My younger sister snapped a photo while sitting on the hood of my Porsche. "Driving a Porsche at 23, but I still don't feel happy." After this humblebrag went viral, her DMs were flooded with messages from eager suitors. She paraded around a million-dollar Louis Vuitton bag gifted by one of these admirers, flaunting it in my face. "Sister, I hinted that he should buy me a million-dollar car, but he got me a million-dollar bag instead. What goes on in the minds of these clueless guys?" I kindly warned her: "Is it possible that dealerships don't sell fake cars?" She immediately blasted me on social media, claiming her own flesh and blood was jealous of her success. I was relentlessly cyberbullied by her male fans and had no choice but to delete all my accounts. She accepted the proposal of a "wealthy heir," showing off hands covered in gold jewelry, her expression arrogant and triumphant: "Don't tell me there are still girls out there who haven't received gold from their boyfriends? No way, right?" But the internet hit back hard, exposing her gold as cheap knockoffs. By that time, she had already stolen her ID, secretly married the "heir," and gotten pregnant. The damage was irreversible. Our parents were scammed out of their life savings by their supposed "golden son-in-law" and tragically committed suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning. My sister blamed me for everything. In a fit of rage, she pushed me off the roof of a 28-story building. "If you hadn't let me use your Porsche for that photo, I never would have met that loser, and Mom and Dad wouldn't have been scammed!" When I opened my eyes again, I was right back to the moment she went viral for flexing with my Porsche. 1 "When is it my turn to drive a Porsche at 23?! I am going to war with you rich people!" I opened my eyes, staring blankly at a gossip aggregator account I had randomly scrolled past. My sister was sitting on the hood of my Porsche, pouting her lips for the camera. The comments were a sea of envy, and the post already had a hundred thousand likes. The top comment read: "Wow, whose little princess is out here humblebragging?" My sister replied below: "Not at all, I feel like I'm just from an ordinary family. I just can't find an older guy who's willing to spoil me~" In my past life, when I accidentally discovered she was using my Porsche for photos, I advised her to keep a low profile and not expose too much about our supposed family wealth on a public platform. But my sister dismissed my concerns, thinking I was just being a nosy busybody. "Sister, what do you know? I'm building an internet persona. It's just for marketing." "You're not going to be petty and expose me, are you?" Figuring I couldn't coddle her forever, I decided to let her forge her own path. Seeing her attitude, I didn't say anything else, just reminded her to be careful. My sister was busy recording a new video on her phone and brushed me off carelessly: "I know, I know! You're so annoying!" But to my surprise, a few days later, I found a gift box outside the door of our apartment. While I was wondering who left it there, my sister rushed out of her room and snatched the box, cradling it like a precious treasure. "Don't touch it! It's a gift from my 'brother'!" That's when I realized she hadn't just asked a "sugar daddy" for gifts on her livestream—she had actually given out my apartment address! My sister didn't care about my safety at all. Her face was flushed with the sheer thrill of receiving a gift. She eagerly tore off the wrapping, pulled out a handbag, and held it up to inspect it. I recognized it as a new release from Louis Vuitton, valued at roughly a million dollars. My sister slung the bag over her shoulder, twirling in front of the mirror, absolutely captivated by her own reflection. Turning back and catching me staring at her, she dramatically furrowed her brow, feigning distress: "Sister, I hinted that he should buy me a million-dollar car, but he got me a million-dollar bag instead. What goes on in the minds of these clueless guys?" I frowned, looking closely at the bag, and offered a warning: "Is it possible that dealerships don't sell fake cars?" My sister froze. When the implication hit her, she dropped the bag, put her hands on her hips, and glared at me furiously. "What is that supposed to mean?! Just because you're a washed-up old hag who can't get any gifts, you're jealous of me?! Have you ever even seen real luxury goods? What gives you the right to call this a fake!" Seeing that she was completely unreachable, I decided not to waste my breath. My sister let out a cold snort, turned, and marched away, a flash of pure malice crossing her eyes. The very next day, I was trending online—for all the wrong reasons. In a tearful video, my sister sobbed, claiming I was deeply jealous of the fact that she was born with everything, and that she now had a boyfriend who spoiled her endlessly. "Wuu-wuu... I don't know why my sister would say those things. I just wanted to share my normal dating experiences with her." My sister claimed I deliberately called her gift a fake to sabotage her relationship with her boyfriend. She spun a narrative that I was green with envy over her happiness and was trying to steal her man! I was labeled a shameless homewrecker. The cyberbullying from her male fans escalated until it affected my real life. Out of sheer desperation, I was forced to issue a public apology and delete all my social media accounts. Seeing how easily she crushed me only fueled my sister's arrogance, which ultimately paved the way for a massive disaster. In my past life, I ran myself ragged trying to clear my name. This time, I wasn't going to be that stupid. Snapping back to the present, I saw my sister preening with the bag in front of me. I didn't offer any advice. I just smiled faintly: "That's nice." My sister looked even more smug. "Of course it is! You wouldn't even dare to touch a brand like this, would you? Once I marry my wealthy heir, I can have as many of these bags as I want!" "Jealous? Too bad you don't have my luck. You're just a spinster nobody wants!" She clutched the bag to her chest, humming a tune as she retreated to her bedroom. 