After I closed a million-dollar contract, the intern who usually treated me like dirt suddenly brought me breakfast. "Eat this, and you have to hand the Vance account over to me, Evelyn." Of course, I refused. I tossed the breakfast straight into the trash. The intern burst into tears, ran into our boss Arthur Johnson's office, and claimed I was bullying her. I tried to defend myself, but my boyfriend, Scott, took her side. "Evelyn always steals the interns' accounts." Johnson fired me on the spot. I fainted from sheer rage, only to wake up in an underground human trafficking ring near the border. The intern's voice came through the phone: "Evelyn, you're so capable. I'm sure you'll be the star escort here." As she spoke, men rushed at me. After seven days of absolute hell, I was thrown into a room smelling of bleach. In agonizing pain, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was back to the day the intern asked me to hand over the contract. "Sure," I said, offering a professional smile. This time, I’m sending her straight to hell.
"Evelyn, are you listening?" A sickeningly sweet voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I snapped my eyes open. I turned my head. Grace’s heavily made-up face was inches from mine. She pouted, tugging at my sleeve. "Can you let me have that million-dollar contract? I really need this chance to prove myself." Under the desk, I dug my fingernails into my palms. The sharp pain proved it wasn't a dream. I had really gone back in time. Back to the moment before this venomous snake ruined my life. Memories flooded in. In my past life, after I refused, Grace cried to Johnson, and Scott lied for her. Getting fired was just the beginning. I woke up in that overseas dark-web club. Seven days of torture. Electric shocks, waterboarding, endless abuse... "Evelyn?" Grace's voice dragged me back. I watched her glossy lips move, my chest burning with pure hatred. "Sure," I offered a professional smile. "You can have the Vance account." Grace froze. She didn't expect me to agree so easily. Suspicion flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by fake gratitude. "Really? Thank you so much! I won't let you down!" I watched her walk away, a cold smirk playing on my lips. Wesley Vance was notoriously difficult. He had two rules for doing business: either you outdrink him, or you sleep with him. In my past life, I succeeded because I have a freakishly high alcohol tolerance. But Grace? From what I knew, she was a lightweight. One glass, and she'd be out. I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I rarely called. "Aunt Samantha, it's me," I said, keeping my voice low. "Wesley Vance is going to the Eclipse Lounge tonight. Keep an eye on him for me." My aunt’s calm, steady voice came through. "Is someone giving you trouble? Do you want me to handle it?" "No need," I said, my nails digging into my palms again. I want to destroy her with my own hands. I hung up and walked to the conference room. Grace was already boasting to Johnson that she was the one who secured the deal. Scott stood beside her, his eyes practically glued to her. In my past life, Scott’s false testimony was the final nail in my coffin. "Evelyn," Johnson said, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses. He was a trophy husband who only got his position because of his wealthy wife, so he loved playing the big boss. "You need to learn to delegate. Give the newbies a chance." "Grace did an amazing job landing this." I looked at Grace, who was leaning uncomfortably close to Johnson. I smiled. At 5 PM, Grace touched up her makeup and left for her meeting.
