Chapter 1 When I was fifteen, I "lent" my good luck to my foster sister, Madison. Six months later, her wealthy biological parents found her at the group home and took her back. They adopted me, too. When I was eighteen, I stopped her from dating the school's star quarterback, Liam, ensuring she got into an Ivy League university. Later, Liam died in a car crash. Madison blamed me for everything. She shredded my SAT admission ticket, making me miss the test. She convinced our foster parents to kick me out and blacklisted me from every job in town. When I was homeless and begging on the streets, Madison still wasn't satisfied. She locked me in an oil drum and left me to suffocate. I woke up gasping for air, back on the day her romance with Liam began. This time, I won't stop her. And I'm taking my luck back. "I'm so hungry." I leaned weakly against a dumpster. People walked by on the busy street, wrinkling their noses and steering clear of me. "Starving, aren't you?" Madison stood behind me, her voice cold. "What game are you playing this time?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Since Liam died, Madison had engineered my expulsion from the family. She made sure no restaurant would serve me and no one would hire me. She toyed with me slowly. When I was on the brink of starvation, she'd propose a game. She livestreamed me scrubbing public toilets for two steamed buns. She put a collar on my neck and walked me down the street like a dog, rewarding me with a bowl of plain rice if I let people mock me. Madison sneered and signaled the bodyguards behind her. "Take him." They grabbed my arms roughly and dragged me toward a van. Passersby pointed and whispered, but no one dared to intervene. Who would mess with the unpredictable heiress of the Vance family? The last person who tried to help me was still in the hospital with broken limbs. So I stopped hoping. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt for me. I stared blankly at Madison, standing in the sunlight. She was no longer the girl whose eyes used to light up when she saw me. Back at the group home, when the director starved us, Madison would sneak into the kitchen to steal buns for me. I remembered crouching in a corner, devouring the food with tears in my eyes. "Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? Slow down," she'd say, patting my head gently. I wasn't crying because of hunger. I was crying because she had been caught and beaten with a stick. She had protected the buns with her body, presenting them to me while covered in bruises. That was the first time anyone had been kind to me. So I lent her my "Koi Luck"—my innate good fortune. After that, she never got caught stealing again. Everything went smoothly for her, and eventually, her biological parents found her and took us both into their mansion. A cramp in my stomach pulled me back to reality. I was thrown into the van. Consciousness faded in the bumpy ride. When I woke up, I was in a dark, cramped, cold space. "Let me out! Let me out!" I had severe claustrophobia. Madison knew that! Panic surged like a tidal wave. I pounded on the walls. A small speaker crackled to life. Madison's icy voice filled the space. "Ethan, this is what you deserve. If it weren't for you, Liam wouldn't be dead." I couldn't hear the rest. The suffocation grew stronger, and my consciousness began to scatter. I was the one who tried to save Liam. You were the one who killed him, Madison! Why am I the one suffering? Darkness swallowed me. My last thought was of endless cold and despair. Chapter 2 "Hey, weirdo! Are you deaf?" An arrogant male voice rang in my ear. My brain buzzed. The fear of the oil drum hadn't faded, but the scene before me suddenly sharpened. Madison stood there, her face younger, still carrying baby fat but already showing her trademark haughtiness. Thinking it was a hallucination before death, the accumulated resentment exploded. I swung my arm and slapped her hard across the face. Smack! The crisp sound silenced the surroundings. She clutched her cheek, staring at me in shock. The boy who had spoken—Liam—gasped and shoved me to the ground. "Are you crazy? I'm talking to you, and you hit Madison? You wanna die?" Liam helped Madison up, checking her red cheek nervously. "Maddy, are you okay? I told you this foster brother of yours is psycho. You didn't believe me, and now look!" He glared at me, raising his foot to kick. I rolled away agilely. "You dare dodge?" Seconds later, Liam's cries of pain filled the air. I pounced on him like a feral animal, grabbing his hair and slamming his head against the ground, raining punches on him. It's you! You and Madison ruined my life! It's all your fault! By the time Madison reacted, I had beaten