiest billionaire. Scarlett, oh Scarlett, you really are cursed!"
Her grip bruised my jaw, forcing tears from my eyes.
"Don't you want to know why you lost so miserably?"
Gia’s stunning face dripped with pure disdain.
Only then did I learn the truth: the world we lived in was an actual novel.
And Gia was a transmigrator from another dimension.
In the original storyline, after I was brought back to the family, the fake heiress fell out of favor. Believing my return had stolen away our parents' love, she framed me over and over, ultimately meeting a tragic end.
Right up until her death in that book, the fake heiress never knew she was the daughter of the wealthiest man in the country.
Gia, however, was different.
The moment she transmigrated, she manipulated my parents' affections. She set traps to make me look foolish and trashy. High society cares about prestige and face above all else, while I looked like an uncouth outcast.
On top of that, the novel laid out every single one of their likes and dislikes. Catering to them was child's play for her.
Meanwhile, I had mindlessly walked along the original plotline like a pawn.
With Gia constantly whispering poison in their ears, how could my biological parents ever truly love me?
Gia even mapped out Christian's exact preferences.
Step by step, she manipulated him into defying his family for her sake and breaking off our engagement.
She wanted nothing more than to watch me become an unloved, miserable wretch.
She bragged that she was the heroine, the universe's favorite daughter.
She had even unlocked the secret storyline revealing her billionaire heritage.
"I still don't understand..." I choked out, her fingers tightening around my throat until I could barely breathe. "You already have everything. Why go this far to destroy me?!"
She wouldn't even let me leave in peace. She wanted to crush my very bones into dust.
I couldn't fathom where such bottomless hatred came from.
Gia sneered, madness glittering in her eyes. "Because of that face of yours! You have no idea... back in my world, my so-called best friend—the one who outshone me in everything and constantly made me look pathetic—had the exact same face as you! Seeing you crawl in the dirt feels just like watching her beg on her knees for mercy."
"You entitled, high-born hypocrites... all of you deserve to die!"
I had imagined thousands of reasons.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine she destroyed me simply because she was jealous of someone else from her past life.
"Gia, you're a lunatic!"
I fought back frantically.
But it was too late.
Gia gave me a brutal shove, sending me plummeting off the edge.
The last things burned into my memory—apart from the bone-shattering agony and the metallic stench of blood—were Gia's contorted, victorious features.
第2章
The next moment I opened my eyes, I realized I had been reborn.
I stood frozen in front of the Vance estate's iron gates.
I had returned to the exact day I was first brought back into the family.
"Gia..." I whispered, cold fury surging through my veins.
My knees nearly gave out.
Right now, Gia had probably been in this body for almost a year.
The original fake heiress had been an arrogant, flaunting bully who gave my parents endless headaches.
In the original novel, my parents were overjoyed to learn I was their real child; my existence proved their genes weren't totally ruined.
Everything changed when Gia took over.
She behaved with impeccable grace, intelligence, and poise, carrying herself like the quintessential blue-blooded socialite.
When I was finally brought back to stand beside her, I looked like an ignorant country bumpkin.
Remembering how she had tortured and murdered me in my past life made me tremble uncontrollably.
It took several long minutes before I found the strength to push the front doors open.
Just like before.
Nobody cared that I had arrived. Instead, the whole family was gathered in the living room, laughing and chatting in warm domestic bliss.
They looked like a real family, while I was an unwelcome intruder.
Even my fiancé, Christian, was there.
His gaze was glued to Gia, adoration dripping from his eyes.
He gently fed her a peeled grape with nauseating intimacy.
"Dad. Mom."
My eyes rimmed with red.
Surprise flashed across their faces when they looked up.
"Sweetheart, you're finally home!"
Even if they hadn't been eagerly awaiting my return, tears still welled in my mother's eyes the moment she laid eyes on her flesh and blood.
She pulled me into a hug. "You must have suffered so much out there."
My father sighed. "From now on, you're home. We'll take good care of you."
Words were cheap. Neither of them had bothered to walk to the front door to greet me.
Instead, they had sat comfortably inside like royalty, waiting for me to come groveling in.
"Now that you're a daughter of the Vance family, make sure you never bring shame to our name."
My father's stern warning echoed in the room.
In my past life, I hadn't understood. Now, everything was crystal clear: during the time before my arrival, Gia had already filled their heads with countless toxic lies about me.
In the corner of my vision, I caught Gia smirking mockingly.
My pulse quickened.
