Not long after I was diagnosed with Leukemia, my parents adopted the daughter of our housekeeper. That girl wore the same knee-length cashmere dress as me, combed the same shoulder-length straight black hair, appeared in front of my parents. Almost instantly, made my mother cover her face and weep, hands trembling: "Too alike, if my daughter was also healthy, she would be this quiet and elegant look." After getting approval, the Imposter very proudly moved into my room, used my cosmetics, called my parents, even changed her name to be 70% like mine. Unknowing people, all recognized her as that sickly real heiress of the Vance family. Hearing this news, I was in the hospital, but didn't feel a bit uneasy or replaced. "Stupid people, are going to pay a high price for their ignorance and overstepping." I picked up the somewhat twisted wooden Voodoo Mask on the table and put it on my face, through the mask, I could see, dead Grandma appeared in the mirror, looking at me kindly smiling: "Don't be afraid, Hazel, soon someone will replace your bad luck." Chapter 1 Speaking of strange, my family inherited for several generations, enduring, is one of the top Old Money families. People in the family, basically wishes come true, doing things, also never encountered any obstacles. Unknowing outsiders, all think our family are all "Chosen Ones". But I know, all this seems to have a price. Certain members in the maternal family, will die at uncertain ages, with an extremely painful and unrelated illness, generation after generation, like a kind of genetic bad luck. After those family members died, family wealth and fortune, will develop like a raging fire with fiercer momentum. Times many, it's not coincidence. Everyone thinks, it is the tragic death of relatives, like "Sacrifice", nourished the bloodline and fortune of this huge family. But some family members seem not want, not want to lose their loved ones, to exchange for momentary glory and wealth, what we got is already enough. They attempted to join hands to resist, this "Inherited Curse". But even donating family property, selling everything, this "Sacrifice", did not stop. Until, Grandma found a way to break the genetic bad luck. She sat in front of the window, letting sunlight warm her fingers. Grandma's curled fingers, because of bone cancer influence, exceptionally different from normal people. Knuckles swollen high, other places exceptionally withered, skin on fingers no luster, covered with lines, like withered old tree in mountains. Grandma paralyzed in wheelchair, like pumped away spirit, but her pair of protruding eyes were shining. She first pulled Mom to side instructed something, then looked at me full of expectation, comforted: "Don't be afraid, Hazel, Grandma already found the way to crack." Later, all females, will find a person, extremely similar to themselves in all aspects. Or, find a person, with extremely strong will, to replace and seize their identity. Let this person come home, eat wear live travel together, let her enjoy wealth and glory. Gradually, become from dressing to body shape, from voice to appearance, at first glance, unable to distinguish situation. Then, family members live elsewhere, let this person, become family member replacing her existence, live with everyone... Mom has "Replacement", Auntie has, Cousin has. Such people, we call them "The Replacement", in novels, call her "Fake Heiress". Auntie Sarah was Mom's "Replacement". She under Mom's eyelids, had affair with Dad, wearing Mom's nightgown, using Mom's perfume, all this tacitly allowed by Mom, indulged by Dad. Dad always behind back, looked at Auntie Sarah with exceptional disgust, then treated affectionately after Auntie Sarah turned around. Like a puppet show no one pulling strings, can't understand, but very mysterious. Later, Grandpa even gave Auntie Sarah, changed a name same as Mom, publicly announced adopted Auntie Sarah. "Mom, I quarreled with classmate at school today..." Me in middle school, often called wrong Mom and Auntie Sarah, I hugged "Mom" from behind somewhat aggrieved complaining. But not wait my words finish, Auntie Sarah exceptionally surprise turned around, eyes bright: "What did you call me? Hazel, I am Auntie Sarah." "Am I very like your mom, actually even you this biological daughter can recognize wrong, really very like? Hazel?" "Like this, I can replace that bitch, become your mom, I can completely change from original self to her." Auntie Sarah while talking, while couldn't help grabbing my shoulders, shaking hard. She widened eyes, this time I then saw, her eye whites, all red bloodshot. When she asked me these questions, exceptionally crazy, eyes straight, like a monster stripped of soul, like a parasite desiring to replace host. I was scared, shrank back, then, felt exceptionally guilty standing on spot. How could I even call Mom wrong? But Mom seemed not think so. In corner mirror, emerged Mom standing behind second floor wall, peeking all this, she seeing