the star quarterback into the dirt. His lip was bleeding. She rushed over, pushed me away, and helped Liam up, her hands trembling. I frowned, finally feeling the stinging pain in my knuckles. I looked at my hands, then at the scene—Madison and Liam in their school uniforms, the familiar campus path... I realized I had been reborn. Back to the time when their secret romance was just beginning. Watching them glare at me, I slowly stood up. A cold smile played on my lips. My fingernails dug into my palms, drawing blood, but I felt no pain. Chapter 3 Liam was a genuine trust-fund baby. I was just the adopted charity case of the Vance family. And I had just beaten him up in public. The school didn't dare cover it up. Parents were called. "Mr. and Mrs. Vance, look what he did to me!" Liam pointed at me, a bandage on his face. "People like him shouldn't be allowed in this school!" Liam's father, Mr. Summerfield, saw his precious son's bruised face and looked ready to kill. Madison stepped forward, bowing slightly to the Summerfields. Her tone was apologetic but protective. "Uncle, Auntie, I'm so sorry. I didn't watch my brother closely enough. It's my fault Liam got hurt." She turned to me, her eyes complex. "Ethan, apologize to Liam. Now." I stood my ground, meeting her gaze. I refused. In my past life, the first time I caught them making out in the woods behind the school, I merely reminded them to be careful. Liam felt humiliated and beat me until my mouth bled. Madison just watched coldly. The school gave Liam a slap on the wrist. I complained to Madison at home. She frowned and said, "Ethan, stop provoking Liam. He's a Summerfield. We can't afford to offend him. Can't you just behave?" Later, when I caught them again, I heard Liam panting, asking her, "Your cheap brother is so annoying. Doesn't he bother you?" Madison's voice was impatient. "Ignore him. He's just a stray dog my parents picked up." After I lent my luck to Madison, my own luck plummeted. Liam's bullying got worse. I'd come home bruised and dirty. Madison would look at me with disgust. "I told you not to mess with him. You deserve it." Back in the principal's office, I looked at the aggressive Madison and spoke, my voice full of grievance. "I saw a guy pinning Madison against the wall. I thought she was being assaulted, so I rushed to help. Who knew they were..." I paused deliberately, watching the adults' faces change. Liam went pale. "Ethan, shut up!" I continued loudly. "I didn't know they were kissing! I thought I was saving my sister! But Liam got mad and started pushing me, calling me names. If you don't believe me, check the security cameras! See who started it!" Liam's face turned ashen. He looked at his father in terror. Mr. Summerfield was known for being strict. He hated his son messing around during critical school years. "We'll talk at home!" Mr. Summerfield roared, dragging Liam out. Mrs. Summerfield followed awkwardly, shooting a complicated look at us. The tables had turned. Now it was Madison's turn to face her parents. Mr. Vance's face was grim. "Madison, what is this? Didn't you promise no dating until graduation? And is what Ethan said true?" Madison bit her lip, tears welling up. "Dad, Mom, it's not like that. Ethan misunderstood. Liam and I are just..." Mrs. Vance sighed. "Let's talk at home." Chapter 4 At home, Madison and I were made to stand in the living room. I was punished for fighting; she was punished for lying and dating. She had sworn to prioritize her studies and help with the family business. Mr. Vance was furious. "If you don't rank in the top three in this month's exams, I'm cutting off your allowance and sending you to an all-girls boarding school in Switzerland!" It was an ultimatum. Mrs. Vance tried to mediate but signaled Madison to agree. Madison turned pale but nodded. "I promise, Dad. Top three." Standing in the shadows, I smirked. Top three? Good luck with that, Madison. Your luck was borrowed from me. Life at the Vance manor wasn't as easy as outsiders thought. Mr. Vance had high standards. He expected academic excellence and business acumen. Madison, having grown up in a group home, lacked the educational foundation of her peers. Without my "Koi Luck," she wouldn't have breezed through school or won those competitions. In my past life, when she cried over difficult homework, I would pat her back and say, "Don't worry, sis. As long as I'm here, you'll be fine." Physical contact + the intent to give = transferring luck. I never told her this secret. I didn't want to hurt her pride. She happily attributed her success to her own talent and effort. Now, I'm cutting off the supply. Let's see how you get into the top three.
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