2 Having tasted the sweetness of viral fame, my sister doubled down on her livestreams, desperately cultivating her "rich heiress" persona. I used the excuse of not wanting to disturb her to retreat to my room and process the fact that I had been reborn. In my past life, it all started with this fake designer bag. My sister became entirely convinced the guy was a legitimate millionaire. She used every trick in the book to siphon money from me to maintain her fake heiress lifestyle, obsessively focused on landing her "golden goose." By the time I caught on, she had secretly drained every cent of the retirement fund I had set aside for our parents. Remembering this, I immediately contacted the bank and transferred all my funds to a new account my sister knew nothing about. This time around, she wouldn't get a single penny from me! Sure enough, a few days later, my sister stormed up to me, shoving her phone screen aggressively in my face. "Why is there absolutely zero money in the bank account?! Did you use it for something shady?!" I glanced at her phone. It was a failed payment notification due to insufficient funds. The item in her cart was a luxury watch priced at over a hundred thousand dollars. I clicked my tongue in disbelief. She really had no concept of the value of money when she wasn't the one earning it. I replied calmly, "That's Mom and Dad's retirement fund. Why are you monitoring it?" My sister shot me a dirty look. "What retirement fund? That's my dowry from Mom and Dad!" "I'm an influencer with a million followers! All my fans are watching me. My dowry needs to be at least five million just to match my status!" "If you don't give it to me, are you trying to ruin my career?" "Transfer the money to me immediately, do you hear me? Ugh, I don't have time for this, I have to go on a date with my boyfriend!" My sister demanded I transfer the money ASAP, claiming she needed it urgently, then sprinted down the stairs in her stilettos. I stood by the window and watched her climb into a luxury car parked outside our building. I didn't expect them to meet up this quickly, fueled by her aggressive livestreaming campaign. Transferring the money was, of course, out of the question. Let's see how long it takes her to realize her "billionaire" has a few red flags when she doesn't have my wallet to fall back on. 3 My sister didn't come home that night. The next day, she posted a new video. The video was a blinding display of gold jewelry reflecting harshly in the camera flash. A massive gold bangle encircled her wrist, chunky gold rings adorned all ten of her fingers, and a heavy gold pendant hung around her neck. She smugly declared that these were just "little trinkets" her boyfriend casually picked up for her. "Don't tell me there are still girls out there who haven't received gold from their boyfriends? No way, right?" "Money is just a string of numbers to me." She then proudly announced that she had a five-million-dollar dowry ready to go, proving she wasn't after his money. She claimed she was merely documenting their romance. The video exploded instantly, with comment sections flooded by envious viewers. My sister basked in the attention. "I just wanted to test if he really loved me. I didn't expect him to care so much. I'm so moved~" However, amidst the praise, doubts began to surface. Several professionals pointed out that the color of the gold was off and lacked the required hallmarks, strongly suggesting they were fake. Some users even began questioning the authenticity of her "rich heiress" persona. My sister panicked. She posted a rapid-fire sequence of seven or eight videos, meticulously filming her jewelry from every conceivable angle. "Are you kidding me? Have some of you seriously never seen real gold before? Given my family background, why would I ever buy fakes?" "How does this look fake? The color is perfect! Let me guess—your boyfriends refuse to buy you any, so you come here calling mine fake? Don't be sour grapes." "Wow, I really didn't expect so many people to be jealous of me. Honestly, my background is just average, it's just that my boyfriend spoils me too much and insisted on buying all this gold. I really couldn't stop him." After this aggressive, high-profile defense, she doubled down, announcing a livestream event to broadcast her extravagant wedding to silence the haters. "This weekend, my boyfriend and I are hosting the wedding of the century at a luxury hotel! It's not too extravagant, we only spent a few million on it!" "I welcome all my fans to join us, and the haters better watch closely! I'll prove my status with cold, hard cash!" She sounded incredibly confident, but I hadn't given her a dime. Where was she getting the money? 