this scene, no sadness, no sorrow. Replaced by, was a kind of extreme excitement and surprise. Seemed like thing Mom long looked forward to became true, desired dream became reality. Not long after, Mom moved out, gave herself a new name. Dressing style, also completely different from before, Mom cut long hair, put on strange clothes never liked before. In my eyes, completely became another person. She not allow me call her Mom, she touched my head, let me call Auntie Sarah Mom. Don't know why Mom wanted do this, but looking Mom somewhat begging and fearful eyes, I agreed. From that day, time less than a year, Auntie Sarah seriously ill died. Those discomforts troubling Mom, bit by bit disappeared, Mom changed back to that Mom again, returned home... Most importantly, from that day, family bought new luxury cars again, built hot spring villa, seemed no one cared Auntie Sarah's death. Dad wearing newly bought Richard Mille watch, sitting on beach watching Mom running under not far afterglow. Although I somewhat ignorant, but still could guess, Mom's bad luck, already replaced by "The Replacement". So, now turn to me? My body always very good, at least annual physical exam and gene test, all proved this point, but Mom always not assured. Start from middle school graduation, Mom asked me bring those, classmates with bad intentions to me home, let them become my "Replacement". But I unwilling, I always luckily thought, I can escape this calamity. Those girls just dislike me, doesn't mean, degree I hate them, can let me easily use "Bad Luck" this torture tool, to execute them. My life, not nobler than their life much, I don't want anyone become my "Replacement". I also too easily believed, human nature not bad to this degree. Until, family housekeeper Mrs. Baker's daughter, Lola, appeared in my life. Chapter 2 At first meeting her, she stood at foyer, wearing old tattered clothes, timidly called me "Sister". Later she and I entered same school, eyes looking at me more and more timid. Later again, she always followed behind me entering school, always displayed her full body scars in front of everyone, also always when contacting me, obedient unlike words. Gradually, appeared in school, I am "Mean Girl", take pleasure in abusing Lola, such rumors. Childhood sweetheart neighbor brother, extremely angry pushed me to wall: "Knowing person like you, really disgusts me, Lola told us all, how you privately found people beat her humiliate her." "I really didn't expect, you actually such bad person." To this, I chose a slap fan back, and blunt said: "Believe who you love believe! Idiot brainless thing." But later, things didn't easily stop, my nude photos taking bath at home, inexplicably appeared on school forum. Title is "Rich Miss escort play, just for stimulation". Comment section below exploded: "I long knew she not a good person, this photo is it leaked by that play guy." "Look at her that slutty look, really is material for this line, body not bad oh, Miss overnight what price." "That leg really white ah, why can't think open go do this line." I sat on steps, lost mind looking these comments, a kind of causeless despair surrounded me, what should I do? Thoughts in brain haven't cleared, eyes suddenly spun. Suddenly pushed hard by someone behind, I directly fell down from stairs. Sky spin earth turn, forehead hit a big hole, blood blurred my eyes, but I still saw standing in stair crowd, Lola looking at me. Her eyes not like before soft and enduring, instead full of provocative meaning. Her lips proud upward, silently mouthed these words: "You really deserve it." During time I recuperating at home, she started imitating me, imitating my handwriting, wearing clothes I like appearing in school. She cut same hairstyle as me, surrounded by my former suitors. Even many classmates felt, she more like Vance family spoiled grown big miss than me: "Hazel is just fate good, can reincarnate in Vance family, she want looks no looks, want upbringing no upbringing." "Now still notorious, did rotten things discovered, can't bear self-harmed right?" "Want me say, Lola generous decent, definitely envied by Hazel, then targeted by her like that before." Lola's mom, also started when parents business trip, cold words to me. Back home, on dining table, no longer my favorite sweet sour ribs and fried fish, instead placed Lola loved black pepper small steak. Rotten plot in real fake heiress novels, just appeared in my life like this. I vaguely felt something wrong, but couldn't say reason. Seemed all reality situations, guiding me to hate her, to let her become my "Replacement". But everything now, let me unable stop think clear, classmates targeting, teachers misunderstanding. Even back to own home, still encounter annoying person. This feeling of being slighted and invaded, made me angry unstoppable, I directly smashed bowl and chopsticks: "Mrs. Baker, here should be my home right? Why you not follow my order, make some dishes I like? What are these