My fiancé and my biological brother hated me for ten years. They firmly believed I had ruthlessly bullied the innocent, pure girl they both secretly loved. At my engagement party, they exposed my "crimes" to the world. "She is pure scum who bullies her own classmates!" In the video broadcasted live across the internet, the innocent girl smiled through her tears: "I don't blame her anymore." "Looking back, I've left that storm behind me." She became an overnight sensation. Meanwhile, I was condemned by everyone, splashed with sulfuric acid by her extreme fans, and in my absolute despair, I dragged her to hell with me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to my senior year of high school. The innocent girl was pouring water over her own head, smiling as she asked me: "Have you figured out how you're going to apologize to me later?" I snapped on the spot. I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her into the bathroom stall, and shoved her head straight into the toilet bowl: "Let me teach you what real bullying looks like." "Your mouth is so filthy. Remember to wash it thoroughly before you go complaining to everyone." 1 My last memory of my past life was the agonizing, near-death pain of concentrated sulfuric acid splashing into my eyes. Enduring immense agony, I searched through my blurred vision until I found Lily Harper, hiding safely behind my brother's back. Then, I grabbed a cake knife, lunged forward, and plunged it right into her chest. "Let's go to hell together!" ... I opened my eyes again. The exceptionally clear sight before me left me stunned for two seconds. Until I looked slightly ahead and saw a much younger Lily Harper. Wearing a faded school uniform, she turned on the faucet and poured water over her own head. As she drenched herself, she smiled and asked me, "Who do you think they'll believe? Me, or you?" It hit me in an instant. I was back to this day. The very beginning of my past life's nightmare, when I was first branded as her bully. Seeing me standing there in a daze, Lily's smile deepened: "Have you figured out how you're going to apologize to me later, princess? —Ah!" Old hatred and new fury surged into my head all at once. I lunged forward, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her straight into a bathroom stall. Amidst her sudden, piercing screams, I shoved her entire face into the toilet bowl. "Trying to frame me with a little cold water? Move over. Let me personally teach you what real bullying looks like." Lily struggled like a madwoman, her arms flailing like windmills, but she couldn't break free from my iron grip. Forced to keep her face submerged in the dirty water, she opened her mouth to let out muffled, garbled sounds: "Chloe Vance, let me go... glug... gag—" I looked up and laughed out loud: "Your mouth is so filthy! Remember to wash it thoroughly before you go complaining to everyone later!" I didn't care if I had actually traveled back in time or if this was just a post-death hallucination. It didn't matter. I was completely, utterly unhinged. 2 In my past life, I died on what was supposed to be the most glorious day of my life. That day, I had won my third Best Actress award. Wearing a custom haute couture gown, I stood beside my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Ethan Cross, at our grand, live-streamed engagement party. And then, he announced to everyone present: "I will absolutely never marry scum who bullied her classmates in high school." Under my gaze of utter disbelief, Lily stepped out from the crowd. With tears in her eyes, she looked up and smiled: "Chloe Vance, remember me? Lily Harper, the girl you bullied for ten years." "You probably never imagined that one day, I would stand on equal footing with you." "But it's okay. I don't blame you anymore." "Looking back, I've left that storm behind me." Broadcast live across the internet, she became an overnight sensation. Before I could even react, a swarm of reporters—arranged by my brother and Ethan—rushed in and surrounded me. "Ms. Vance, is it true you still maintain your habit of bullying newcomers on set?" "A few days ago, someone photographed you visiting a gynecology clinic. Did you contract an STD because of your promiscuous lifestyle?" An extreme fan charged out of the crowd, hurling a bottle of sulfuric acid directly at my face: "Die, you bitch!" As the liquid splashed over me, an overwhelming, searing agony fused to my skin. My vision never cleared again. Falling from heaven to hell took only a fraction of a second. 3 Snapping back to the present, I let go. I watched Lily collapse weakly onto the floor. That innocent, pure little face was now covered in filth. I couldn't hold back a laugh. "Cry. Throw a fit. Go ahead and wear that exact face, and tell the whole world I bullied you—go on!" My voice abruptly pitched higher. Remembering the agonizing pain of the acid dissolving my features in my past life, I forcefully stomped on her face twice. Only then did I turn and walk away. Downstairs, my desk mate, Sarah Miller, was waiting for me. "Gym class started ages ago. What were you doing upstairs?" I said nonchalantly, "Oh, just bullying a new classmate." She whipped her head around in shock. "What?!" I said, "As they say on the internet, when the whole world thinks you're a mean girl, you'd better actually be one." "Did... did the internet really say that...?" "Not important." As Sarah and I walked toward the track, we bumped right into Ethan. He wasn't in our class, but everyone in school knew he was my childhood sweetheart and boyfriend. Ethan's gaze slid past my face and landed vaguely behind me. "Chloe, why are you so late? By the way, I heard you got a new transfer student in your class?" In my past life, every time