When I was a child, I fell into a lake and nearly drowned. While I was unconscious, my body was hijacked by a girl from another world—a "transmigrator." Using my body, she fell head over heels for Julian Montgomery, the billionaire crown prince of New York’s elite. For twelve long years, she served him hand and foot, acting like his most loyal, pathetic simp. I was trapped deep inside my own mind, forced to watch. I eventually realized she was on some kind of "system mission" to win his heart. But she was an absolute idiot. In twelve years, she never even made a dent in Julian’s cold heart. Instead, she let that trash of a man walk all over my body, leaving me physically and mentally scarred. She lived like a dog with zero dignity, completely ruining my reputation in high society. Just a month ago, Julian's "golden girl"—his precious ex, Bianca Vance—returned to the country. To clear the field, one of Bianca’s wealthy loyal lapdogs beat the transmigrator so badly she ended up in the hospital. The system declared her mission a total failure. The transmigrator’s soul was wiped from existence, and I finally regained control of my own body. Before I could even celebrate, I was met with Bianca’s escalating malice and Julian’s arrogant insults. Fine. You all asked for this. If the transmigrator was a fragile little daisy, then the real me is a black lotus—and I’m about to poison your entire lives.
I woke up in a private hospital room. The transmigrator's soul was completely gone. My mind was still a bit foggy. I flexed my fingers, and a wave of pure ecstasy washed over me. I was back! I finally had my own body back! But before I could even smile, the heavy hospital door was violently kicked open. In walked Victor, Julian’s personal assistant. The second he saw me, the sheer contempt and disgust in his eyes weren’t even slightly hidden. Like master, like dog. That saying never gets old. When that transmigrator occupied my body, she spent over a decade simping for Julian. Not only did Julian despise her, but his entire circle of rich, arrogant friends treated her like garbage. Everyone knew Julian’s heart belonged to Bianca, his perfect first love. The transmigrator, no matter how hard she tried, was just a cheap knockoff. A literal joke. A month ago, Bianca announced her grand return to the city. It was a massive media event. She wanted to get back with Julian. But the moment she heard he had an obsessive doormat clinging to him, she decided to teach me a lesson. Getting hospitalized this time was all thanks to Bianca. Bianca had plenty of rich simps willing to do her dirty work. After the transmigrator was beaten and hospitalized, her soul fell into a coma. In the dark, I heard a robotic voice coldly announce that her "mission" had officially failed. And with that, after sleeping for twelve years, I woke up. Too bad my first day back involved cleaning up a massive pile of shit. Victor stood at the foot of my bed, his voice dripping with condescension. "Mr. Montgomery is extremely angry about what happened. I suggest you apologize nicely, Miss Sterling. Stop making trouble for Mr. Montgomery and Miss Vance." With that, Victor tossed a document onto my lap. I picked it up. It was the "exclusive companion contract" the stupid transmigrator had signed with Julian using my name. With a cold face, I ripped the contract to shreds right in front of Victor. Victor’s icy, professional mask instantly cracked. "Miss Sterling! Have you lost your mind? If Mr. Montgomery finds out, he will be furious! You'll owe him millions for breaching this!" I gave him a look of pure, freezing disdain. "Owe him? Did he ever pay me a single dime during all the years I chased him around?" "And besides..." I grabbed the shredded paper and threw it right into Victor’s face. "There’s a clause in here. The moment Bianca Vance returns to the country, this contract becomes null and void." Victor’s mouth hung open, speechless. I knew exactly what he was thinking. *Ah, she’s just playing hard to get now.* The contempt in his eyes deepened. Before I could kick him out, the door swung open again. In walked Cole—the very guy who had beaten the transmigrator into the hospital. Bianca’s loyal little puppy. Seeing me awake, Cole smirked and swaggered over. "Oh, look. If it isn't Julian’s favorite little dog. Awake so soon? Guess you’re tougher than you look. Or maybe I didn't hit you hard enough?" I threw the blanket off and stepped onto the cold floor. But before Cole could spit out another nasty word, I swept my leg and kicked him right off his feet. Victor gasped, scrambling back. I didn't hesitate. I lunged forward, grabbed Cole by his designer collar, and started slapping his face left and right. *Smack! Smack!* "You call me a dog? Aren't you Bianca's loyal little bitch too? Who’re you looking down on?" "You like sneak attacks, huh?" "Just wait. I’m going to sue you until you’re broke!"