on table?" Mrs. Baker looked at me eyes somewhat disdain: "Eat what not same eat? You really think self is thousand gold miss, so eat must follow your order?" "Your parents just asked me cook for you eat, not want let me become your slave." "Don't think telling your parents, who can prove you morning said want eat sweet sour ribs, you think my daughter will help you prove?" I smashed bowl, she roughly pulled me to kitchen, let me clean kitchen: "Miss Hazel, I really never seen child like you, your parents not discipline you right? I come discipline. You today not finish cleaning, don't think eat." "How you not like my daughter a bit, she so obedient, you look at yourself." Even after they finished eating, Mrs. Baker called me wash bowls chopsticks together. I called parents, but Mrs. Baker very proud stood at stair entrance smiling: "Place your parents went business trip, very few signal, they said, this period by me take care you, I am your temporary guardian." "You don't think make trouble, listen my words well, otherwise you have good suffer." I past never couldn't contact parents, this not fit past experience and memory, I always felt where appeared problem. I seemed cleverly fell into a dilemma no one can help. That night, Lola under Mrs. Baker instruction, slept in my room. She wore my clothes, slept on my bed. Although I didn't deliberately guide, but always felt. Lola, to certain extent, unknowingly, seemed already became my "Replacement". Thinking her actions, I actually to matter she become my "Replacement", had a kind of revenge pleasure. If she really can bear bad luck originally belong to me, then to her why not a kind of revenge? She framed me, posted my nude photos online, pushed me down stairs, simply crime big evil extreme. She deserves it. Chapter 3 Midnight, I came to attic Grandma once liked most. Here has a mask Grandma asked Shaman carved for her. Since Grandma passed away, I found, wearing this mask, can see former Grandma look in mirror. She will talk to me, tell me live well. At this moment, I very want ask Grandma, what I should do. But I just opened attic, picked up mask, whole person uncontrolled fell backward. A stream heat gushed from nose, how also wipe not clean, brain also sky spin earth turn a burst dizziness. Blood non-stop flowing ah flowing. I helpless, holding cuff wipe, wipe till sleeve full blood, then realized this is precursor of Leukemia, my "Bad Luck" is it already descended? I fainted sleep, whole body cold terrible. In coma, seemed see not far, Grandma sitting on rattan chair, gently rocking. Don't know slept how long in attic, I then dragged up by a somewhat warm small hand, I couldn't open eyes, but ear side rang familiar voice: "Endure don't sleep ah!" Half faint half awake, I saw Lola one hand holding me in arms, other hand flustered using phone call 911. Her eye corner don't know why hung tears, seemed scared by my full face blood. That arm holding me still slightly trembling, her eyes this moment seemed so sincere kind. Lola trembling speaking my situation to phone: "Yes, in Garden District, Building 3, someone in this house keeps bleeding nose, seems dying, woo woo, you come quick, how long arrive?" I lay in her arms looking at her. Somewhat not understand, current Lola exactly doing what? Isn't she person most want me die? As long as I die, she can thoroughly replace me, become me. But now, that anxious look, looks like, seems not want me die? "Aren't you most want harm me die? Now isn't as you wish?" "Is you pushed me down stairs right? Didn't harm me die, are you very disappointed." Lola raised hand, wiped tears cried out by scare, somewhat stubborn said: "I not as bad as you, debts you bullied me, I find you calculate later, you better not coma, wait you coma, I will take chance slap you." "Why you flow so much nose blood, do you have some big illness?" When she wiped tears, raised hand, forearm not covered by cuff, impressively revealed a terrifying scar. I forced spirit, look closely, there are large amount burns, scars cut by knife then stitched, blue purple bruises. Curiosity drove me ask this question: "Who made these wounds?" She bit tight back molars, somewhat viciously sarcastic me: "Evil person still have face ask knowingly? I really should choke you death while you sick, I didn't offend you, why you always want find people hurt me, woo woo woo, do you know how hard I am?" "I since small always raised by grandparents, my mom long died, is Auntie Baker took me in, now can come city school, you still treat me like this." She crying look, very ugly, I somewhat dizzy, also somewhat impatient: "What is your mom surname?" She stunned, obviously didn't expect I ask this question, her eyes dimmed a moment: "My biological mother surname Sarah (Xu)." This instant, I seemed thought through, before fainting, somewhat indistinct said to Lola: "Idiot, run fast ah." Chapter 4 When I woke up, eyes front a piece pure white, parents still didn't come back. Mrs. Baker in