Preston Sterling, the notorious billionaire heir of the Manhattan elite, was famous for his twisted obsession with crossdressers. He publicly made a wild declaration: "If someone is willing to transition just for me, they will share my multi-million dollar empire." Upon hearing this, my brother's heart fluttered with temptation. He immediately applied a coat of fiery red lipstick, ready to show off his skills. Out of the goodness of my heart, I advised him against it. I told him those guys play sick and twisted games, and he shouldn't ruin his bright future. So, my brother obediently gave up. But the very next day, the billionaire heir announced his new male-model boyfriend, sharing all his assets with him. In a fit of rage, my brother sold me off to a human trafficking ring in the Appalachian backwoods, where I was abused to death. When I opened my eyes again, my brother was smearing on that same red lipstick, itching to try his luck. "Nora, do you think I can successfully win over the billionaire heir?" I smiled, turned around, and pulled out a sheer, see-through camisole he had hidden at the bottom of his trunk. "The heir has seen it all. Brother, if you want to win, you're going to have to be a lot sluttier than that." 1 My brother finished applying his lipstick, admired himself in the mirror for a moment, then put down the tube and turned to face me. "Nora, do you think I can successfully win over the billionaire heir?" In my past life, my brother asked me this exact same question. What did I say back then? "Oliver, Preston Sterling's circle is completely twisted. I don't want you taking that risk. I'm terrified something bad will happen to you, and I don't want to lose my brother." At that time, I was genuinely terrified for him. He wasn't just anyone; he was my brother, my family. The sick games Preston's crowd played were infamous, even to someone completely outside their upper-crust circle like me. I had even heard whispers of a twisted party game they called "Russian Roulette," which involved Hollywood starlets, Instagram models, and high-end escorts. Even though my brother couldn't get pregnant, if he truly entered that world, there would undoubtedly be even more depraved games waiting for him. I warned him about the severe consequences, crying and begging him to stop. So, my brother gave up. Who could have predicted that the very next day, Preston Sterling would publicly announce his boyfriend and fulfill his promise, sharing his entire fortune with him? When my brother saw the news, he shook with absolute fury. He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. "This is all because of you! If you hadn't scared me with all that garbage, the one standing next to Preston right now would be me! The one sharing his wealth would be me! "Nora Vance, you ruined my life! You made me lose everything!" To get his revenge on me. Under my brother's scheming, I was sold to human traffickers deep in the Appalachian backwoods, where I was eventually abused to death by a pack of miserable, aging bachelors... The horrifying memories of my past life wrapped tightly around me, making my body tremble uncontrollably. But my brother was still entirely immersed in his sweet dream of winning Preston Sterling's exclusive favor, completely oblivious to my distress. He asked again, urging me to answer: "Say something, Nora! Is this look going to work or not?" I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Glancing at my brother's fiery red lips, I curled my lips into a smile, walked into his room, and dug out the sheer, see-through camisole he had secretly hidden at the bottom of his trunk, handing it to him. "Just a fiery red lip isn't going to cut it." "The heir has seen it all. Brother, if you want to win, you're going to have to be a lot sluttier than that." 2 My brother seemed surprised by my bluntness. A hint of shyness flashed across his delicate, effeminate face, and he hesitated to take the camisole. Hah, so he still knows how to be bashful? "Hurry up and try it on," I urged, pushing the silky fabric closer to him. My brother seemed a little uptight. "Right now?" "Of course right now! Didn't you ask me to help you check your look?" I scanned him up and down. "You're not actually shy, are you? If you're this embarrassed in front of me, what are you going to do when you're face-to-face with Preston Sterling? Men don't like coy and hesitant." My brother took a deep breath, as if gathering all his courage, and snatched the camisole. "I'll go change." Moments later, my brother stepped out, wearing practically nothing. I had to admit, the secret stash of clothes he had collected was off-the-charts scandalous. Clutching the hem of his tiny skirt, my brother asked uncertainly, "How is it? Will this work?" I shook my head. "The outfit works, but you don't. Oliver, you need to be more confident, more liberated. "Give me a little sway, let me see." At first, my brother was extremely self-conscious, but after swaying his hips a few times, he found his groove, and his movements grew bolder. Honestly, it was pretty damn sexy. I praised him relentlessly. "Oliver, you are absolutely on fire! Preston Sterling is going to fall head