Seeing his buddy get beaten into a swollen pulp, Cole’s friend stood frozen in the corner, terrified to move. Once my hands got tired, I adjusted my hospital gown and turned to walk out. But before I could reach the door, Bianca herself stepped in and grabbed my wrist. "Amelia Sterling, what kind of sick game are you playing now?" "Julian will never love you. Even if you change your personality and play hard to get, he won’t give you a second glance! If you know what’s good for you... ah!" Before Bianca could finish her little speech, I slapped her across the face. Hard. "Shut up, you fake-ass snake." I spat the words at her, ignored her shocked, tear-filled eyes, and walked right past her. I was checking myself out of this joint. The three of them in the room were still in absolute shock. A curse word like that would have never come out of the old "Amelia’s" mouth. Victor finally composed himself, picked up his phone, and dialed Julian’s number. "Sir... we have a major problem." After leaving the hospital, I ignored the barrage of furious voice notes Julian sent me on Snapchat. I blocked his number and deleted him across all platforms. A clean slate. That transmigrator was truly blind. Of all the handsome, wealthy heirs in New York, she chose the most toxic, arrogant asshole to "攻略." And she made me share the embarrassment for over a decade. I drove my sports car back to the Sterling estate. From a distance, I could see my family laughing and enjoying themselves in the garden. Honestly, it was a weird feeling. When I was little, my parents adored me. My younger brother, Leo, who is two years younger, used to follow me around like I was his queen. But after I drowned and the transmigrator took over, their attitude toward "me" grew cold. Sometimes they would make sarcastic remarks, showing clear disappointment in "me." Back when I was trapped inside, I was devastated. I thought the transmigrator’s pathetic behavior had broken my family's hearts, which made me hate her even more. But looking at them now, their coldness seemed to have a deeper reason. Curious, I walked over to the garden. Sure enough, the second Leo saw me, his smile vanished. He sneered, "Oh, look. Julian’s loyal little simp is back." Me: ??? Was this some kind of programmed NPC line? Why did everyone keep saying that? "You actually remembered you have a home? You’ve humiliated the Sterling name enough. Honestly, you should have just stayed in the hospital!" I rolled my eyes, walked up, and tapped his forehead with a wicked smile. "If your mouth is that bored, go lick a toilet. Since when do you get to talk back to me, little boy?" The second those words left my mouth, all three of them froze. Then, right before my eyes, my parents' and Leo's eyes welled up with tears. My mom took a trembling step forward, whispering my name. "Amelia?" "Is that really you, baby? You’re back?" My dad’s eyes overflowed with tears. He rushed forward and pulled me into a tight, crushing hug. "It is her! It’s my Amelia! What did that wicked woman do to your body this time? Look at the bandage on your head!" I was stunned. I looked at them, bewildered. "You... you guys knew my body was taken over?" My suspicion was right! Leo, finally realizing it was really me, lunged forward like an octopus and wrapped his arms around me, sobbing. "Oh my god, sis! You’re finally back! That evil bitch thought we couldn’t tell the difference! She used your face to do all those embarrassing things!" "Mom and Dad wanted to kick her out, but they were terrified that if they did, your soul would never find its way home..." Hearing this, my eyes burned. Your real family knows you. Even if someone else wears your face, they can feel the difference.
We sat down, and I explained everything that had happened to the three of them. Leo clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in anger. "That bitch! Ever since she took over, she followed Julian Montgomery around like a stray dog. She dragged our family name through the dirt! I got mocked at school every single day because of her!" My dad, thinking ahead, looked at me with deep worry. "Now that you’re back, what about her soul? Will she come back?" I shook my head. "I heard a voice say she was 'erased.' I have full control now. She’s never coming back." "And last time, she only took over because I nearly drowned and my consciousness was weak. Now, your daughter is perfectly healthy. Don’t worry!" The family finally breathed a sigh of relief. My dad immediately made a decision. "I want you to join the family company." "Before, when we realized you weren't 'you,' we kept that impostor far away from Sterling Enterprises. We were terrified she’d hand the entire company over to Julian on a silver platter." "But now that you’re back, and Leo is still too young, the company needs you." I smiled. "I’d love to." My dad looked incredibly proud. "I knew my real daughter was strong, smart, and business-minded. Not a brainless, love-sick fool." After resting at home for a few days, Julian eventually tracked me down. I knew we had to settle things once and for all. So when he demanded a meeting, I didn't refuse. The moment I pushed open the door to the VIP lounge at the club, the mocking laughter inside stopped instantly. Bianca immediately squeezed out a few tears, shrinking behind Julian as if she were terrified of me. Seriously? With acting like that, why be a "golden girl" when she could win an Oscar? Julian gave me a freezing look. He crossed his legs, looking down on me with the same arrogant superiority he’d used for the past twelve years. "Kneel." Looking at the sneering and pitiful faces around the room, I looked at Julian like he was a brain-dead idiot. It’s the 21st century. Just because people call him a "crown prince" doesn't mean he's royalty. Asking me to kneel? I’m not his servant. I walked over, sat down on the plush sofa, picked up a bottle of expensive wine, and swirled it in my hand. I offered them a dazzling, confident smile that practically blinded the room. Julian’s friends started whispering to each other. "Since when is Amelia Sterling this hot?" "It’s the same face, but she feels completely different." "She’s definitely playing hard to get. Simping didn't work, so she's trying a new tactic to get Julian’s attention. She’s a professional simp, honestly." Julian looked pissed that I hadn't obeyed him. I raised my glass toward him in a mock toast. "Why’d you call me here?" Julian grit his teeth, and Bianca took the opportunity to pour oil on the fire. "Julian, it’s fine. It’s my fault for coming back. I didn't mean to make Amelia hate me so much..." The beauty wept, and Julian’s temper flared. He slammed his glass onto the table, his dark eyes glaring at me. He spat out two words: "Apologize!" I shrugged, looking directly at Bianca instead of him. "You fake-ass snake." Those three quiet words instantly set Julian off. "What did you say?!" He was furious. I just smiled. I repeated, "I said, you fake-ass snake." He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, practically shaking with rage. "Say that again!" I pushed my hair back, looking thoroughly bored. "What? Are you deaf?" "I" had never spoken to Julian like this before. Just like everyone else, once he calmed down, he convinced himself this was all a game of hard-to-get. He truly believed I was just too deeply in love with him. The more he thought about it, the more pleased with himself he became. He actually sat back down, giving himself an exit. He pointed to his polished leather shoes. "Stop acting, Amelia. You just want me to look at you, don’t you?"
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