At 10 PM, my phone buzzed. Samantha sent a video and a voice note. "Vance spiked her drink. He barely drank, but Grace kept chugging." "Also, Johnson opened a private room next door. He keeps checking his watch like he's waiting for someone." I opened the video. It was a luxury VIP suite. Grace, in a low-cut dress, was flushed and slurring her words on the leather sofa. Vance leaned in. But Grace suddenly shrieked and slapped him. Furious, Vance grabbed her hair and hit her. As she screamed, the door burst open. Johnson rushed in. "Mr. Vance, what do you think you're doing?" He pulled Grace away, acting like a hero. Vance sneered. "Mr. Johnson, she threw herself at me. What, can't handle the heat?" Johnson's face turned pale. Holding a bruised Grace, he snapped, "The deal is off!" The video cut to the next room. Johnson carried Grace inside and locked the door. After a hushed conversation, Grace’s hands went to his belt... I closed the video and smirked. The next morning, as soon as I entered the office, I heard Johnson roaring. "Evelyn, get in here!" I walked in. Johnson slammed his hand on the desk. "You knew what kind of man Vance was! Why didn't you warn Grace? Did you do this on purpose?" Grace sat nearby, eyes swollen, neck covered in hickeys and bruises. She looked like she’d cried all night. I stared at them silently. "Fine, play dumb," Johnson sneered, pointing at the door. "Get out. Don't come back until you're ready to apologize!" I smiled, pulled out my resignation letter, and slapped it on his desk. "I quit." As I turned, I heard Grace’s whiny voice. "Mr. Johnson, please don't be mad. I'm sure Evelyn didn't mean it." In the hallway, Scott blocked my way, glaring. "Evelyn, how could you be so malicious? You set Grace up!" "Let's break up." "Fine by me!" Scott snapped. I smirked and walked away. Grace had been throwing herself at him for months. In my past life, I thought he was loyal. In the end, he was the one who drugged me. A week later, I joined our main rival company and instantly snatched the Vance account. At the same time, I anonymously sent the video to Johnson’s wife, Leslie Stuart, the sole heiress of the Stuart Group. Three days later, the financial news broke: Stuart Group Heiress Leslie Stuart Files for Divorce; Strips Arthur Johnson of All Shares. Overnight, Johnson was kicked out with absolutely nothing. And Grace didn't fare any better. On Monday, as I drove to my new office, I saw a crowd gathered outside our old building. "You cheap whore! Sleeping with my husband?" Leslie’s voice echoed. In the center of the crowd, Leslie and two bodyguards were dragging Grace by her hair. Leslie slapped her hard across the face. Grace sobbed, "I didn't! Mr. Johnson forced himself on me!" Scott rushed forward to shield her, yelling at Leslie, "Stop it! Assault is a crime!" Leslie laughed coldly. "Still playing the white knight?" "Too bad your precious goddess was acting like a dog for my husband." She threw a stack of photos into the air—all of them explicit pictures of Johnson and Grace in a hotel. Grace turned pale, and Scott's face went completely stiff.
Grace’s eyes locked onto mine through the crowd. Blood trickled from her lip, but her eyes burned with toxic hatred. I smirked and walked away. I knew she wouldn't stop. In my past life, she sold me out. In this life, she’d be even more vicious. The next afternoon, Scott texted me. Evelyn, I was wrong about everything. Can we talk? I stared at my phone and smirked. In my past life, he was the one who "kindly" took me to the hospital when I fainted. By the time I woke up, I was in a shipping container. I replied: Sure. At 7 PM, I arrived at the secluded restaurant he chose. The private room was soundproofed. "Evelyn, I was too impulsive." Scott poured me a glass of water, a bitter smile on his face. "I realized I shouldn't have broken up with you over Grace." I took the glass, tracing the rim. The water smelled faintly of almonds. Roofies mixed with a heavy sedative. In my past life, they did the exact same thing. While I was being tortured in the cartel compound, Grace mocked me, boasting how she made Scott drug my drink. Because I trusted him back then, I drank it and fainted in the office. I looked up, met Scott’s tense eyes, smiled, and drank it. Dizziness hit almost instantly. I pretended to lose balance, holding my head while secretly hitting the emergency speed-dial on my phone. "Evelyn? What's wrong?" Scott asked, pretending to be worried. I slumped onto the table. I heard him gasp. He whispered into his phone, "She's out. Come in." The door opened. The click of high heels drew closer. "Finally, you're mine." Grace's sweet voice sounded warped with malice. "Did you really think you won, Evelyn?" My vision blurred, but I saw her bend down. Her red-manicured nails dug into my chin. "Don't worry. I'm going to make your life a living hell." They moved quickly. As they threw a heavy sack over me, my consciousness faded. But I was smiling. Because I knew Grace was about to die. The air inside the sack was hot and suffocating. I kept my eyes closed, letting my body bounce with the car. The terror of my past life was gone, replaced by cold, calculating patience. After what felt like hours, there was a violent crash.
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