over heels for you!" A smug look crossed my brother's face, and the more he danced, the more into it he got. Until a sharp gasp pierced the air. "Ah!" My brother panicked. Mom and Dad had returned home at some point. My brother had been too absorbed in his dancing, and I had been too absorbed in watching, so neither of us heard them come in. "Nora Vance, what on earth are you doing?" My mom glared at my brother with sheer disgust, then sharply reprimanded me. "Who told you to bring this kind of trashy woman into our house? Tell her to get out right now!" She turned to look at my dad. His eyes were glued to the sight, which only infuriated my mom further. She stormed forward, grabbed my brother's arm, spun him around, and delivered a vicious slap across his face. "Get the hell out of my house! Nora, if I ever catch you hanging around this kind of unpresentable trash again, I'll..." "Mom!" I stepped forward, fighting back a smile. "Look closely, that's Oliver!" The fury on my mom's face didn't fade; she still wanted to keep scolding me. It took her a delayed second to process what I had just said, and then she froze. The next second, her shocked gaze landed heavily on my brother. Unbelieving, she gasped, "What?" My dad finally recognized my brother's heavily made-up face. After a moment of stunned silence, he stormed forward, shaking with rage. "Oliver Vance, what is this... what the hell are you doing? Dressing yourself up like this, are you... are you out of your damn mind?" It was as if the sky had fallen on my mom. "Oliver, who told you to dress like this? Take it off right now!" As she spoke, she lunged forward, clawing frantically to rip the wig off my brother's head. Our family ran a decent-sized business. My parents had always preached that my brother would inherit the entire family empire simply because he was the son. And now... They were finally reaping the ultimate reward for their golden-boy syndrome. 3 "Mom!" My brother dodged, but my mom still managed to yank the wig off his head. He was biologically a man, after all, naturally stronger than my mom, and his temper flared up instantly. Pushing my mom away, my brother puffed out his chest, tilted his chin up, and declared loudly, "Since you've both seen it, I don't need to hide it anymore. "It is exactly what it looks like. I don't want to be a man. "Ever since I was little, I felt like I was supposed to be a woman. I was just too scared to tell you because I knew you'd react like this. "Well, I'm laying it all out right now. I want to be a woman!" "Shut your mouth!" My dad tossed aside all his dignity, stepping up to deliver another heavy backhand to my brother's face. I guess he felt the blush on my brother's cheeks wasn't heavy enough. Having been slapped twice, my brother's cheeks were burning red, giving him a weirdly unique, tragic sort of beauty. "Why are you hitting me? I have human rights! I get to decide how I want to live my own life!" My brother bent down to pick up the wig my mom had thrown on the floor. "From now on, I'm going to be a woman!" My mom's legs gave out, and she swayed, nearly collapsing. Watching my brother put the wig back on with a seductive, sensual flair that even my mom couldn't rival... She completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. My dad roared, "Shut up! Look at this fine son you've raised for me!" My brother completely let loose, swaying his hips and rolling his eyes. "I seriously don't get why you guys are overreacting. If I become a woman, does that mean I'm no longer your child?" Tears streamed down my mom's face. "How is that the same? A son suddenly turning into a daughter—who can accept that? Besides, if you become a woman, what happens to our family? When you take over the company later, who's going to respect you?" My brother scoffed dismissively. "I don't give a damn about our little family business anyway. Just give it to Nora. "Besides, me doing this is actually for the good of the family. "Haven't you seen the news Preston Sterling put out? As long as someone can win his heart, they get access to all his money. Who cares about our family's chump change?" "Preston Sterling?" My dad's tone immediately grew serious. In his eyes, Preston Sterling was a true titan. Normally, my dad couldn't even get close enough to see the back of Preston's head. If there was truly a chance to get close to Preston, or even just graze the edges of the Manhattan elite, the Vance family's social standing would skyrocket. My dad was instantly tempted, though he still doubted my brother's capabilities. "You? Preston Sterling has seen it all. Are you that confident he'd even look twice at you?" My brother gave a haughty hmph. "Why wouldn't he?" I had been watching the drama unfold from the sidelines and chimed in at the perfect moment. "Preston will definitely fall for Oliver. Dad, didn't your eyes just glaze over when you looked at him a minute ago?" My dad: "..." A flash of deeply uncomfortable embarrassment crossed his face, and he shot me a blistering glare. My brother's cheeks flushed. He glanced at my dad but stayed quiet. My mom's expression was grim, but it was a different kind of grim than her earlier