My billionaire biological parents finally came to take me home. My neighbors tried to warn them, saying I was a jinx, a walking disaster, and anyone who got close would suffer bad luck. They didn't believe it. They insisted on taking me back, just to make me a scapegoat for their fake daughter, who had been cyberbullying the richest man's heiress. Day 1: The fake daughter, afraid I'd steal her spotlight, tried to frame me but ended up falling down the stairs and getting a concussion. Day 2: My biological brother, trying to protect the fake daughter, threatened me to livestream a false confession. He ended up nearly strangled by a tangle of loose wires. Day 3: The richest man in the city came knocking, thinking I was the troll who harassed his daughter. He sent a squad of goons to ruin me. But before they could even get within three feet of me, a freak hailstorm pummeled them half to death. I walked away without a scratch. The billionaire's revenge rebounded onto my biological parents. With their business teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, my "noble" parents were crying and begging my adoptive parents to take me back. "Please! We'll give you anything! Just take this jinx back!" 1 When my wealthy biological parents came to pick me up, my neighbors and adoptive parents gave them fair warning: "This girl of ours, she's got a strange fate. Bad luck follows her." "You better think clearly before taking her." The rich couple dismissed it, even looking annoyed at the superstition. "Stop spreading this nonsense. We're her biological parents. We're taking her home, not harming her." I sneered internally. These two probably didn't even recognize me. When their luxury car rolled into the village, I was just coming home and overheard their phone call. "Chloe, honey, you know we're only bringing this biological daughter back to take the fall for you." "You cyberbullied the daughter of the richest man in the city. This is the only way." "Don't worry, once the anger dies down over there, we'll kick her out immediately." "By then, she'll probably be too ruined to function anyway." The girl on the other end finally stopped throwing a tantrum. "But when she comes back, you can't be nice to her." "Your only precious daughter is me." They agreed repeatedly before hanging up. Knowing the situation, I actually felt a pang of sympathy for this poor biological daughter. What kind of bad luck did she have to end up with parents like these? Turns out, the joke was on me. "Sure, let's go back." "I won't be staying long anyway." I got into the car with my wealthy bio-parents. As soon as we left the village, their faces changed. My biological mother, Mrs. Vance, scrutinized me: "Your name is Ava, right?" "We are respectable people in Capital City. You have to follow our rules when you come home." "You will only be an adopted daughter. Chloe is our real daughter. You must yield to Chloe in everything. If she's unhappy, you'll be punished according to family rules." I looked at her calmly: "Maybe my adoptive parents didn't explain it clearly just now." "My fate is weird. Anyone who treats me badly or wrongs me will have bad luck." My biological father, Mr. Vance, scoffed: "Stop fear-mongering and spreading superstition. You can fool those country bumpkins, but don't try to scare us. Watch your skin!" As soon as he finished speaking, the car started swerving erratically, spinning and drifting on the highway as if possessed. The couple screamed and clutched their seatbelts. The driver frantically tried to correct the steering, but it was futile. The car flipped. A huge rock fell from nowhere, smashing through the roof right where the Vances were sitting, tearing off chunks of flesh from their arms and legs. The smell of blood filled the cabin. Screams echoed. I shook my dizzy head and looked at them: "I told you, you'd have bad luck. Why didn't you believe me?" "Look, flesh and skin all torn off." I shook my head, tsk-tsking. "So tragic." The couple was shocked, terrified, but mostly angry. "This is an accident! Just an accident! Stop gloating!" I shrugged indifferently. The rescue team soon got them out. They were about to be loaded onto the ambulance. But the stretcher fabric tore twice. Getting into the ambulance, the door slammed shut without warning, nearly severing their feet. After all that tossing and turning, their injuries worsened. As the ambulance prepared to leave, they didn't forget to yell at the driver: "Remember to send her home! I don't believe she's this jinxed!" 2 I rode back to Capital City in the rescue team's car. Since the driver and I were fine, after a thirty-minute observation, he took me home. He handed me over to the butler. Then he handed the phone to the butler, with Mr. Vance on the line. Even from a distance, I could hear his roaring voice. "Alfred, teach this unfilial daughter a lesson for me." "Because of her, the Madam and I are stuck in the hospital. Make her learn the rules." The butler's eyes turned fierce. After dragging me into the living room, he threw me to the floor. "You hurt the Master and Madam. Time for you to taste the family discipline." I stood up, rubbing my sore arm, and kindly reminded him: "Hitting me brings bad luck." "I'd like to see what kind of bad luck." He lashed at me with a whip made of wire. Good advice is hard to give to a man seeking death. Somehow, the wire got tangled in the socket of a decorative lamp. The socket was live, and a short circuit happened instantly. I even saw blue electric sparks dancing on the butler. "Ahhhhhhh..." Servants rushed over hearing the noise, cutting the power and saving him. The butler pointed a trembling finger at me, eyes overflowing with malice. The next second, a servant's phone, which was being used to call an ambulance, fell from the second floor and smashed directly onto his nose. It broke his nose bridge instantly. "Ah!" Another scream. The driver stood at the door, mouth gaping. "That works too?" I smiled at him. "The butler is out of commission. Who are you handing me to now?" "I think I should just show myself around." The driver nodded dumbly. "Miss Ava, please go ahead." Hearing the noise, Chloe walked out of her room. Our eyes met. Hers were full of disgust. "You're the biological daughter?" "Just in time, I have a party to attend." I smiled brightly: "That's great." Chloe's expression froze, her breathing heavy with anger. I thought she was taking me to a restaurant. Unexpectedly, she brought me to a bar. Inside the private room, a group of young men and women were smoking, looking like trouble. Chloe pushed me in, the smile on her face almost solidifying. "Brothers, this is the biological daughter my parents found." "If she's confirmed as the real heiress, I won't have money to treat you guys anymore. What should we do?" The leader, a guy with dyed yellow hair, smashed a beer bottle. "Daring to steal our little sister's identity." "We have plenty of ways to fix her. Get some nude photos, and she'll be our dog." Chloe crossed her arms, looking like she was ready for a show. Yellow Hair signaled his boys: "She looks pretty good. Boys, we're eating well tonight." Yellow Hair pulled up a girl with a numb expression from the floor. He smiled sinisterly at me: "She's your precedent!" "Baby, talk to the new member." The girl nodded, looking at me with empty eyes: "Be obedient like me, and you'll suffer less." "Otherwise, the brothers can turn you into a rag." She pointed to a room at the end of the suite. "If you get taken in there, there won't be anything left of you." I looked at the half-open door, smelling something foul. I sighed and looked at Yellow Hair: "I sincerely advise you not to touch me." "I have something magical about me. In high school, bullies tried to extort me. Before I could take out the money, they got struck by lightning." "A college classmate didn't like me and tried to trick me into a trap. Result? A police raid. She got arrested for procuring." I looked at the punks and persuaded patiently: "I have a bit of bad luck on me, but one thing is certain: those who want to harm me will be ten times unluckier than me." Yellow Hair laughed out loud. "Then I really have to see how unlucky I can get." 3 Yellow Hair grabbed my hair, dragging me towards that separate room. The numb-eyed girl closed her eyes in fear. Chloe crossed her arms, ready to watch. But the next second. The glass door of the room shattered instantly. Countless shards exploded, piercing into Yellow Hair's body. "Ahhhhhhh..." Screams filled the room. His lackeys weren't spared either; some got glass in their eyes. I only got a scratch on my hand. Chloe's eyes widened: "How is this possible?" The door was kicked open, and a group of police rushed in. "We received a report of illegal activities here." "Don't move! Hands on your heads, squat down!" In the end, it was proven we had nothing to do with it. Chloe and I were picked up by my biological brother, Ethan Vance. Chloe cried as soon as she saw him. "Boohoo, I just took sister out to play. I don't know how we ended up there." "Brother, I didn't do anything bad to her." Ethan, who doted on this sister since childhood, naturally comforted her a thousand times over. "Of course not you." "Arrange a room for her first." Chloe nodded repeatedly, but the malice in her eyes never disappeared. She led me to the third floor. Randomly pointing at a room, she said I could stay there. Before I could see where she pointed, a force came from behind and to the side. I slammed into the railing. But Chloe, who pushed me, twisted her ankle and fell backward. "Ah—" She rolled all the way down to the first floor. Ethan heard the noise and rushed over, seeing the unconscious Chloe. His hair stood on end with rage. "You... you dare do this to Chloe!" "Police! People like you belong in jail!" I spread my hands, helpless. "Brother, you might not believe it, but I didn't do it." "She tried to harm me, so she fell down herself." Ethan roared at me: "You think I'll believe that? You're definitely jealous that Chloe replaced you for over ten years!" I was too lazy to explain further to strangers. The police arrived quickly. Very coincidentally. It was the same officer from the station I just left. He immediately checked the home surveillance. Chloe was smart; she had the servants cut the cameras before trying to harm me. But unluckily, because of the butler's electric shock earlier, the house wiring short-circuited. The camera on the third floor coincidentally started working again. "Harming others only to harm oneself." "This is a family dispute. Mr. Vance, do you wish to pursue this?" Ethan looked at me with fire in his eyes, but it was like punching cotton. He had nowhere to vent. He forced a smile at the officer. "Looks like a misunderstanding. Sorry for the trouble." Judging by that smile, he hated my guts. Chloe was sent to the hospital. Diagnosis: concussion. Ethan met Mr. and Mrs. Vance at the hospital and learned why I was brought back. Thinking of the bad luck surrounding me, he decided to change tactics. "If force doesn't work, we'll use soft power." "We absolutely cannot let the billionaire Mr. Sterling find Chloe." "Why not make her publicly apologize online for the cyberbullying? That way, even if something happens, Sterling will target her first, not Chloe." 4 The parents agreed. Ethan returned late from the hospital. This time, he wasn't alone. He brought my best friend from high school, Mia. In high school, no one wanted to play with me because of my bad luck. Only Mia didn't care. Every time something bad happened, she'd find a way to smooth it over. Then continue being my best friend. Later she moved, and we lost touch. I didn't expect Ethan to find her. Mia grabbed my hand the moment she saw me, begging. "Ava, please help me. My mom is sick and hospitalized, we need a lot of money for surgery." "Your brother said if you help him with some livestream, he'll pay for my mom's bills." She cried so pitifully. My compassion was moved instantly. I knew Ethan's plan. Scapegoat me, right? Such a big detour. Impressive. But I had no choice. It was Mia. "Fine, I'll be the scapegoat." "As long as you're happy." Mia froze. "What scapegoat?" "Didn't he just ask you to do a livestream?" Before Mia could ask more, Ethan's men grabbed her. Covered her mouth. "We set up the phone. Remember to admit to cyberbullying the billionaire heiress, Tiffany Sterling." "After the stream, we'll let your friend go." Mia's eyes widened. She bit the hand covering her mouth and shouted at me: "No!" "Ava, I don't want the money! Don't admit it!" "You'll be cursed to death, retaliated against!" "You can't mess with these people!" I pursed my lips helplessly: "But your mom needs treatment." "My family has no money, but they do." "It's just a livestream. Let's do it." Ethan had Mia gagged, afraid she'd sway me. My disgust for him was deeper than for the other Vances. They didn't know how to use soft knives like he did. Livestream on. Ethan bought a lot of bots to flood the room. He even prepared a script for me to read. "I, the eldest daughter of the Vance family, publicly apologize today." "I cyberbullied Tiffany Sterling, spreading rumors about her chaotic private life with male celebrities, cheating..." Ethan listened, his smile widening. The bots attracted a large number of real viewers. Hearing "cyberbullying," the audience stayed to curse me. [Shameless! Hate you cyberbullies. Jealousy is ugly.] [Women really are the worst enemies of successful women.] [Why don't you die? Tiffany is such a good girl, now getting hate because of you.] [Streamer, my hands are itching. I want your address to pay you a visit.] Ethan was engrossed in the comments, unknowingly walking towards my phone stand. There were lights on both sides, wires crisscrossing the floor. He stepped on one without noticing. Next second, he rolled like a bowling ball towards the equipment. The unplugged wires, due to some uncontrollable factor, spiraled around him. Starting from the neck, round after round. Strangling him until his eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out. "Help..." "Save..."
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