4 I hadn't given her the five million, so I honestly had no idea where her funding was coming from. Nevertheless, I brought our parents to attend her so-called "wedding of the century." When we arrived at the grand banquet hall, my sister was standing alone on the stage in a wedding gown, livestreaming the event. I pulled up the stream on my phone. The viewership was massive, the screen flooded with congratulatory messages. But as time dragged on, the audience realized something was wrong. My sister had been livestreaming for an hour, and the groom was nowhere to be found. The envious comments gradually morphed into skepticism. "What's going on? Has the groom still not shown up? The wedding was supposed to start a long time ago, right?" "We've been waiting to see this billionaire boyfriend, but the groom pulled a runaway bride?" "Is this the 'status' the streamer was bragging about?" Anxiety crept onto my sister's face. She frantically sent messages on her phone, a sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Our parents looked worried, and I offered a few words of mild comfort. That "wealthy heir" had probably skipped town a long time ago. I smiled, watching my sister panic on stage, curious to see how she would try to spin this disaster. "Of course not! My boyfriend suddenly received an urgent notice to attend an international summit abroad." "A real man must prioritize his career! Career-driven men are the most attractive!" "As his supportive partner, I obviously can't let him worry about things back home!" She put her phone away, turning the screen toward the camera to display her chat history. The man on the other end claimed he had to rush to catch an international flight and sent my sister a digital red envelope containing $520. "Thank you all for coming! Please enjoy the food and drinks! I have plenty of money!" The guests in the hall exchanged bewildered glances. I frowned; the prices at this hotel were notoriously exorbitant. Where exactly was her money coming from? I glanced down at the livestream. Just as I suspected, the internet wasn't buying it. The chat was a wall of insults. "What kind of garbage is this? Abandoning his fiancée at the altar, and you call him a good boyfriend?" "The streamer isn't a rich heiress at all, is she? Her boyfriend is probably dead broke too." Seeing the backlash, my sister shrieked in desperation. "What do you guys know?! I'm pregnant with his family's eldest grandson! They're transferring two properties into my name tomorrow!" "You know those luxury yachts overseas? Once I deliver the eldest grandson, my husband is going to buy me one so I can throw parties on it! I'll invite all my fans to come hang out!" The moment she said that, my parents, sitting next to me, gripped my hands tightly. "Is what your sister saying true?! Is she really pregnant?!" "How can this be happening? We haven't even met the guy!" Before I could even attempt to explain, my sister overheard our parents from the stage. She lifted her chin in disdain. "Stop being so traditional, okay? You two dinosaurs need to understand this is called modern love!" "Of course it's true! This is a massive blessing!" "Just wait until I marry into that billionaire family!" My sister lovingly cradled her flat stomach, her face glowing with pride, acting as if she were already the star of a high-society wedding. She continued to recklessly boast to her fans about the "million-dollar" wedding dress she was wearing. Did she honestly believe she could secure a billionaire husband just by getting pregnant? I shook my head at my sister's impenetrable delusion, took my bewildered parents by the arms, and we left. 5 After ensuring my parents were settled at home, I returned to work. But two days later, I was ambushed outside my office building. A cup of iced coffee was violently thrown directly into my face. Caught completely off guard, I was drenched. "I don't know what kind of sick, twisted heart you have! You just can't stand to see your sister happy, can you?" "To resort to such a venomous, disgusting scheme... are you even Mia's biological sister?!" Frowning, I signaled the security guards to remove the woman, who was still screaming a barrage of insults. I immediately dialed my sister's number, but she declined the call. I had no choice but to search for news about her online. That's when I discovered she had launched a public crusade against me. "I never imagined my own sister would secretly swap out my gold jewelry. You all know the backlash and abuse I received because of that incident... I had no idea the mastermind behind it all was my own sister." "My sister hated studying since she was little. She threw tantrums and forced our parents to let her drop out so she could go 'work.' When she hit a wall in the real world, she started pressuring our parents to force me out into society to 'build character.'" "She argued that it was unfair for me to stay in school while she had to struggle in the real world." She spun my years of hard work and hustle into a sleazy narrative of sleeping my way to the top, while painting herself as the tragic, bullied victim. "Because my sister disapproved of my relationship, she swapped my bridal gold and illegally withheld my dowry. My boyfriend felt disrespected by our family and left in anger to attend his international conference." "What about me? What did I do wrong?! Why are you doing this to me?!" My sister wept on camera, claiming I had deliberately destroyed her happiness. Her fans swallowed the lie whole. They swarmed my accounts, attacking me viciously while offering her endless sympathy and comfort. "You really can't judge a book by its cover. Who would have thought her own flesh and blood could be so evil?" "Oh my god, if it were me, I would absolutely despise that sister!" "Is she really that bitter just seeing someone else happy? What a vile, old witch!"
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