The first thing I did after being reborn was secretly move my parents' graves. In their place, I buried the ashes of a stray dog. Not only that, I poured manure all over the site. Why? Because in my past life, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart insisted on paying respects to my parents with him. From that day on, my life spiraled into endless misfortune. Meanwhile, she flourished. She landed a job at a top tech company and even won the lottery. Not long after, I died of a sudden illness. My spirit lingered, and I heard her gloating to my boyfriend: "Thanks to your dead girlfriend, I swapped our fates. She had no idea how lucky she was. Now everything that was hers is mine!" Hearing that, I wanted to scream, to tear them apart. Then I opened my eyes. I was back to the day she asked to visit my parents' grave. Chapter 1 "Sarah, is this where your parents are buried?" Emily looked at me with wide, curious eyes. I nodded. "Yes, my mom and dad are right here." Her eyes lit up. She bowed deeply before the tombstone. "Sarah, let me burn some paper money for them too," she said, smiling sweetly. "It’s just a token of my respect." In my past life, I was touched by her gesture. But this time, I knew better. Her "token of respect" was a ritual to steal my luck. I replied coldly, "No need, Emily. They’re my parents. It’s more sincere if I do it myself." Emily’s face fell instantly. She turned to look at my boyfriend with misty eyes. "Mark, I just wanted to show my respect! I didn't mean anything else!" "Sarah," Mark chimed in, frowning at me. "Emily is just being kind. Why are you rejecting her like that?" I looked at the two of them and sneered internally. "Fine," I said flatly. "If you want to burn it, burn it." As soon as I spoke, Emily shot Mark a look. Mark turned to me. "Sarah, let's go buy some flowers to put on the grave." In my past life, this was how he lured me away. When we returned, Emily had already finished her ritual. I asked her what she burned back then. She looked flustered but brushed it off. I didn't think much of it. Only after I died did I realize she had stolen my family's fortune. This time, I wouldn't stop her. After all, the ashes in that grave didn't belong to my parents. My parents were safe in a cemetery back in my hometown. The only thing protecting Emily now was... well, nothing good. As I walked away with Mark, I saw Emily pull out a stack of yellow paper from her bag. I noticed faint red markings on them—her birth date written in her own blood. I smiled, pretending not to see, and followed Mark down the hill. When we returned with the flowers, Emily was done. She took the bouquet from me, beaming. "Sarah, I asked your parents to bless you too!" I gave her a faint smile but didn't say a word. Looking at the triumphant glint in her eyes, I couldn't help but smirk. Chapter 2 After saying goodbye to Mark and Emily, I went straight to the hospital for a full checkup. The doctor told me I was perfectly healthy. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. In my past life, I died from a mysterious illness. This time, that wasn't going to happen. When I got home, my phone rang. It was the company I had been dreaming of joining—a high-security government contractor. They told me I passed the interview and wanted me to start ASAP. I was stunned. In my past life, I never got this call. Instead, Emily got an offer from a huge tech giant on her way home from the grave. But this time, the luck was mine. Since the job was in another city, I packed immediately. Just as I finished, Mark showed up. "Sarah, Emily didn't get the job offer." He looked at me with concern. "She's really upset. I'm going to go keep her company." I smiled. "Sure, go ahead." Mark paused, studying me closely. "Sarah, are your parents really buried there? Like, always been there?" "Of course," I nodded without hesitation. I knew he was suspicious. Mark and Emily had once dragged me to a fortune teller who told them I had incredible luck and ancestral protection. That’s why they targeted me. "Mark, would I forget where my own parents are buried?" I asked, feigning hurt. Mark laughed, relaxing. "True, that would be crazy." "I'll go check on Emily then." I pretended to care, telling him to comfort her properly. "Sarah, you used to hate it when I hung out with Emily. Why are you pushing me to go today?" he asked before leaving. I smiled sweetly. "I didn't like it before! But she's sad, right? Go be a good friend. I trust you, Mark!" Mark nodded, satisfied, and left. The moment the door closed, my smile dropped. I called my landlord. I told him I was moving out immediately and didn't even care about the deposit. I booked the earliest flight out. Sitting at the airport, I finally felt safe. I couldn't imagine what other traps they had waiting for me if I stayed. But now, Emily's bad luck was just beginning. She had just spiritually adopted a stray dog as her ancestor. And with the manure I poured over the grave, her luck wasn't just stolen—it was poisoned. As for Mark? Being with her would only drag him down. I needed to be as far away as possible. Chapter 3 In the waiting lounge, I scrolled through my phone. Mark had posted a photo on his Moment (social media feed). It was him and Emily on a trip together. They looked intimate, more like a couple than friends. I stared at the photo, feeling a wave of detachment. We started dating a year ago. A classmate dragged me to a fortune teller, and Mark and Emily tagged along. They heard my birth date and the fortune teller's praise. After that, Mark pursued me relentlessly. I didn't understand then. Now I know he was chasing my luck, not me. He wanted me for Emily's sake. I smirked and turned off my phone. When I landed, a company car was waiting. They had arranged housing for me in a secure compound. Seeing the patrols, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't felt in two lifetimes. After settling in, my new boss told me to take a few days to adjust before starting next week. I went straight to bed, exhausted. I slept like the dead until my phone rang. It was Mark. "Sarah! Come to the hospital, quick!" his voice was frantic. "What?" I asked, feigning confusion. "Emily and I got into a car accident! We're at the hospital. Come now!" "Mark, I can't," I said calmly. "I got a job. I've already left the city." "What?!" Mark roared. "You didn't even have an interview! How could you have a job?" "And I saw you yesterday! I know you're just jealous because I'm with Emily!" "Sarah, stop being childish and get over here!" I laughed softly. "Mark, I really did get a job. Also, I realized you care way more about Emily than me." "So, Mark, we're breaking up." I hung up before he could respond. It was over. Now, the bad luck was all theirs. My luck was back where it belonged. He called again. I frowned and turned off my phone. Finally, a good night's sleep. Chapter 4 Over the next two weeks, I settled into my new role. My boss was impressed with my work and even promised me my own project if I nailed the current one. I was motivated. Mark and Emily kept calling. I blocked them, but they just used new numbers like relentless cockroaches. Every time I heard Mark's voice, I hung up immediately. A friend back home gave me the tea. Emily was having a terrible time. The car accident scarred her face, and she needed reconstructive surgery. Mark broke a rib. Worse, before the crash, Emily had dragged Mark to a high-stakes poker game. They lost everything. Now they were drowning in debt. "Sarah, you won't believe it," my friend whispered. "They got into the accident because they were fighting in the car after losing all that money!" "And now loan sharks are chasing them." "Don't let Mark guilt-trip you. He was cheating on you the whole time!" "I know," I said with a smile. "Thanks for telling me." I hung up, feeling vindicated. In my past life, Emily went straight from the "grave visit" to celebrate her job offer with Mark. That's when they started gambling, thinking her stolen luck made them invincible. This time, her luck was cursed from the start. I was glad I escaped. The next morning, Mark called again from another new number. "Sarah, please! I really need you!" "Mark, did you forget? We broke up." "I never agreed to that!" he shouted. "I just got hurt, and you dump me? You have to take responsibility!" "Why should I be responsible for an accident you had with Emily?" I scoffed. "Besides, aren't you two happy together?" "Please, stop calling me." I was about to hang up when Emily's screeching voice came through. "Sarah! That wasn't your parents' grave, was it?! What did you do?!"
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "386317", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel