After being recognized as the true heiress by the eighth pair of wealthy parents, my mindset collapsed, and I was going crazy. At the recognition banquet, the fake heiress framed me for throwing her bracelet into the pool. Facing my parents' questioning, I suddenly felt like dying. So the next second, I twisted my head and dove straight into the pool, sinking to the bottom in the blink of an eye. My parents were terrified out of their minds. They frantically fished me out, their faces ashen. Looking at the fake heiress crying from anger, my brother warned me with a gloomy face: "If you dare to grandstand again, get out of this house!" Hearing this, I got up and rushed straight towards the traffic: "Sure thing, bro, I'll go out and get hit by a car right now!" My brother was completely dumbfounded. He dragged me back from the highway in a panic, looking at me like I was a monster. That night, the fake heiress stood on the roof, acting as if she was about to jump off the building: "I shouldn't have usurped my sister's identity, I'll return it to her right now!" As soon as she finished speaking, I looked at her hesitant posture, impatiently stepped forward, and pushed her aside. "So dawdling, let me do it." Saying that, amid everyone's shocked screams, I cleanly jumped off the roof. ... 1 The wind howled in my ears, and I completely lost consciousness. When I slowly woke up again, I heard Mia Sterling's whining voice in my ears: "I really didn't say anything. Sister jumped down herself, I don't know what happened to her either." Seeing this, my brother Ethan Sterling immediately stepped forward, shielding her firmly behind him in a protective posture: "Mom, Dad, this must be a trick directed and acted by Chloe Sterling. I think she just wants to use this to frame Mia!" "If she really didn't want to live, why did she specifically pick a place with a landing platform to jump?" "Isn't it because she calculated that she wouldn't die from the fall? She simply has bad intentions!" Ethan saw our parents' eyes waver. Turning his head, he met my newly opened eyes. His eyes lit up, as if he suddenly thought of something. Without explanation, he dragged me off the hospital bed, pulling and hauling me to the window. "Mom, Dad, look, this is the thirtieth floor, there's no buffer underneath." "If she really has the determination to die, why isn't she jumping now?" "I think she's just putting on an act! Just wanting to frame Mia!" I had just woken up, my head was still groggy, and my whole body ached. I was just regretting why I didn't die again. Pressed by him like this, the height of the thirtieth floor crashed into my eyes without any obstruction. I was instantly delighted. Ethan was still talking non-stop, while half of my body had already couldn't resist the temptation and climbed out the window. Halfway through their conversation, they turned their heads and saw this scene. The air froze for a moment. The next second, the room completely exploded with screams, dragging, and chaos. I struggled, I thrashed, I twisted my body desperately trying to edge outward. The few of them pinned me down with their hands and feet, coaxing and persuading, exerting immense effort before finally dragging me back to the bed. Ethan still wanted to say something, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud smack from Dad! "Enough! Shut your mouth right now!" He fiercely slammed the window shut and locked it, pointing a trembling finger at me, then turning to Ethan: "Have you ever seen any child attract attention like this?" "Chloe is your biological sister! Look what you've forced her to become!" Saying that, Mom and Dad sighed, slowly walking to my bedside: "Chloe..." Before my parents could get the words out, they were interrupted by Mia clutching her chest and crying: "It's all because of me that sister has such thoughts. Maybe... I should just leave..." Hearing this, my parents' movements instantly paused, and their expressions immediately became serious: "Mia, don't think nonsense! You will always be a daughter of our Sterling family, no one can replace you!" Ethan even directly blocked in front of her, swearing: "In this life, I, Ethan Sterling, only recognize you as my one and only sister! No matter who leaves, it won't be you!" If this were the first time I heard these words, I might still be sad. Unfortunately, I had heard the exact same words seven times already. I could recite them backward; all that was left was disgust. A strong feeling of nausea hit me. Their faces faded in and out of my vision, and in my trance, I remembered the past again. I was a magnet for bad luck. During my most miserable year, I lost my memory, had no money, and almost starved to death on the streets. So when the System told me I was the "Chosen One" female lead of true and fake heiress stories, and that completing tasks would earn me generous bonuses. Just to have a full meal, I agreed without a second thought. However, the System got the target wrong, causing me to experience the physical and mental abuse plot of the true wealthy heiress seven times in a row. I was diagnosed with a work-related injury and developed severe PTSD towards the identity of "true heiress." Just as I was holding a hundred-million-dollar compensation fund preparing to retire, the eighth pair of wealthy parents came looking for me. "Host, are you really going to abandon the mission? I swear the target wasn't wrong this time, it's your biological family..." "If you still want to give up, the rules haven't changed. Just die in this world." I was bargaining with the System in my head. The next second, Ethan's voice snapped me back to reality. "Chloe Sterling! Look at the good deed you've done!" I looked up, meeting his gloomy face. 2 He said because I just jumped off the building, Mia was so worried her old illness relapsed, and the doctor said she needed a total blood transfusion. "If it's a minor illness, go get treated. If it's a major illness, go die. Why come looking for me?" "Oh, if she really doesn't know how to die, I could teach her." Hearing this, seeing our parents weren't around, Ethan was so angry he slapped me directly: "It's all because of you that Mia's old illness relapsed! So you must give her this blood transfusion! You have no right to refuse!" Mia cried tearfully beside him: "Forget it, brother. Sister hates me so much, she definitely won't agree to give me a blood transfusion. Just let me fend for myself!" When she cried, Ethan became even more irritable. He grabbed my collar: "Chloe Sterling, if you still want to return to this family, then you have to give this blood today whether you want to or not!" I was shaken by him until my vision went dark repeatedly. Just as I was about to cough, I was fiercely thrown back onto the bed by him. "Chloe Sterling, don't force me to use methods. If you know what's good for you, sign the informed consent..." Before he could finish speaking, I impatiently got up and quickly signed my name. I casually tossed the pen, not even looking up: "Draw it." Ethan didn't react: "What?" "I said, don't you want to draw my blood to give to Mia? Draw it, better to drain it all directly. I don't want to live anyway." Hearing me say this, Mia immediately looked at Ethan with tearful eyes. Ethan's face instantly darkened another degree. "Chloe Sterling, it's just asking you to give Mia a little blood. Is it necessary to deliberately put on this look to disgust us?" "Name a condition. What will it take for you to properly give Mia a blood transfusion..." I was getting a throbbing headache from his schizophrenic behavior. This wasn't okay, that wasn't okay! At this moment, I couldn't bear it anymore! I stood up with a whoosh and roared at him: "Change, change, change! I'll change it for her!" "Not only will I give her my blood, I'll give her my life too! Can you shut up!" Before he could react, I directly grabbed the fruit knife nearby and stabbed it towards the artery in my wrist. The expected severe pain didn't arrive; the blade was grabbed by Ethan with extremely fast reaction. Seeing the blood spilling from his fingers, Mia beside him screamed in fright and stumbled out of the ward to call for a doctor. And Ethan pinned me back on the bed with my arms behind my back, his face livid, his voice trembling: "Chloe Sterling! Are you crazy?! Is this the only trick you know to get attention?" "Before you lost your memory, you only knew how to seek death all day long. I didn't expect that after so many years, even with amnesia, you still haven't made any progress!" I froze for a moment, then struggled crazily: "Let go! Whether I've made progress or not is none of your damn business!" "I'm your brother!" The veins on his forehead popped out. I kicked and thrashed on the bed, finally just lowering my head to bite his hand. But until my mouth was full of the taste of blood, he still didn't let go. Finally, I was really out of options. I relaxed my strength and smiled gently at him: "Okay, brother, I admit, I just want to grandstand and attract your attention so I can steal your love away from Mia." "You are too wise, you saw through it at a glance." "Now the act is over, I'm not dying. Can you let go?" Ethan stared into my eyes, seeing my sincere look didn't seem like lying. After a long while, he finally slowly let go, let out a long breath, and said: "Chloe Sterling, I don't like forcing others, but Mia can be considered your sister. It's perfectly justified for you to give her a blood transfusion. Today you were too unreasonable." "I promise, as long as you obediently sign and go give Mia a blood transfusion, our Sterling family can still accept you again..." Before his voice fell, I grabbed the knife and stabbed it into my neck. The world was quiet for a second. When Mom and Dad pushed the door open holding boxed lunches, my splattering fresh blood splashed all over their faces. With a clatter, the lunch boxes fell to the ground. A miserable, shrill scream erupted in the room: "Doctor! Go get the doctor quickly!" 3 I had a dream. The me in the dream was young, fierce, and couldn't bear the slightest injustice. Every time I was framed by Mia, I defended myself hoarsely. Quarreling, jumping off buildings, slitting wrists, running away from home. I used all extreme methods to prove myself. Over time, under the gradually disappointed gazes of my family, I became a "madwoman." The last time, Ethan spoke harshly to me: "If you act up again, get out of the Sterling family forever!" I froze for a long time, then recklessly rushed into the midnight snowstorm. The last memory was the blinding halo of headlights and the dull thud of my body hitting the ground. When I woke up again, with an empty brain, I agreed to bind with the System. I wandered for a long time. When the first pair of wealthy parents recognized me and brought me home, I was full of joy, thinking I had finally found a home. But I didn't expect that closely following were the second pair, the third pair... By the fifth pair, looking at the wealthy parents who were like Russian nesting dolls, I completely stopped laughing. When the seventh pair of wealthy parents brought me home, I was already on the verge of breaking down. At this time, not only could I recite the physical and mental abuse script of the true wealthy heiress backward. I even had a bit of a stress reaction just hearing the word "wealthy." This was the eighth time. The current me couldn't muster half a bit of interest in the love of these wealthy family members. I just wanted to quickly take the hundred-million-dollar compensation fund, fake my death, and escape far, far away from all these people. I was awakened by Ethan's voice: "Mom, Dad! Yes, Mia exaggerated her old illness relapse this time, but wasn't that also because she was scared?" "Think about it, how did Chloe treat her in the past!" His voice paused, then lowered a few degrees: "Back then, weren't you also afraid Mia would suffer grievances, so you deliberately bought off those seven families with similar situations, letting them take Chloe back first and pretend to be her parents, so Mia could have more time to adapt?" "Besides, how could Chloe completely change her nature just by losing her memory? Anyway, I don't believe it." "If you ask me, she just mingled outside for seven years, got smart, and her acting skills went up a level..." "Enough!" Dad severely shouted him down. Followed by a long silence. I sat on the bed, picking at the bandages on my neck, my ears buzzing. That sentence echoed repeatedly in my mind: bought off seven families. The System's voice jumped up in my mind at the same time: "I told you something was wrong! How could I find the wrong target time after time! Making you do a task that should have taken one try seven times!" "I thought the main system was too garbage, after all that, it turns out they were the ones playing tricks!" "But fortunately you had the foresight. Holding the hundred-million-dollar compensation fund, you've already prepared a new identity in another world. You can leave this world at any time." Before it finished speaking, I had already rolled out of bed. "Wait, Host, why is your face so ugly? What are you looking for..." I was concise: "Looking for a knife." 4 Didn't find a knife. I was half-coaxed and half-dragged back to the Sterling mansion by my parents, who rushed in after hearing the commotion. After getting home, I turned the villa upside down as soon as I entered the house, but in the huge villa, I couldn't find a single controlled blade. I wanted to jump off the building again, but didn't expect all the windows inside and out had been sealed shut. Even a thick layer of carpet was laid on the stairs. Psychologists came one after another. Mom and Dad started guarding by my side day and night, never leaving my side. Mom had to change my dressing every day with red eyes. Dad, to make me happy, even brought out the family portrait the painter painted for us back then. "Tch." Ethan happened to pass by the door, saw this scene, and mocked: "Really good at acting." "Don't you just want to use the pity play to squeeze Mia out of this house?" "Let me tell you, Chloe Sterling, as long as I'm still here, don't even think about it." After saying that, he turned and left. My gaze fell on the face of the brother in the painting who smilingly carried me on his shoulders, and I was in a trance for a moment. In the following days, I never found an opportunity to commit suicide again. Perhaps that last sliver of hope I had for them completely shattered after hearing they had continuously pushed me outward seven times. I wanted to die faster even more. Finally, it was Mia's birthday party. That day, as soon as I entered the door, I was affectionately pulled by her. "Sister, you came to my birthday party, how can you not have a decent dress?" I let her half-drag and half-pull me, following her away from the crowd. When we reached the edge of the pool, she suddenly stopped, leaned in close to my ear, and said viciously: "Don't think you can steal everything I have now." "Anyway, you always liked to seek death, right?" "There are no security cameras here. Even if you really drown here... no one will suspect me." She paused, enunciating each word: "So, go die." Before her voice fell, a violent force fiercely struck from behind me. With a splash, the freezing pool water instantly swallowed me. I didn't struggle, but let the pool water submerge me. The feeling of suffocation surged, and my consciousness gradually blurred. The System's countdown rang in my ears. "Five, four, three..." Suddenly, I was dragged up by a force. Ethan's voice exploded in my ears: "Mia said you stole her jewelry! Making her unable to step down in front of everyone!" "Speak! Where did you hide the things?" Seeing me curled up on the ground trembling continuously, his strength subconsciously loosened for a moment. After a long while, as if remembering something again, his eyes became sinister once more. "Chloe Sterling, did you hear me? Hand over the things!" "Just to deny taking a set of jewelry, you acted out this diving scene again, isn't it boring?" Seeing I didn't respond, he completely lost patience: "Are you f***ing addicted to acting?! Endless, right?!" While roaring, he roughly grabbed my wrist, whose pulse had already stopped, wanting to drag me up from the ground. The next moment, his movements suddenly froze, and his face turned deathly pale with a whoosh. Right at this time, Mom and Dad, who had received the video recording from my micro-camera, happened to push the door and burst in. Ethan mechanically turned his head to look at Mom and Dad, and then slowly looked at me lying lifelessly on the ground. He staggered backward two steps, widened his eyes in disbelief, and slumped onto the ground.
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