Lily threw dirty water on my name, he would always tell me to apologize and let it go. He pretended to be on my side, but with just a few words, he always cemented my guilt as a bully. Thinking of this, I raised my hand without warning and slapped him hard across the face. "?!" Sarah, standing next to me, was stunned once again. Ethan's expression didn't change. His eyes cooled for a fraction of a second, but then he acted as if nothing had happened. He affectionately lowered his head and nuzzled my cheek: "What's wrong, Chloe? Are you in a bad mood?" 4 In my past life, it took me a long time to find out the truth. When Ethan was young, his mother abandoned him at an amusement park, and he spent some time in an orphanage. There, he met a bright, cheerful little girl. She shared her bed with him and gave him a piece of candy. She was the only light in his life. That light was Lily. Furthermore, on her very first day as a transfer student, Ethan recognized her. He wholeheartedly believed every word Lily said about me bullying her, and he hated me to his core. But because of his status as an illegitimate son, he had to swallow his pride and suck up to me. He needed an alliance with my family to secure his footing within the Cross family. Thinking of this, I opened my mouth and said: "Let's break up." His pupils shrank abruptly. "...Why? Give me a reason, Chloe." I pulled out a tissue and wiped the cheek he had just nuzzled, stroke by stroke. "I don't want to date the son of a homewrecker. It's dirty. Is that reason enough?" 5 After we walked away, Sarah cautiously asked if I had been possessed. I wasn't surprised she asked. Because in high school, I had been so straightforward and passionately in love with Ethan. I waited for him after school every day so we could walk home together. I baked cookies for him, cutting and burning my hands in the process, just to hand them to him with a bright smile. My favoritism toward him was so obvious that the whole world knew. But things were different now. The Chloe Vance who had just started her senior year was dead. The person standing here now was Chloe 2.0—who had died once and came back for blood. 6 Lily didn't show her face for the rest of the day. I knew that her face was her proudest asset. Unless she could fully utilize it for maximum effect, she wouldn't show it easily. I waited very patiently. Soon, Saturday arrived. My 18th birthday. My parents had promised early on to throw a grand banquet to celebrate me coming of age. But due to a last-minute emergency at their company, they were running late. The crystal chandeliers gleamed brilliantly. Wearing a custom cocktail dress, I walked down the spiral staircase into the living room. From a distance, I saw my brother, Carter Vance. Dressed in a sharp suit, he wore a cold, indifferent expression as he called my name: "Chloe Vance. Come here." I walked over. Pretending not to see the brooding Ethan or the tearful Lily standing behind him, I smiled sweetly: "What is it, Carter? Did you prepare a present for me?" Carter looked at me with chilling eyes for a moment before speaking: "Bullying your classmates, verbally abusing your friends. Chloe, is this what the Vance family taught you?" He didn't lower his voice at all. Instantly, the eyes of every guest in the room turned toward us. "What are you talking about, Carter? I don't understand." I looked at Lily, tilting my head innocently. "Who did I abuse? When did I bully a classmate? I don't even know her." "It's too late to act stubborn now. You made a mistake, and you have to pay the price." "Mom and Dad aren't here today, so I will discipline you in their place." Saying this, Carter pulled a heavy wooden ruler from the display case nearby. He stared at me, his voice stern, enunciating every word: "Kneel." 7 In the massive banquet hall, countless eyes watched, ready for a good show. "What? Bullying classmates? A daughter of the Vance family actually does things like that?" "Oh please, she was raised spoiled rotten. It's totally normal for her not to stand someone better than her." "Good thing her brother is upholding justice and not shielding her." Under Lily's smug and provocative gaze, I straightened my back. Smiling, I let loose: "What the hell are you talking about? If I didn't know you were Carter Vance, I'd think you were some wandering ghost from the 1800s possessing a body." "In this life, I only kneel to the dead." I tilted my head, looking him up and down with a wicked smile. "How about this? You go jump off a building right now, and I'll immediately kneel and bow three times to send you off." Carter's face instantly darkened. Behind his back, Lily put on her fake act and spoke up: "Chloe, I know you don't like me. It's fine if you bully me, but how can you speak to your own brother like that?" She widened her eyes, letting tears well up, deliberately putting on an innocent, naive expression. Seeing this, a flicker of dark, unreadable emotion crossed Ethan's eyes. Then, he spoke in a low voice: "Chloe, since you made a mistake, just apologize. There's no need to—" I also widened my eyes, looking deeply troubled: "I'm sorry, I don't speak dog. Could you repeat that in human language?" "Enough!" Carter shouted harshly. "Chloe Vance, as a girl, do you have no sense of shame? Who taught you to be so foul-mouthed and completely devoid of manners?!" He was exactly like before. No matter what I said, he would never believe me. Instead, carrying intense prejudice, he would nail me to the pillar of shame over and over again. I tugged the corners of my lips into a cold sneer: "Mom and Dad are always busy, they don't have time to raise me. Guess who taught me?" "You did, my dear brother."
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