I had to hold back. Revenge wasn't something I could rush today.
I refused to believe that in this second life, a petty transmigrator could steal everything from me again.
I still remembered that brilliant white flash right before my rebirth.
Yes—I had read the entire book, too.
Gia wasn't the only one who held the script anymore.
Gia put on a look of delicate sorrow, gazing at me with fake remorse. "Scarlett, I'm so sorry... I stole your life and your place for all these years. If having me here makes you uncomfortable, I'll pack my bags and leave right now."
As if she would ever leave.
In my previous life, she didn't stay because she actually loved my parents. She stayed because her billionaire father's dynasty was a viper's nest—she was merely his thirteenth illegitimate daughter.
Heading back there meant competing against ruthless, cutthroat siblings who would have eaten her alive.
By remaining with the Vances, she could keep collecting massive guilt-money payouts from the billionaire while also swallowing every dime of the Vance estate.
She wanted everything.
Greedy, shallow, and utterly revolting.
In my past life, hearing her play the martyr had made me pity her. I had naively told her that this was our home together and that she would always be my older sister.
This time, I wasn't playing along.
"Alright. Pack your things and go, then."
第3章
The fake smile on Gia’s face nearly shattered into pieces.
Choked on her own words, she stood frozen, but Christian couldn't wait to jump to his darling's defense.
"Scarlett Vance! What the hell is your problem?! Gia has been raised by your parents for twenty years—she IS a Vance! You're just some peasant girl fresh out of the sticks, who do you think you are to act so arrogant?!"
Christian had decent looks and came from a powerful family.
Too bad he had zero brains.
My verdict on him in my past life remained just as accurate today.
I could hardly believe that in the original novel—the one without Gia—I had actually spent an entire lifetime playing happy couple with an idiot like him.
"And who are you to bark orders in the Vance house? You're an outsider."
I didn't even bother looking at him.
My mother frowned uncomfortably. "Scarlett, Gia is our daughter too. You need to treat her like your sister."
My father looked even more displeased. Ever since the transmigrated Gia tipped him off on a massive government contract that netted him hundreds of millions, he had worshiped the ground she walked on.
"Scarlett! If this is the attitude you're bringing into this house, you might as well turn around and walk right back out!"
His words brought a smug, triumphant gleam to Gia's eyes.
Nothing brought her more joy than watching my own parents turn against me.
Right then, I reached into my purse and pulled out an antique pocket watch.
"Dad, this is for you."
My father's expression instantly shifted. "Where on earth did you get this?!"
Shock and pure delight took over his face.
Truth was, this pocket watch had been given to me by an elderly, childless woman in the countryside right before she passed away.
She told me that if I ever ran out of money, I could pawn it to save my life.
In my previous life, I had no clue it was worth an absolute fortune.
It wasn't until Gia found out, ran to our parents, and accused me of hoarding a priceless treasure for myself to smear my character that I learned its true value.
My father was an obsessive collector of antique watches.
He had hunted high and low across the globe for decades searching for this specific piece, never finding a trace.
When he thought I was deliberately keeping it from him back then, he was convinced I was an ungrateful leech.
This time around, I was placing it in his hands myself.
Gia would never get the chance to use it against me.
"An elderly neighbor back in the village gave it to me, Dad. It was a very poor town, and she was worried I wouldn't have enough money for school or food. But now that I'm back, I thought something this precious belongs with you and Mom."
I lowered my eyes, playing the fragile, selfless daughter to perfection.
My parents exchanged a long look, and for the very first time, genuine parental guilt and tenderness washed over them.
Mom pulled me tight into her arms, tears streaming down her face. "My poor baby... you've suffered so much."
Holding the watch, Dad was practically beside himself with joy.
This masterpiece was priceless; no amount of wealth could buy it if nobody was selling.
With a wave of his hand, he immediately transferred five million dollars into my account as an allowance.
Mom held me and wept for what felt like hours, blaming herself for letting her biological child grow up without a proper education.
For a moment, their guilt toward me reached an all-time high.
Standing to the side, Gia looked like she was about to spit fire from pure jealousy.
Thanks to her scheming in my past life, I hadn't received a fraction of this warmth.
This time, I was the one holding the cards.
I took the best guest-turned-master suite down the hall and secured an allowance matching Gia's to the penny.
Still, it wasn't enough.
In the original sequence of events, Gia eventually used Christian's connections to seize total control over the Vance family empire.
I needed someone capable of crushing Christian into the dirt.