breakdown. Earlier, before she realized it was my brother, she had flawlessly demonstrated what toxic female rivalry looked like. This family of three was honestly hilarious. They usually acted so loving, with my parents pouring all their devotion into my brother. Now, just because he put on a dress, they were falling apart like loose sand. I kept my mouth shut and continued enjoying the show. My dad was still uncertain. "Are you really confident you can win over Preston?" My brother crossed his arms and shot me a look. I immediately piled on the flattery. "Absolutely! Dad, look how sexy and alluring Oliver is right now! Preston will love it. "Honestly, if I were a man, I'd fall in love with him too. "Ugh, suddenly I feel like a total failure as a woman. I'm not even half as charming as my brother. "Right, Mom?" My mom furrowed her brow, shooting a cold glare at my brother's outfit, then glared at me before steadying herself. "We'll talk after you actually manage to win Preston over." 4 In my past life, my parents genuinely didn't know about my brother's hidden desires at first. But once he set his sights on winning Preston over, he started dropping hints, and they eventually figured it out. Yet, not only did they not blame my brother, they blamed his transformation entirely on me. They claimed I had failed as a sister. They argued that since they were always busy working, I was the only one with free time at home. The fact that I didn't spot his tendencies early on and correct him meant it was entirely my fault. My mom had even confronted me with red, teary eyes: "Did you purposely hide this from us? Nora, I never realized you were so calculating! You wanted your brother to become a woman so you could destroy my only son. That way, all the family inheritance would go to you. Is that what you've been plotting?" Later, when Preston Sterling officially announced his boyfriend, my brother flew into a violent rage. My parents dumped all the blame on me, pushing my brother into a psychotic frenzy. He directed all his vengeance at me, selling me off, which led to my gruesome death. When I died in my past life, hadn't my own flesh-and-blood parents been the ones handing him the knife? I had already experienced their toxic favoritism in my last life, so in this life, I genuinely didn't care anymore. I wouldn't let it touch my heart. But I absolutely had to get my revenge. After my brother touched up his makeup and left the house, my parents called me into the study. "You knew about your brother being like this, didn't you?" my mom asked coldly. In my memories, my mom had always been icy toward me, even projecting her twisted sense of female rivalry onto her own daughter. When I was little, all I wanted was to behave well and earn my parents' love, but my mom would just look at me with the coldest eyes. "We're both women here. Don't think I can't see right through your little tricks. "Being this manipulative at such a young age... having a daughter really is just birthing a rival for myself. "But it's obvious your dad isn't buying your act, so put away your little schemes." Even though my dad only valued my brother, he wasn't as viciously critical of me as my mom was. To him, my existence just meant setting an extra plate at the dinner table. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to feed me. Plus, when I got married in the future, he figured he could probably cash in on a hefty dowry or business connection. This was the toxic household I was raised in. The irony was that our family's "empire" wasn't even that big. We were squarely upper-middle class at best, yet they acted like royalty. Now that my brother had turned out like this, even though my dad wanted to use him to climb the social ladder and latch onto Preston Sterling, deep down, he still couldn't accept that the son he had raised had suddenly changed so drastically. "Earlier, you kept speaking up for your brother. I know what you're plotting," my dad said heavily. "Nora, you're a girl. Eventually, you'll marry out of this family. What's yours, I'll give to you, but don't go eyeing things that don't belong to you." "You're just trying to piss me off into an early grave!" My mom glared at me like I was her sworn enemy. "Since you were a kid, you've opposed me at every turn. You fought me for your dad's affection, and now you've convinced my son to change his gender. How exactly have I wronged you for you to treat me like this?" "..." If this were my past life, I might have argued back, asking how she could think such things about her own daughter. Now? She could think whatever the hell she wanted. Even if she died of sheer anger, I wouldn't shed a single tear for her. I just couldn't comprehend her twisted logic. What kind of garbage was filling her head? "Mom, Dad, are you saying you don't agree with Oliver being with Preston? Why didn't you say that earlier?" My dad's breathing grew heavy. "Latching onto Preston Sterling would be incredible, obviously. But I only have one son. Naturally, I want him to be a normal man and take over the family business." My mom's tears started falling again. "Your dad is right. I only have one son. If he turns into a woman, are you expecting me to have another baby at my age?" "Then I'll go tell Oliver you guys don't support him," I said, turning to walk out. My dad stopped me. "Let's wait and see. If your brother really bags Preston, we'll wait until he gets the money, and then force him to change back. Either way, my son is absolutely not going to be a sissy!" "Alright, I'll keep my mouth shut for now." Yeah, right. 5 Back in my room, I called my brother and asked where he was. Pinching his voice to sound softer, my brother whispered, "I got a tip that Preston is partying at a VIP club tonight. I have to go show my face so he remembers me." It was obvious that my brother was totally committed now. He was determined to win Preston over and wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. I glanced at my closed bedroom door and lowered my voice. "Good luck, Oliver! Mom and Dad just told me they still oppose you doing this. You have to lock Preston down ASAP. Otherwise, if Mom and Dad think about it overnight and decide to lock you up, you'll lose your chance completely." A heavy exhale came through the phone. "Those two dinosaurs are going to ruin everything. But I can't guarantee I'll win Preston over tonight." "True. There are tons of people trying to get into his good graces just like you. You're not exactly the most unique one out there, so it's not a sure bet you'll catch his eye," I said, sounding dead serious. Honestly, even if my brother did manage to catch Preston's eye, it would only last a day or two. My brother didn't like hearing that. "Didn't you say I just needed to be slammier? Am I not slutty enough right now?" "But Preston has no shortage of slutty people throwing themselves at him." Hearing this, my brother realized I had a point. He sounded lost and asked me to think of a solution for him. Since my parents were so dead set on their son coming home to inherit the "throne," then why not... "Oliver, if you were willing to undergo gender affirmation surgery for Preston, he would definitely remember you." The only reason my parents favored him was because he had a penis, right? Given a second chance at life, I was going to cut off their "roots" directly. "Gender affirmation surgery?" My brother clearly sounded intimidated. "I don't have to go that far, do I?" "If you don't make a real sacrifice, how are you going to make Preston look at you differently? Brother, do you actually want to win him over or not? Preston is gorgeous, elite, and swimming in billions. Are you really going to sit back and watch a catch like him fall into someone else's lap?" Silence on the other end of the line. I pushed harder, striking while the iron was hot. "Besides, haven't you always wanted to be a woman? Once you actually transition, it'll be too late for Mom and Dad to stop you. "But hey, it's your body, your choice. I'm just pointing out the fastest route. It's up to you if you want to take it. "Just don't blame me for not helping you when someone else ends up by Preston's side..." Before I could finish, my brother slammed the hammer down. "I'll do it! I'll get the surgery! For Preston, I'm willing to do anything!" He hung up the phone and didn't come home that entire night. 6 The next morning, my brother strutted into the house looking ecstatic, practically shoving the hickeys on his neck in my face. Suppressing the nausea churning in my stomach, I asked, "You got Preston?" He hadn't even had the surgery yet. I guess he actually had some skills. My brother flipped his wig, his face radiating seductive charm. "I publicly confessed my love to Preston last night, right in the middle of his party." He was beaming, chattering away non-stop. "You have no idea. When I first walked in, there was already no room left next to Preston. Those twinks were so desperate they refused to even go to the bathroom. "It was my first time, so I didn't know the ropes. I should have worn an adult diaper. Next time I'll wear one so I don't have to leave my seat either, otherwise someone snatches your spot the second you stand up. "But my grand public confession really grabbed Preston's attention. You should have seen the looks on those other bottoms' faces—pure envy and jealousy. They were just mad they didn't have my guts. "I even have a video. I'll send it to you." My brother was treating me like his best girlfriend, holding absolutely nothing back. I received the video on my phone and tapped play. In the video, a few fresh-faced models in scandalous outfits were performing a raunchy dance on stage when my brother suddenly ran up. The music cut off. My brother grabbed the mic, staring straight at Preston Sterling, who was lounging in the VIP booth with people draped over both arms, and screamed, "Preston, I love you!" After a brief, stunned silence, the entire club erupted in wild cheers. More accurately, they were all living for the drama. Looking deeply and affectionately in Preston's direction, my brother shouted even louder, "Preston, I'm going to get gender reassignment surgery just for you! Will you wait for me?" The crowd's screaming grew deafening. Preston remained seated in his booth, still flanked by his companions. He let his gaze sweep over my brother with a look of immense amusement, a half-smile playing on his lips, but he didn't say a word. The video ended there. My brother excitedly pumped his little fists. "Nora, did you know? Preston ignored me the whole night, and I thought my confession totally bombed. But after the party ended, Preston specifically asked me to stay behind. And he..." At this point, my brother looked down shyly. "He took me last night." "..." I opened my mouth, let out a dry laugh. "Congratulations, Oliver." My brother bit his lower lip, seeming slightly embarrassed, but blurted it out anyway. "Nora, I've decided. I'm absolutely getting the surgery." I smiled. "Then you'd better hurry up and book the appointment." 7 My brother rested at home for three days before venturing out again. My parents actually thought he had given up on becoming a woman and felt quite relieved during those three days... Even though they mourned the loss of the Sterling family connection, keeping their precious son intact was more important. Little did they know, the moment my brother walked out the door three days later, he completely vanished. He wouldn't pick up their calls. So, they naturally turned to me. "Where did your brother go?" He's a grown man; am I supposed to babysit him 24/7? Besides, he didn't tell me what he was doing before he left. Even though I knew perfectly well he had flown out of the country for his surgery. But I wasn't going to say a word. "Oliver didn't tell me. How am I supposed to know where he went?" My mom panicked. "Did he change his mind again? Is the Vance family bloodline really going to end here?" My dad's face darkened instantly. "What the hell are you talking about?" Terrified that my dad might go out and father an illegitimate son, my mom ordered me to go out and find my brother. Ever since I was reborn, I had barely left the house, spending all my time mapping out my plans. Now, it was finally time to step out. Although I wasn't part of Preston's elite circle, the drama of my brother getting gender reassignment surgery just for Preston had blown up so massively that I got dragged into it. People were starting to recognize me as Oliver Vance's sister. "Nora Vance, do you remember me? We went to the same college." The man standing in front of me was Carter Hayes, a regular in Preston's circle. I was absolutely positive that Carter didn't know I existed back in college. Sure, I was pretty, but college was full of pretty girls, and I definitely wasn't at the top of the food chain. But gaining access to this untouchable circle through my brother's infamy was a massive advantage for me. I feigned surprise. "You remember me?" Carter nodded. "Of course. And I also know you're Oliver's sister." I knew it. The second my brother publicly confessed to Preston and announced his surgery, the vultures in that circle had thoroughly investigated our family background. I was probably somewhat infamous in their crowd now, though most of them probably didn't know my name. They just referred to me as "the sister of the guy getting his dick chopped off for Preston." I wasn't quite sure what Carter's angle regarding my brother was, so I just kept a polite, smiling face. Carter smiled with perfect gentlemanly charm. "Are you busy? If you have time, let me buy you a coffee? Consider it catching up." I wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slip away. I gladly accepted. "Sure." In the coffee shop, Carter and I sat across from each other. He started with some light college nostalgia before effortlessly steering the conversation toward my brother. "Is your brother really going under the knife for Preston?" I nodded with a smile. "It's true. He's already flown out of the country. He even has the surgery booked." Carter let out a sharp chuckle. "Looks like your brother is deeply smitten with him." He looked at me intently. "What are your thoughts on all this?" I wasn't sure why he was asking me this or what kind of answer he was fishing for. Carter didn't beat around the bush; he put his cards on the table. "Your brother is a pretty hot topic in our circle right now. A lot of guys want a taste of something fresh." I already knew their crowd was full of degenerates, so hearing this didn't shock me at all. "So what you're saying is..." Carter smiled, maintaining his gentlemanly facade. "Oliver is your brother. What could I possibly be implying?" He had practically spelled it out. Now it was up to me to make a choice. "Even though my brother is devoted entirely to Preston, if I stepped in, he'd probably listen to me." I paused, then rephrased. "I will definitely make sure my brother listens to me." Carter nodded in satisfaction, looking at me with absolute approval. "You're a smart woman. I like that." It seemed I needed to officially register my own company before my brother recovered. The only problem was my lack of startup capital. My family wasn't poor, but with my parents' extreme favoritism, they would never give me serious money. Carter seeking me out for a partnership meant I needed to sell my brother for a very good price. He sold me out in my past life. Why couldn't I sell him out now?
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