ward, looking me lying on bed dying look, somewhat afraid shirking responsibility: "Not my business ah, is yourself body weak, who can you blame?" "Also this matter, all yourself went attic take things, so would..." Not wait her finish, I somewhat unhappy interrupted: "Where is your daughter Lola?" She eyes panicked a second, somewhat hem and haw, doubts in this too many I must ask clear face to face. Mrs. Baker evasive: "Did she tell you something? She this child sometimes will have some consciousness confusion, she born like this, speak not reliable." Looks like, person manipulating all this behind scenes, already detected, did I hear something shouldn't hear. I somewhat impatient, pretended angry: "I sick now, I just want her come serve me, you hurry call her come, right, I have some clothes old long time, you take give her wear." Mrs. Baker once heard "old clothes" these few words, eyes lit up. From her reaction, I roughly can know, seems this Mrs. Baker also knows something. Approaching afternoon time, Lola then sent to hospital. In process waiting her, I walked circle in room, room didn't put surveillance camera, also didn't put bug. But that camera on corridor, directly facing my ward. I must use more confidential way, to ask truth I want know. When Lola came my side, already put on my clothes, even hairstyle also somewhat similar to mine. Only difference me and her, is she slightly fatter than me, and face different. She holding fruit knife, peeled a pear for me eat. I picked up newspaper, pretended reading newspaper, actually blocking my mouth corner, low voice asked: "Those people hurt you before, have what characteristics? Where road you beaten? I actually don't know all this, I also yesterday saw scars on your hand then discovered." "Also, is you uploaded my nude photos to school net, outside has surveillance, you speak small voice, you recently also detected this home somewhat abnormal right?" She lowered head, somewhat dare not speak, thought, pretended organize trash can, back to surveillance said: "Person hurt me, said sent by you, height not tall, is a woman, looks thirty something look, behind left ear, has a purple birthmark, birthmark looks like a starfish." Starfish? I crazy searched my memory in brain. Seem, indeed have seen, somewhat familiar... Right, that is Mom's assistant, one of Mom's most trusted people, behind ear has such starfish birthmark, I impression very deep. I found Mom colleague team building group photo from phone, WeChat sent to Lola: "Is her?" Lola looked once, hands couldn't help trembling afraid, she small amplitude nodded. Night, I on internet, found a hacker. Let him help me see, appeared in school, my bathing nude photos, exactly sent from where. Finding a photo address from forum simply too simple, ten minutes later, he found original network address sending this photo. Vance Group, Dust Replacement Tower. This is our family group location. Truth seems bit by bit, start gradually emerge on water surface. I opened tablet. Searched on it, regarding our family consortium recent economic report. Sure enough, before "Replacement" sacrificed, consortium will appear large scale performance decline, financial loss, after sacrifice, then will steadily rise. "Did they ever try really stop all this?" I produced doubt to things Mom told me before. Doctor said, I got Leukemia, must hospitalized recuperate, see if have suitable bone marrow, can transplant. Midnight woke up, on tea table before bed, actually placed Grandma's that mask. Safety sign not far in corridor emitting green light very creepy. I put on that weird mask, walked to mirror beside toilet, instantly, Grandma appeared in mirror. She still sat in wheelchair like before, but this time she no longer had past kind of kindness. Her sharp voice constantly high laughing, eyes couldn't help spinning on me: "Hehe... he, Hazel, found own double?" I looked at Grandma, first time felt so creepy. I stepped back a step, somewhat timid asked: "Grandma, what exactly is this all about, this bad luck, does really want find person replace then disappear? Why our family has such bad luck?" "Where parents went these few days?" Grandma still hehe laughing, she saw me straight staring her, actually stood up from wheelchair. "Hazel, you really smart, I feel, you are family child most like me, smart guts big." "Granddaughter, don't you want glory wealth, everything easy to get?" "You think poor days, just really that easy pass? Don't go explore so much, listen parents and family words, so you can have good days live." "Whether she can become your replacement, ultimately, still depends on your will, if you unwilling, that time nourishing Ancestral House is your own flesh and blood." She just finished words, then red eyes pounced towards me. I somewhat scared, hurry took off mask. But ear side, still echoed Grandma somewhat sharp voice: "Hazel... don't fear, already someone want replace your bad luck."
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